The same rice can raise a hundred different kinds of people. Although these debauchee soldiers in the auditorium had been raised in a greenhouse by their fathers since they were young, not all of them were really unable to withstand the wind and rain, and couldn't withstand a few days of cold.
Knowing that the situation was settled, after a few minutes of silence, some of the more ambitious and strong-willed young masters came back to their senses. They picked up the large bowls of liquor on the table that were specially prepared for tonight. After a moment of shock, their faces gradually became fierce and they drank it all in one gulp.
Although some of them were choking, they were choking to their heart's content. They successfully turned the sadness in their hearts into grief and anger, turning despair into a kind of indescribable fierceness.
Even Xi Peng, who had been kicked to the ground, silently crawled up after a moment of pain and struggled to return to her seat. Her face was ashen, as if her entire family had been wiped out. He used his trembling hands to tightly hold the big bowl of liquor in front of him. He screamed like a madman and poured it into his mouth.
After drinking this bowl of liquor, he fiercely wiped the liquor on his lips and turned to the source of the cries. He fiercely scolded, "Cry at a funeral!"
These hundred or so old soldiers were all the best of the 17 Divisions, and were naturally part of the same circle. To have such an incompetent comrade, who could not even show his face in public, especially in front of Xu Le and the veterans of Group 7, made them feel extremely embarrassed.
After knowing the possible development of the situation, these young masters accepted the reality with a trace of tragic emotion. They were a little flushed from the liquor, but they were also ashamed of the cries that occasionally sounded around them. At this time, when they heard Xi Peng's scolding, they also began to scold.
Obscenities danced in the air as they vented their curses. Finally, those useless young masters' cries were stifled.
"Drink! Drink until you die! " Xi Peng grabbed Cong Xiang's shoulder. The redness in his eyes had long been covered by the redness on his face. He fiercely scolded, "Since no one cares about us, we have to come back alive."
The auditorium was suddenly filled with a fierce atmosphere. It was probably the psychological effect of breaking the pot and smashing it. There was wine in the morning, drink in the morning, and kill a few people tomorrow.
Xu Le felt that the phone in his hand was no longer vibrating. He secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and then his attention was attracted by the scene in the auditorium. The fact that these old soldiers were able to shake off their despair so quickly was out of his and the members of Group 7's expectations. Although these old soldiers looked at him with eyes full of undisguised hatred, these were still the eyes of those who were alive and dared to seek life in the face of death.
He glanced at Xi Peng in surprise. Only then did he realize that there was a reason why the aristocratic families condensed their wealth. The young masters of the capital ring had been played by the Department of Defense and tortured by Group Seven for ten days. That was why they were so cowardly. However, when the young people realized that they could not change the situation, they were able to ignite a certain kind of willpower. It had to be related to their family education.
Xu Le lowered his head and smiled. He didn't have enough experience or interest to look down on others and feel too much emotion. After calming down a little, he was ready to mobilize for the first battle in his life.
However, just as he was about to look at the communicator, he saw from the corner of his eyes a few soldiers carrying miniature cameras and sound receivers walk into the auditorium.
Judging from the epaulettes of these soldiers, they should be civilian officers. They were probably part of a film crew.
Lan Xiaolong walked up to the stage and whispered a few words into his ear.
Xu Le's eyes narrowed slightly. Only then did he realize that this was the intention of the President's Residence and the Department of Defense.
In order to quell the anti-war tide among the people, bridge the gap between the social classes, and promote harmonious coexistence between the social classes, the government had specially sent an excellent film crew from the military's Venus Documentary Film Studio to follow Group Seven's operation. They wanted to faithfully present the story of the children of these big shots killing the enemy on the frontline and sincerely cooperating with the children of ordinary people in front of hundreds of millions of people …
This was politics and also propaganda. Xu Le understood that the Federation government was willing to offend the upper class to carry out this mission. Of course, they wouldn't miss this rare propaganda opportunity. However, understanding was one thing. For a moment, he found it hard to accept that these people who dabbled in literature and art would appear on a battlefield where death was happening all the time.
"They're going to start shooting now?" Xu Le frowned and looked at the film crew that was shooting non-stop below the stage. He thought that the scene of these young masters partying to their heart's content wasn't very nice to look at.
"Can we ask them to leave for a while?" Lan Xiaolong looked at Xu Le's face. He didn't understand why he was so against the idea that Group Seven was also his opportunity, so he asked tentatively.
"Although they are sent by the Department of Defense, you don't need to be so polite. We are just a combat team for Nutshell," Xu Le said.
"Okay, I understand." Lan Xiaolong put on his military cap, shook his head, and walked off the stage. He took Xiong Linquan and a few other fierce people and unceremoniously kicked the film crew out of the auditorium. He completely ignored the extremely ugly expression and angry protest of the propaganda officer.
Xu Le lightly tapped the microphone, and the sharp echo resounded throughout the auditorium. The chaotic scene gradually quieted down. Most of the old soldiers were already a little drunk, and their eyes were a little blurred, confused, and sad. However, after ten days of torture, none of them dared to show any superiority in front of this young lieutenant colonel wearing sunglasses.
Looking at these 120 people and 120 faces, Xu Le suddenly forgot what he was supposed to say. The words he thought of last night to boost morale seemed to have no real power in the face of a real war.
The Federation soldiers below the stage were only a company. Of course, their equipment was much more powerful than a normal company's. Group Seven's equipment was originally provided by Nutshell, and this time, the Department of Defense had directly bypassed the West Woods frontline command to provide them with a full set of cutting-edge equipment.
Xu Le was now a lieutenant colonel. If he pushed hard, he could reach the level of deputy division commander, and become the regiment commander would be even more justified. However, he was still too young. Other than the mecha battle last time, he didn't have much combat experience. No matter how much the few real big shots in the Federal Army gave Li Pifu face, no matter how much they loved his personality, they couldn't really throw an entire regiment at him for him to lead.
Therefore, these 120 people, this company, was the first time he truly had … his own unit.
What was his own unit? That was, he had to be responsible for the life and death of everyone in the unit. He narrowed his eyes and looked at these familiar and still unfamiliar faces. He knew that no matter if he liked or disliked them, no matter if they were the son of a senator, the son of a governor, or just a very normal citizen, he had to do his best to let them come back alive from the battlefield.
However, in the end, he was still a young man who was almost 22 years old. With such a heavy responsibility and burden on his shoulders, it made his words sound heavy and difficult.
"You should know some of my story. I haven't been on active duty for long, but I have indeed experienced some things these years. In reality, I should have died a long time ago, but I haven't. "
Xu Le took off his sunglasses and put them in his shirt pocket. He lowered his head slightly and spoke into the communicator. His clear and sincere voice echoed in the auditorium. The soldiers at the tables below the stage looked at him with complicated expressions as they listened to these words.
"It's the same for your seniors in Group 7. They've done a lot of dangerous and shady work for the Federation, but most of them still managed to survive."
Bai Yulan sat at the table. A strange light flashed through her narrow and delicate eyes. It was unknown if she was thinking of her comrades who died on the Bermuda mineral star.
Xu Le lowered his head and continued, "If a person is afraid of death, it is actually the easiest for them to die. If you are not even afraid of death, then death will often be afraid of you and will avoid you from afar. I am younger than some of you, but I have experienced life and death. I know that it is indeed not a good feeling. I am also afraid … but after thinking about it carefully, when I rushed to the place of life and death, I didn't rely on the blood rush to my brain. It was an extremely correct instinct. "
"Because, people will always die in life. This is inevitable. And there are always some things in the world that are more annoying than death. It is not too risky to gamble with the inevitable death. "
"In the past ten days, after dinner, I have arranged for you to watch the war documentaries filmed by the Department of Defense. Although some of you may have fallen asleep due to exhaustion, you must have watched a few of them. In those documentaries, you should have seen the Empire's invaders slaughtering our compatriots on the fallen stars. You should have seen the white bones and rotting corpses that were not buried by anyone in the ruins of towns and cities. You should have seen how the Federation soldiers who were about the same age as you bravely charged into the Empire's artillery fire until they became broken corpses or martyrs in the end. "
"I know you have seen it." Xu Le raised his head and looked at the silent crowd below the stage. He said, "I also know that some of you cried when you saw it. I don't want to know whether it is fear or anger. I don't know whether it is fear, but at least you have feelings. If you don't feel, then you are not human. If you are not human, then you should not be afraid of death."
This was not a funny joke. Xu Le's first war mobilization in his life was just a calm narration with a hint of naivety and sincerity.
The auditorium was silent. He looked at the people below the stage and continued softly, "I know that many of you hate me, but I believe that on the battlefield, you will not be so bored as to shoot me in the back."
Speaking of this, he thought of Du Shaoqing and the Iron Seventh Division, and the trust in the ambush at the Yellow Mountain Ridge. After a moment of silence, he said, "I am not an excellent commander, but I can guarantee that you will not be a deserter under my command. In the future, when there is a need to charge, I will charge at the front. When there is a need to retreat, I will stay at the back. This is the only promise I can give you. "
"I won't talk about a glorious future or grand words. If I want to dispel your fears with just a few words and make you scream and become iron-blooded warriors, that's not an extravagant hope. It's just naive." He scratched his head and said seriously, "But since you have decided to risk your life on the battlefield, why don't you stick out your chest and walk in style? If the ending is predestined, at least on the way to the end, can you put on a slightly more manly posture? "
"You want to return to the capital ring alive? You have to be brave, and I believe that you can be brave. "
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I am in a very low mood. Until now, I haven't saved a single word of the script. I am going home soon. I feel inexplicably gloomy and irritated.
However, when I think of the fact that the national football team can also beat South Korea 3-0, I feel that there is indeed no reason in this universe. I feel both happy and happy. I take a deep breath and cheer myself up. After washing the piled up clothes and socks at night, I will try to work hard again.
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