seance

"I said that war is not aimed at extermination." Wen Shao raised his head from a stack of documents and looked at his adjutant. "Launching missiles is just to force them to surrender."

"Tell me where the food for these tens of thousands of hungry captives comes from?" Ji Yan bombarded one after another without panting, "Where are they locked up? Who will take care of them? What should they do?"

"They can go and bury the body..."

"Captives have been doing this since ancient times," Ji Yan rubbed his forehead, "Even if we send them back to China, which country will they be sent to? Who will pay for the fuel?"

"Leave it to the protoss, anyway, they have plenty of space, and our cell can hold the demons? The transportation problem is also handed over to them," Wen Shao signed the paper, "By the way, don't forget to let them go before leaving." Bury the body."

"General," Lin Ping, who is in charge of the Fourth Military Region, walked in, "The logistics personnel have arrived, and they are from the Protoss side."

When Wen Shao looked up, he found Luo Ming looking at him with his usual smile. Wen Shao was slightly surprised: "Your Excellency Chengwang has to work to deliver the supplies?"

"It's the mission of the royal family to comfort the soldiers who won the first battle on the front line, but they can't bring too important people to dangerous places, so in the end it became me, not to mention that I was in charge of purchasing supplies," Luo Ming said to him. She raised her eyebrows, "Looking at your expression, it's a pity that my lovely brother didn't come?"

"I don't want him to come here," Wen Shao waved his hand casually, "It's fine if you come, it just so happens that there's something about transporting prisoners..."

"Before then," Luo Ming took out a letter from his pocket, "your husband asked me to bring it to you, and I promise I didn't peek."

Wen Shao narrowed his eyes and looked at him, Luo Ming shook his head and sighed, "It's terrible", letting the envelope float into his hand, Wen Shao controlled himself not to grab it as eagerly as if he saw a straw.

"So, I'm going to Hong Shanjun now." Luo Ming made a gesture of turning around, "Is there anything you want to tell me? I can see that you plan to attack separately next time, you must be relieved."

"You bring this document to him." After Wen Shao threw it out, he hesitated for a while, gritted his teeth and said, "And this letter, give it to Luo Chen for me."

Luo Ming whistled, and Wen Shao suddenly felt that he was not well: "I can't read the content."

"I promise," Luo Ming dragged out the ending of "certificate" very long, "a gentleman should not ignore evil."

Wen Shao clenched her fists and wanted to yell at her husband's brother, "Get out!", but in the end Lin Ping sent him out with a bruised vein.

Ji Yan stared at him thoughtfully, which made Wen Shao a little nervous, and finally the adjutant shrugged: "General, you are much more restrained than before."

Wen Shao glanced at her, and Ji Yan hurriedly raised her hands and exited the door: "Don't dare to disturb the general to read the letter."

While Wen Shao lamented that his majestic image had completely collapsed, he carefully opened the envelope.Luo Chen's handwriting is as elegant and clear as his own, and maybe he doesn't know how to address the other party, so the beginning of the letter is the text:

"The children in the school have taken the actual combat class more seriously, and the news of the victory makes each of them very excited. The structure of the weapons of the human race is really amazing. Now even the old professor of the literature class wants to find out the reason, maybe Sooner or later, we'll study the science of other races as well as Terran."

The content of the letter is fragmentary, and it can be seen that His Highness is laboriously elongating the text. Wen Shao doesn't know when he will be able to say what he wants to say directly.

"I still go to some kind of banquet every few days. When I watch them exchanging glasses, I will think of you. I think of you. I was born and died in a remote place. At this time, I really can't eat anything."

The strokes obviously paused here, and His Highness wrote another line:

"I know that you have won the first battle, and I know that the situation is very optimistic, but the number of casualties still makes me unable to let go. I know that I should thank all of you for fighting for the country, for saving another race, and for the justice in your heart, but I really just want you to be safe."

Wen Shao seemed to have seen the other party give up struggling, and wrote in the next paragraph:

"I really miss you."

And "the movie that was based on the two of us came out, I saw it on the terminal, and like I said, the main character is nothing like you".

Wen Shao found that he was like the person he laughed at before, gently pasting the letter on his face, and at the same time, there was an urgent desire to go back.In the past, he would never have any worries before victory, but now he suddenly has concerns and calls from behind.

"After more than 100 years, war is as cruel as I imagined, or more cruel. All races have endless creativity in the matter of torturing their own kind.

Many of the soldiers have never seen a real battle, and I hope they can come out of the shadows.

It's already cold winter here, but there are still many flowers whose names I don't know on the plains in the valley. I think I've seen them in your herbarium.

Like you, I hope that the war will end soon. This is probably the first time in many years that I have such a strong desire to go back.

I really miss you. "

Wen Shao originally wanted to introduce his recent situation, but Luo Chen is the kind of person who worries about the world even if he has nothing to do, so it's better not to mention the tragedy of the battle.

He walked out of his tent, and the landscape in front of him had completely changed.Surrounded by wounded people sitting in sevens and eights waiting for treatment, one of them I saw yesterday had a new-style bandage on his neck and was grinning with his arms covered.But the eyes are gentle, holding a palm-sized photo in his hand.Wen Shao couldn't help thinking of the photo in his pocket, and gently put his hand on it.

"Is this your lover?"

The soldier raised his head and was surprised to see the general standing in front of him. He reflexively wanted to stand up and salute, but he couldn't stand still. The comrade next to him helped him.

"It's fine for the wounded to sit, and the wound will consume medical resources later." Wen Shao waved his hand.

Only then did the soldier remember that the general had asked the question, and he turned the photo over and pinched it with his hands: "It's my girlfriend, we plan to get married in the spring."

Wen Shao didn't know why there was a feeling of sympathy, he was silent for a while, and patted the other person's shoulder: "Don't let her down."

The soldier nodded, and that expression made Wen Shao add: "I'm not asking you to kill the enemy bravely, I mean you must go back alive."

The soldier put the photo back with great care and gave him a military salute.

Wen Shao walked forward, and an open-air hospital was built, with medical equipment and temporary hospital beds densely packed.The soldiers who came and went avoided looking inside, it was a pure nightmare.Some of the young soldiers had their arms blown to pieces, and some had holes in their stomachs, and their internal organs and gauze flowed out together.From time to time, there were heart-piercing screams, and several nurses worked together to suppress a young man who had just discovered that he had lost his left leg.

Wen Shao paused, then turned and returned to his tent.