Chapter 64 Bloody Song (Current)

Five and a half hours later, the sun had completely disappeared under the horizon. The war hero songs covered with homemade anti-virus equipment were directed by a team of soldiers. In a position without a dense forest, they lit a bonfire of Xiongxiong. In the smoky smoke, the sky that had just been silent for a while, there was another dull roar when the plane passed by.

This time, flying above the base of Zhan Xiage were several huge giant aerial fortresses, known as the world's highest carrying capacity of the US C-5 long-range military transport aircraft. Under the cover of night, these steel fortresses that could fly passed through the dense clouds above Florida. When they disappeared into the distance of the dark sky, parachutes with load-bearing boxes bloomed in the air.

Although there has been a considerable estimate of the transportation capacity of the US Air Force, looking up at the thousands of load-bearing boxes under the black sky, in order to facilitate the search of ground troops, Zhan Xiage still couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "The United States claims to have the best air force in the world and can put their paratroopers in any corner of the world. At this point, they are indeed well deserved!"

As a soldier with the purpose of defending his country, constantly setting imaginary enemies in his heart and making various speculations and strategic ideas is the necessary quality to become an excellent strategic commander. But at this moment, watching the sky flying everywhere, like a starry sky, Zhan Xiage was simply unwilling to imagine. To achieve this, the United States needs to have a huge military and intelligence agency to provide them with necessary platform support. This is a terrifying war fortress that is purely made of astronomical money, advanced high-tech technology, and countless professional and outstanding talents.

A large number of parachutes with load-bearing boxes were slowly falling into the endless primitive jungle of Florida. Zhan Xiage looked at a metal load-bearing box that landed less than twenty meters beside him, and the indicator lights were still flashing. For the sake of preventing biochemical poison, this metal load-bearing box was even wrapped with a fiberglass layer that could isolate the toxins. Looking at the load-bearing box that landed one after another, Zhan Xiage secretly estimated that he was surprised to find that even if he airdropped the primitive jungle at night, the airdrop hit rate of the US air transport force still exceeded 80%!

Everyone was busy, and soldiers collecting load-bearing boxes were everywhere. The US Air Force not only threw 3,200 sets of individual field equipment and anti-biochemical equipment for Zhan Xiage and others, but also put a large amount of scale injections, licorice, milk and other materials that could help them relieve the symptoms and pain of poisoners. Even various sprays for disinfection were placed in total ten thousand pieces.

Perhaps considering that the "Rich Lion" organization has invested a large amount of mustard gas poisoning in the primitive jungle that can cause water sources to be poisoned for a long time, it is no longer possible to extract enough drinking fresh water and food by filtering. The American Airlines even put 35 tons of fresh water in sealed containers for Zhan Xiage and others, twenty tons of individual food with good taste and rich nutrition and dozens of sets of food heating devices. In this case, even the satellite communication and monitoring devices used by the US Delta Special Forces also obtained a new set of batteries.

When they were almost exhausted by biological and chemical weapons, they joined forces with special forces to wait for all necessary supplies. Without these weapons and equipment and necessary supplies, they could not have walked out of the biochemical poison zone that stretched nearly 100 kilometers.

Looking at the team members who were replacing batteries for satellite communication and monitoring equipment, Sinn Tims was silent for a long time before whispering: "If we had carried enough batteries at the beginning, or took a little risk, replenished the batteries through airdrops or other channels, we would only conduct regular and local monitoring scans due to insufficient power. We would discover the abnormal behavior of the "Raging Lion" organization in advance. Even if we were only five minutes earlier, we would not have paid such a heavy price!"

"War is always full of accidents and necessities." Zhan Xiage whispered: "I have heard a story about iron nails, saying that a blacksmith accidentally left an iron nail on the road, but he did not find it, nor picked up the nail. As a result, the iron nail hurts the foot of a horse, and the horse's knights did not catch a battle because of the horse's injuries; because of the absence of the knight, they lost the battle; because of the battle, they lost the entire war; in the end, because of the loss of this war, they lost the entire country!"

"The battlefield is full of unpredictable factors, and the responsibility of measuring the duties of us commanders is to carefully avoid the occurrence of unexpected events through our own professional knowledge and judgment. We will promptly correct all possible errors when the strategic plan begins to be implemented, and turn the rhythm and goal of the battle back to the original track."

Zhan Xiage said in a deep voice: "How can we be perfect in this world? We are humans, not gods, so how can we win and never defeat? As long as we do our own duties and create various possibilities for success and maximize our success, we are excellent and qualified commanders. At this time, whether it is success or failure, at least we can be worthy of our hearts. As for what is not success or failure, what is merit, demerit, honor and disgrace, let those who stay away from the battlefield and only know how to talk, use their self-righteous outlook on life to evaluate it!"

Speaking of this, Zhan Xiage closed his mouth, and Sinn Tims also kept silent thoughtfully. The two of them stood quietly on the hills, looking at the bonfire in front of them, which was still struggling to bloom with light and light, listening to the wet firewood, making a slight "crackling" sound in the flames.

A mountain wind blew, and the bonfire became strong. Thousands of sparks flew forward with the mountain wind. After a brief splendor and beauty, they eventually turned into gray-black dust. Accompanying these gray-black dust, they were flying over the flames, red, green, purple, and various colorful and beautiful poisonous powders.

"They have thrown too many poisons here. How long do you think these poisons will be left on this land? "Sinn Tims asked thoughtfully: "Five years? Ten years? Fifteen years? Or twenty years? Even this land will become a life Jedi that is bounded by the god of death for a long time in the next hundred years?"

"I don't know how long these poisons will last on this land, and I don't know how many innocent civilians will endanger when these biochemical poisons are uncontrollable as the air and water sources expand."

"No matter how much time is needed, the poison placed in this land will eventually be slowly diluted and swallowed by the earth, and this place will eventually become a sea of ​​life again. But I really don't know if there will be a second equally tragic and crazy war that will happen on this land before it regained again!" Zhan Xiage stared at the burning bonfires in front of them, and said in a deep voice: "The trauma of the earth will eventually be made up for by time, but where there are people, there will be conflicts and classes. In order to protect their rights and interests, and even to obtain more benefits, they must have a loyal follower with a powerful deterrent force in their hands. As long as there is the purest violent machine like soldiers, the shadow of war will never be erased."

Sinn Tims asked: "Since you think of the profession of military personnel this way, why did you still make yourself a soldier, or even the best soldier in the world?"

"Twelve years ago, I thought it was cool and proud to be a soldier, especially a rigorously trained special forces soldier."

Zhan Xiage raised his head, and he looked at the bright moon above his head in a daze. At this time, he seemed to see Yajie'er's figure again. He said in a deep voice: "But now, I don't think so anymore. The reason why I am willing to wear such a military uniform and hold weapons is because I hope to use my hands to bring real peace to everyone around me!"

Sinn Tims looked at Zhan Xia Ge in a strange voice, and said, "This is a very contradictory theory!"

"Yes, humans are a kind of creature full of contradictions!" Zhan Xiage said with a high apology: "Sinn Tims, do you know that I have obtained a theory for twelve years in the military camp?"

Sinn Times raised his ears, because he knew that theories he summarized in twelve years of characters like War Heroes must have been practiced by countless practices, and also embodies the war wisdom and life philosophy of the world's best professional soldier.

Zhan Xia Ge stretched out his voice while Sinn Tims listened carefully, and said word by word: "My theory is called the theory of killing!"

"In local battlefields, we will completely abandon being a person, all morality, mercy and kindness, and use the most tragic bloody means to craziest massacre attacks to completely destroy the enemy's fighting spirit, solve the war in the fastest way, and avoid the two sides entering a protracted war of attrition! In this way, we can instead use slaughtering attacks to save more people's lives, so I meet the enemy on the battlefield, and even if the lions pounce, I will do my best! I kill countless bloody people, especially women and children holding weapons, which is my primary target, because I must not let those children who have been participating in wars with weapons since childhood, and I cannot let those women with rich practical experience live, and impart what they have learned from the battlefield to the next generation without reservation!"

Speaking of this, Zhan Xiage's eyes, which were blocked by plastic cloth lenses, emitted a faint cold light. He whispered: "Instead of sitting and waiting for death, it's better to fight to the death. At this point, I highly agree with Panaga's means of putting biochemical poisons on us. The only thing he did wrong was that he underestimated the survival ability of our soldiers. Now that he has used his tricks, it's our turn to fight back!"
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