The strongest soldier

The sky was gloomy, with thick lead-gray clouds stacked together. There was not a trace of sunlight in sight. The air was so sultry and uncomfortable that there was no wind. The dilapidated and dilapidated houses were lined up in rows. There was not much life in sight, and there was not much life in the empty streets. When seeing any figure, a strong chilling atmosphere filled the air and lingered for a long time.

In a two-story house, a table was placed against the window. A heavy machine gun was placed on the table. The dark muzzle of the gun was aimed at the front, exuding a cold breath of death. The golden bullets were particularly dazzling. The tall and handsome man controlled the heavy machine gun without saying a word, staring out the window with an indifferent expression.

A smarter short man was lying at the window observing, motionless and focused. The hall was filled with the smell of tobacco. A group of big men were sitting together, with cigars in their mouths, chatting with a stern look and a very loud voice. Low, surrounded by armed men with guns and ammunition, the sculptures generally remained motionless, holding guns tightly with both hands.

Sitting quietly at the front was a middle-aged man in his fifties, with a beard, wearing a white hat and a white robe, with his legs crossed. He was quietly watching everyone chatting while playing with the agate ring on his finger. , looked a little solemn, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a while, the middle-aged man with a beard coughed lightly. The sound was so soft that it was difficult to detect without paying attention, but like a thunder, it silenced the voices of those who were discussing something heatedly. Everyone around him quickly shut up and fell silent. Looking at the middle-aged man, he pricked up his ears and looked respectful.

The middle-aged man was very satisfied with the effect. He glanced at the people present with slightly condensed triangular eyes. His eyes were a little colder and he said in a deep voice: "Everyone, I just received the order from the general. The opponent made a threat and said that he would attack. We, the generals of the Free Army, have a condition that we withdraw our troops, please tell us.”

"What? If you dare to threaten our great general, give us an order. I am willing to lead the charge, attack in, and kill all the people inside. When the time comes, set a fire to burn all the corpses. If there is no evidence, no one can do anything to us." A man with a gloomy face said in a deep voice.

An unknown fierce light flashed in the middle-aged man's slightly condensed eyes, but he concealed it well so that no one noticed it. At this time, a man with a long scar on his face said in a deep voice: "Don't worry yet. , the prey outside is already a fat sheep on our bonfire, we can light it whenever we want, it’s nothing to worry about, we need to confirm, how true is this statement? They often thunder loudly but rain lightly."

Hahaha, other people around laughed proudly, full of disdain. The middle-aged man glanced at Scar calmly, and then looked at everyone. He didn't say anything immediately, but fell into deep thought. Everyone saw the middle-aged man's expression. The somewhat heavy, disdainful sneer turned into a dry laugh, and soon everyone silenced their voices. Everyone looked at each other, not understanding what the middle-aged man meant, and no one dared to talk nonsense.

After waiting for a while, a bald man said in a deep voice: "Everyone, don't worry about one person. The impact of killing one person will not be too big, but there are nearly a hundred people in front. No country can afford such a heavy loss. The opponent's warning will Isn't it true? If it is true, will our Free Army be able to block the wrath of our opponents? I heard that they are forming an anti-terrorism alliance. When all countries unite and provide convenience, the opponent's fighter planes may be able to pass through the airspace of other countries. Fly right over here.”

When everyone heard this, their faces changed drastically. They all realized the danger and looked at the middle-aged man one after another. The middle-aged man snorted coldly and expressed his helplessness at the ignorance of these people. Flesh and flesh and a few broken guns can stop the military. The anger of the great powers? But what if we don’t attack? How to explain to the superiors? He couldn't help but look at the bald man who had just spoken, and asked coldly: "You are more knowledgeable than them, please tell me."

"In my opinion, we should just besiege instead of attack. We finally have the wealth we have today, so we can't completely destroy it. What's more, everyone has witnessed the previous battle. The other party has come to reinforce them, and they are all very skilled. We have already lost. With nearly a hundred people, how sure are we of a strong attack? Even if we get in, how much damage will we suffer? Without our people, what are we?" the bald man suggested in a deep voice.

It is not easy for everyone to raise the troops. We know the hardships involved. If it is really not worthwhile to explain everything here, even if the losses are heavy, so what if we win the target? In this turbulent era, everyone is nothing without guns or cannons, and no bones and dregs will be left after being swallowed by others in a minute. Everyone looked at the bald man with solemn expressions.

"Besieging and not attacking can certainly preserve our strength, but how do we explain it to our superiors?" the middle-aged man asked in a deep voice.

Everyone understood the reason for coming here, but they became nervous when they thought about the consequences. The bald man looked at everyone coldly and continued to analyze: "Everyone, we are asked to wait for news after five days and harass them from time to time. Today is the fifth day. , we have completed the task┅┅"

"Wait a minute." The middle-aged man interrupted unceremoniously: "I just received the news that the general and the others have been threatened and asked us to attack them at all costs and kill everyone inside."

"Hiss?" Everyone's expressions changed drastically, and they began to think deeply. It's easy to kill someone, but what to do after killing someone? Who will bear this responsibility? Everyone is not a fool.

There was a moment of deathly silence in the room. Everyone was silent. Only the sound of nervous heavy breathing was left. The flame of the cigar between the fingers flickered on and off, as if it was telling something. After a while, the bald man sighed. With a sound, he said in a deep voice: "Everyone, although we are part of the Free Army, we are not truly direct descendants. It is easy to kill people, but what happens after the killing? Who will bear the consequences? Can the general withstand the anger of the opponent country? What if we are thrown out as scapegoats? Taking a step back, even if nothing happens later, how much will it cost to complete the order? One hundred, two hundred or three hundred? Without our people, we are not even considered a motley crew of the Free Army. Maybe it will be annexed by other troops, is this the result you want?"

Everyone's face turned pale after what they said, and the room fell silent again. Everyone was not a reckless man charging with a gun, they all knew the cruelty of political struggle, and no one was willing to give up the benefits they had obtained. They all looked at the middle-aged man, A young man with a beard and a pair of eyes suddenly said: "What should we do?"

Yes, what should I do? Everyone was silent. Killing is very simple. With everyone's strength and equipment, it is only a matter of time before they get in, but what about the losses? The sharp combat effectiveness of the reinforcements is vivid in our eyes, and no one dares to ignore it. If the losses are heavy, what if the command to the summit is completed? If not, how should we deal with it?