Chapter 1428: Twenty-eight. Land and blood (8)

The boy crept into the wooden house, moving lightly and slowly, like a cat returning cautiously to the nest.
His movements were very cautious, there was almost no sound along the way, and he was about to succeed. Suddenly a sudden footsteps and a roar no less than the roar of the chariot grabbed the boy from behind and threw him into frustration and annoyance.
"Petty! Albert. Petty! You bastard, watch me don't smash your ass!!"
The companions who responded looked out the door, the moment the boy's frustrated face hit his eyes, everyone immediately understood what was going on. So what should I continue to do, a few disgusting peers still don't forget to squint at Petty and make faces. Some petty and angry Petit had no time to match the middle finger, and before he could look back on the bad boys further, the master of the voice had already killed him.
"How many times have you said! After the gun is maintained, put the gun oil away, don't throw it around. Do you think it is okay to have enough supplies now to waste it?!"
A middle-aged man with white temples ran over and waited for Petty to open his mouth to justify, pointing at the boy's head was a shock.
"Listen! Every bullet and every drop of gun oil is robbed of the lives of the devils at the cost of life! The waste of materials is a waste of life. If you don’t want to die early at a young age, remember this for me! Hell! How many times have I said this, can you listen to me once?"
"Sorry, dad."
"Don't give me this set! Do you think it's all right to apologize?! If the apology is useful, there won't be so many inexplicably dead idiots in this world!"
"I'm really thinking about it..."
"Introspection is remembered with your brain! Not singing in your mouth! Now there are only three pots of gun oil left, and you still give me a toss. You think you are a wealthy young master or a prince of a country, and the money is too much. Can't use it? Or where are you the magician who can make bullets grow out of trees or soil?"
"There is no prince now."
"No matter how brazen I am, I will beat you! Now a bunch of firearms are going to be repaired and maintained, and the reserves of gun oil and parts are almost bottoming out. God knows when next time there will be a convoy carrying these supplies, devils, not even dead. Forgetting to go to with the goods is really a group of dead-hearted lunatics."
Sighing hard, the anger reduced a lot. Jean Armand released Petit and let out a long breath.
Petit knew that Dad was not only worried about the shortage of materials, but also sighed for the comrades and the damaged materials that were sacrificed in the last battle.
In the last battle to ambush the transportation convoy, the enemy's escorts behaved insanely. After the bullets were hit, the two sides had to use a bayonet for a final dialogue. Seeing that the guerrillas with a large number of people were about to suppress the escort, no one thought that the car soldier actually hung two grenades on everyone's neck. While the white-blade battle was in full swing outside, they sounded the grenade. Charge towards the nearest guerrilla or truck full of supplies. Along with the howl "Long live the emperor!", a series of explosions turned all 10 trucks and the materials they carried into ashes, leaving no guerrillas with a single firing pin.
It sounds crazy, but it's easy to move from place to place. The guerrillas asked themselves if they encountered a similar situation, they would do the same.
A considerable part of the guerrilla's material source comes from seizure. At this time, if the enemy soldiers still have a breath, the first thought is to destroy the material and prevent the enemy. The second thought is to commit suicide as soon as possible to avoid being captured.
This is not to say that the ideological education of the Defense Army is similar to that of the 6th Army of the Charlemagne family. The whole day is instilled with a bunch of inexplicable theories that "will never be humiliated by prisoners". If you are defeated, you will have to commit suicide. You also have to commit suicide, and then report a "death to war", which can make you a "warlord" smoothly. To cherish the soldiers, the defense forces that have no human resources to squander advocated are "effectively saving oneself and effectively fighting the enemy." It’s just that in the mountainous area of ​​the border, being a captive can hardly be imagined for the officers and men of the defense army. Be aware that with the guerrillas, the only thing you can do after you fall into the hands of these gangs is to pray that you can swallow early. In this land that believes in violence and violence, the best ending for captives is to be chopped off the limbs and thrown to the side of the road. I watched as I was torn to pieces by vultures or wild wolves. If I had bad luck... It's really a scene that appears in horror stories.
So basically once the fire is brought in, neither the guerrillas nor the defense forces, both sides will never retreat, no prisoners will be left, and they will never surrender. This is almost a conventional rule of engagement.
However, the guerrillas that Petit belongs to are very few exceptions. They are the only guerrillas that do not kill indiscriminately. At the same time, they are the dozens of guerrillas with the strongest fighting power, the best reputation, and the highest cultural level. One.
Unlike other guerrilla forces composed of mountain people, robbers, mercenaries, and former soldiers, the backbone of this guerrilla squad is an intellectual from exile everywhere, and they are also intellectuals who hold a progressive position on the left. In the era of the Charlemagne Kingdom, they slammed the consortium's oppression of the workers at the risk of being confiscated by the consortium. In the raging days, they risked being dragged from the home by the 6th army red deer from the home to the street to target. Into the abyss of destruction.
This group of idealists can be said to be the most ignorant of Charlemagne's current affairs group, let alone threatening intimidation, even throwing bombs at their homes can't stop this group of people from using their pens to attack political parties and consortia . It is precisely because of such a blood that dares to defy the air, they refused the invitation to evacuate overseas and insisted on staying at Charlemagne. After Charlemagne was divided and the empire was formally established, this group of poets, literati, scholars, and teachers who were not willing to submit to alien came out of the research room and classrooms again~EbookFREE.me~ put down their pens, picked up their guns, and left Between the Alps.
These people have a very clear view of the nature of the empire. In fact, the sharp ears are not different from the Charlemagne Kingdom. They are a group of imperialists who advocate power politics, expansionism and racism. The only difference between the two parties is limited to the means and patience. The pointed ears may hate Prince Louis and the 6 army red deer under his command, but they will never deny imperialism and racism because they advocate the right of the country, the family, the society, the main body, and the essence is still The set of imperialism. This war was nothing more than a dog-to-dog show. A dictator defeated another dictator's performance, and neither side of the war had ever been involved in the word "justice."
Wanting to break this cycle of death, as imperialist forces increasingly become the main threat to all mankind and all progressive forces, to inject a trace of fresh air into the world that is sinking into a cold and dark future, and ultimately build a truly fair and just society, In a world without a dictator and an emperor, those who walked into the mountains were determined to fight for the ideal and devote themselves to the ideal. These Romantic people, from head to toe, gathered together and fought under the banner of the golden hen with the alpine mountain people.
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