Chapter 970: 15. Usage of victory (3)

A piercing blind voice ripped open the wave of joy, people covered their ears and turned their angry faces into the sky. Charlieman, who had been trained for conditioned reflex, knew that this was a pointed ear heresy and news release was about to start. signal of.
When a noise like a nail scratching the glass sounded, many people on the viewing platform whispered "Finally coming" in their hearts. There were worries and joy.
It doesn’t make sense to end a war with victory—it’s true for both warring parties. Based on the different definitions of victory, the timing of choosing to end the war is also different.
The main battle party’s victory end is the world’s armed forces and the eight-family war. The Yihe School is a victory as long as it can achieve peace before suffering more unnecessary damage. As for the elves, it is not until the preliminary geostrategic planning is achieved. The goal of this stage is to completely remove the threat of Charlemagne, to kill the possibility of future threats from the east and the west in advance, and to divert the resources of Charlemagne to their own use in preparation for the next stage of the game.
At this time of the truce, it apparently gained sovereign independence and officially became an elven country to participate in world affairs. In fact, it puts itself in a strategic dilemma surrounded by hostile or unreliable neighbors. This is the elf. They are unacceptable anyway. For this reason, they are bound to continue the war that is in danger of extinction until the goal is reached.
The plight of the main battle, the debate and the two parties have a clear understanding of the plight of Yalfheim and the thinking patterns extended from it. At the same time, it is also believed that against the background of countries actively preparing to intervene, it is difficult for sharp-eared people to take advantage of the world and expand the fighting. Based on this judgment, the two factions took action separately, trying to steer the situation in the direction they desired.
Now, Alfheim, who has been silent, has finally begun to act, and people with different thoughts are silently waiting and praying for the gospel of peace or the hammer of the of war from the sky.
"...Emergency broadcast."
The announcer's voice was as serious and dignified as ever, but his expression was more rigid than usual.
"Have you been scared by the things about Saint Die?"
The bad-hearted good guy said, and the crowd immediately laughed and applauded.
At a long distance, the ridicule of the citizens could not be transmitted to the announcer, only to hear her continue to say in a tone that could not hide the tension and excitement:
"Hours ago, there was a riot in the city of Belfort. Thugs attacked many important places and production facilities. It is believed that many citizens have been killed in the riots. As of now, the Defense Force has sent a riot force to squash, and Issued surrender advice to rioters and demanded the release of the hostages—"
The announcer seemed to say something, but under the shouting tsunami, the volume was not even splashed.
At the time of the stalemate of the two armed forces, riots occurred in the rear, an important city as an industrial town and a transportation hub, and people with intelligence above the normal baseline knew what this meant.
The simplest and most intuitive consequence is the rapid decline in the combat effectiveness of frontline troops.
War is a intensive activity. Based on the current combat intensity, a frontline field infantry division must consume at least a ton of supplies per day. Below this amount, there will be embarrassment of food bombs and lack of food. If it gets worse, no matter how hard-working and patriotic the soldiers are, they can only choose between defeat and surrender. In addition, in order to quickly suppress the riots and restore the logistics supply line in danger, it is necessary to deploy field forces or strategic reserves to form the suppression force and move it to the rear, which will inevitably weaken the frontline. Counting the blow to the military's heart and the morale of the people because of the instability in the rear, the situation is unprecedentedly grim.
The bad news of Alfheim is good news for Charlemagne and vice versa. People living at the bottom do not need to understand complex and difficult strategic issues. They only need to know that a city under the enemy's strategy has launched an uprising. The evil invaders have been driven out of the city, and soon the uprising will be like a wildfire on the grassland. The same swept through the enemy-occupied area, and the compatriots in the occupied area rose up one after another, eagerly looking forward to the return of Master Wang. The war is about to end, long live Victory, long live Charlemagne.
The peacemakers and warlords were also affected by this atmosphere, thinking about whether they should raise the price on the negotiating table or take the opportunity to launch a wave of offensives to contain the actions of the defense forces so that they could not withdraw their aid and fall into a dilemma. Don't attack yourself.
Among all the living beings, there are always few people who can be calmly and objectively judge the situation without being affected by emotions.
(Why is it broadcast at this time?)
Frowning slightly, the clear eyes cast vigilance and doubt into the sky.
Now is not a good time to broadcast bad news. At least in the light of Li Lin's strategic intent, the shortness of this subtle moment of self-exposure is obviously inconsistent with its ultimate purpose.
As most people know, the chaos of the supply line will cause a double blow at the material and spiritual levels, shaking the frontline stalemate. Moreover, with the social composition of Yalfheim, once the news of the uprising riots spread, it is likely to trigger imitations and cause large-scale unrest that spreads across the entire territory of Yalfheim. At that time, even if the defense force is twice as powerful as it is now, it will not help, all its mobile power and strategic reserve team can only be exhausted between the rugged front line and the back of the flames until the last point of resources is consumed The reserve ushered in the end of defeat in a fragment of ruins.
Li Lin will foresee this kind of development. Is it that he is violently abandoning himself and is ready to use the last resort? impossible. If the efficiency supremacist really wants to set the table and restart the world, then the entire earth has now become a scorched earth without any life surviving, and there is no need to do anything superfluous.
In the end, what makes Roland feel most at odds is that, with Stasi’s intelligence gathering capabilities, the corresponding capabilities and execution capabilities of various violent agencies, it is possible to make things run out of control in an entire city? In the past, what did the superb military and police Xiante do? Have a nap? If it were not the result of the combined effect of various accidental factors, the whole thing was the stage drama staged by Li Lin. What is his intention to do this? In exchange for weaknesses, the countries continue to support Yalfheim? Impossible. At this stage, the powers will only regard this as the best time to intervene in mediation, so that the war will end in a situation that is in the interest of third parties. Neither Alfheim nor Charlemagne can hit each other. The state of equilibrium continues to confront each other. In order to gain an overwhelming advantage, the two sides continue to deliver benefits to the powers in exchange for their support.
Li Lin will not understand this, let alone have unrealistic illusions about the great powers, and it is his task to do his best to avoid this situation. But now Belfort...what exactly does he want to do?
As Roland's mind turned rapidly, a hysterical roar ran through his thoughts.
"Support the justice cause of fellow citizens! Liberate Belfort and other cities from heresy tyranny!"
Roland looked around, a man's face imprinted on the retina.
It is neither handsome nor ugly, and a very common public face, with a little bit of flushing due to excitement.
Very common, small citizens everywhere.
But his words were the voices of many citizens, and countless others repeated similar roars.
The words that boiled because of resonance penetrated Roland like lightning, cascading in his mind to outline the panorama of the conspiracy.
(Military parade, news, compatriots, heretics, tyranny, support... Is this the same thing, this is his calculation!!!)
At that moment, Roland had an overview of the whole strategy and scolded his negligence. All the thinking circuits were running at full power and quickly searching for ways to avoid traps. But thinking continued for a second and then stagnated.
The deafening roar was endless, and a crowd of excited faces stopped in front of Roland.
In the face of the already surging thoughts, even the hero of national salvation, trying to stop this violent turbulence, will only be crushed.
Time starts to flow, through your hand.
A familiar sneer echoed in his ears, and he was committed to the restless chill. Roland opened his mouth and could not say a word.
As if it was the right time to mock Roland's powerlessness, the broadcaster appeared again at the broadcast terminal. Compared with the previous one, she seemed a lot easier, almost can be called thin and light. With a slightly thin voice echoing ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Rudes and even Charlemagne fell into terrible silence.
"...I have just received news from the front. Under the strong suppression of the direct special operations forces sent by the General Staff, the riots have been quelled. At present, Belfort has entered the stage of sweeping war. I believe that in a short time, the rest will be completely wiped out, Belfort will restore order and let us connect the reporters ahead..."
Just as the ridicule could not be conveyed before, the broadcaster still could not hear the boos and curses boiling in the end.
Soon, the audience was quiet again, the ladies covered their mouths or the eyes of the children, and the men cast an angry look on the images above their heads.
Several buildings are constantly emitting a plume of blood-red smoke. A "stalker" flame-throwing chariot is sending flames into the building. Behind the chariot, the heavily armed soldiers are flat-ended and coldly. Watching several fire-covered men leap from the fifth floor.
As soon as the picture changed, under a wall that had collapsed halfway, several ragged men and women were pulled by the soldiers to the roots of the wall and stood side by side. As the sergeant waved his arm, dense gunfire sounded, men and women fell one after another...
The screen is constantly changing, the content of the broadcast is similar, and the theme is only the word "killing".
There is no tactics, no brutality, just simple, mechanical, just like the slaughterhouse's assembly line, slaughtering humans.
When the first roar broke the silence, the whole Rudes was detonated, and countless fists and canes waved towards the sky. The oath of "blood debt and blood compensation", "return tooth to tooth, and eye to eye" went straight to the sky, and the violent breath was like a typhoon. It quickly spread and swept the entire Charlemagne.
Roland, who was in the center of the storm eye, slowly closed his eyes, letting his anger, frustration, helplessness and remorse repeatedly intersect the body, his tight fist trembling slightly.