Alien Arms Empire.

Chapter 1774 1775 Letter that cannot reach the destination

A dirty letter was opened and the thin letter paper was pulled out. The handwriting on the letter paper was very sloppy and there were even many typos. But everyone could feel the strong emotions in the content of this letter.

"Dear Ina,

As I write this letter to you on this land stained by the smoke and flames of war, the emotions surging in my heart are like a tide that is difficult to calm down.

All around me was the enemy's never-ending artillery fire. It was like a call from hell, mercilessly tearing apart the silence of the night and tearing at my heart.

The Tang army had too many artillery shells, and it seemed as if they had endless ammunition. For every artillery shell we fired, they would fire back a hundred.

Now, the position I am in has been bombed beyond recognition. Yesterday, the deputy battalion commander of our unit was killed. People die every day, and I live in fear every day.

In this endless noise, the only peace I can find is the longing for you and the children in my heart, and my endless concern for you.

First of all, please forgive me that my handwriting may be a little messy. My hands are shaking slightly from holding the cold gun barrel for a long time, and I have no way to control them.

It is not easy to write letters in such a poor place, which is why I haven't written home for a long time. The letter paper for this letter was borrowed from my comrade-in-arms. I gave him all my cigarette quota.

Maybe he felt he made a profit, but God knows when the next batch of cigarettes will be delivered, so I didn’t feel I lost money on this exchange.

These letters are as precious as life itself, because I have so many things to say to you. I know that in this environment, every letter may be the final farewell, but I still choose to write these words, because I want you to know that no matter where I am, my heart will always be with you.

Life on the battlefield was far more difficult than anyone could imagine. Food was scarce, and every bite of food was precious. Cars had to stop 15 kilometers away from the battlefield, and the rest of the way could only be walked on foot.

It was not easy to get some food to where we were. Most of the supplies were ammunition, and it was difficult for us to find something decent to eat.

I often return home in my dreams, sitting at that familiar little table, enjoying the pumpkin rice you made. The golden pumpkin, mixed with the aroma of rice, and the hint of sweetness, is the warmest taste in my heart and my greatest desire at the moment.

Whenever it is late at night and the gunfire stops, this longing comes like a tide, making me feel lonely and helpless.

I thought of our little yard. Have the flowers on the wall bloomed yet? I remember you said that you liked the flowers on the wall. They always bloomed there quietly, exuding a fragrance that could not be ignored. Whenever I thought of this, my heart would calm down a little, as if I could really smell the faint fragrance of the flowers.

Clothes were also scarce, and we could only cling to each other in the cold wind, using each other's body temperature to resist the biting cold. I remember that when I left home, the weather was not so cold, so I didn't bring that old cotton jacket...

Although it is worn out, it is enough to keep out the cold winter. Now, I really miss that not-so-nice dress. I can only wear thin clothes here, but the good news is that the weather is getting warmer and warmer, and I finally survived those difficult days.

The clothes the army gave me had long been worn out after countless battles and battles. Whenever the cold wind blew through the cracks in the night and hit my body, I would think of your gentle eyes and the scene of you mending my clothes. Those ordinary days have now become my greatest wish.

Ammunition is also a scarce resource, and every shot needs to be carefully considered. We can only receive 10 rounds of ammunition tomorrow, unless the Tang army launches a large-scale attack, more ammunition will be distributed. At least I have shot targets during training, and those new reinforcements are not even skilled in loading bullets.

Here, life is as worthless as grass, and you may fall down forever if you are not careful. I didn't even have time to remember the names of those new soldiers before they died.

Some people were buried in the soil, and some people's bodies could not even be found... I was very lucky. Once a shell fell near me, but it did not explode. The Tang army's shells rarely had duds, so the battalion commander said I was really lucky.

But even so, we cannot retreat, because behind us is the territory of the empire, which is our home and the place we must defend. We must hold on here and use all means to stop the Tang army from continuing to move south and prove our loyalty to His Majesty the Emperor.

Whenever there was a break in the battle, I would look up into the distance, trying to find a hint of home in the gray sky. I knew it was impossible, but this obsession supported me like faith.

I miss you, my wife. Your smile, your voice, everything about you are deeply engraved in my heart. I miss every ordinary and warm day we spent together. Although those days are simple, they are the most precious treasure in my heart.

And our child, he should have grown a lot taller now, right? When I left, he was just a toddler, now he should be able to run and jump, and may even have started school. I missed too many moments of his growth, which makes me feel guilty. But please tell him that dad stayed in such a damn place to protect more children like him and to let you live a more peaceful and tranquil life.

I also understand that my departure has brought you endless worries and pain. But please believe that I will do my best to protect myself and strive to return to your side as soon as possible. Because I know that home is my eternal harbor and the place I will miss no matter where I go.

At the end of this letter, I want to say to you: I love you, my wife. No matter what the future holds, this love will never change. Please take good care of yourself and our home. When I come back, we will cook another pumpkin meal together, sit around the table, and enjoy the long-lost peace and happiness.

May this damn war end soon, may I be able to return to you, may the gods bless each of us, and may everything go well.

Love you and your children forever, Tony Vince.

Yangmu 17 years, February 2st. "

Because of the war, the quality of the paper was not very good, and it was inevitable that a few holes would be poked when writing. However, the person who wrote this letter was obviously very careful, so overall there were relatively few holes on the letter paper.

The fingers holding the letter loosened slightly and threw the letter on the table. A rough voice came, with mockery and disdain: "How can such a letter be mailed back? It is full of negative emotions." The officer in charge of checking the letters held a cigarette butt that was about to go out and tapped his fingers on the letter paper: "Look at what they wrote? Insufficient ammunition, no cotton clothes? This is a rumor. If there is no shortage of people on the front line, he should be arrested."

"He's a company commander, too. He's really taking his own life." The officer who was examining the letter sighed, then crumpled up the precious letter and threw it into the fire. "Let me help you, idiot. If someone else saw a letter like this, you'd probably die."

Looking at the flames burning in the stove, the officer continued to open another letter filled with words. When he read only half of it, he threw the letter into the fire: "There are really more and more idiots like this recently."

The elves simply do not have enough transportation capacity to deliver such unimportant things as letters to the rear. Even if they did, there is not enough transportation capacity to distribute these useless things to the rear.

A large number of civilian cars have been requisitioned. These cars are responsible for transportation from the rear to dispatch nodes one or two hundred kilometers away from the front line, thus avoiding complex problems such as off-road driving.

But in this case, a large amount of civilian transportation capacity is actually squeezed out, and the speed of material mobilization in the past cannot be achieved at all now.

So perhaps there were trains and cars transporting ammunition and other supplies that could bring family letters and the like from the front lines back to the rear, but there was no transportation capacity or manpower and resources to continue distributing these letters.

In fact, workers such as postmen have been recruited in large numbers: they have become the best communication soldiers because they are responsible for delivering letters.

The electronic interference of the Tang Empire cut off the originally smooth grassroots communications, and also increased the difficulty of communication between high-level officials. Under such circumstances, using manpower to transmit intelligence messages became one of the few options.

This made the transportation and distribution of letters more difficult. But the real problem was that if soldiers and officers were not given the right to write home, they might become demoralized and even mutinous.

In order to appease these soldiers and officers, we have to continue to maintain a state of "you can write home." And this state... does not need to be true.

A large number of family letters would be examined and destroyed on the spot due to unqualified content, etc. As for how many letters could be delivered to their original destinations, it is hard to say.

There are always many reasons: for example, your letters home may leak military secrets, your letters home contain negative emotions of dissatisfaction with the country, your mailing address in your letters home is not written in standard format, etc.

As long as there is a small reason, the letter may disappear. It may be piled up in a corner and no one cares about it, or it may be burned and disappear from this world.

On the contrary, the Tang Empire encouraged everyone to write letters home, and some troops in the rear even used the most advanced technology to bring the best comfort to their families.

The Tang Army garrison stationed in Yongdong City used videotapes to bring their latest updates to their families: each of them greeted their families in military uniforms, and also filmed the meals in the cafeteria and the appearance of their own dormitories.

In the video, everyone seemed very excited, safe, well fed, and had a place to live. To be honest, it seemed like they were just serving in another part of their homeland, not fighting in a war on another continent.

In comparison, the situation of the soldiers in Yangmu Empire was much more miserable. Just like the company commander who wrote a letter home, even if he had some literary talent and wrote a lot, he could not guarantee that his letter would be delivered to its destination.

"Burn those bags over there..." Seeing his non-commissioned officer coming in, the old elf officer with a lewd smile on his face pointed at the sacks piled in the corner and said.

There were letters inside that had not yet been opened and checked. The female officer was slightly stunned and asked nervously: "But sir, these letters have not been checked yet. You know, we are short of manpower now, and we can't handle so many letters in time."

"I know, let's handle it the old way..." The officer waved his hand impatiently, deciding the fate of the letters.

Anyway, in times of war, it is inevitable that some things will be lost during transportation. Not to mention letters, even shells may be lost during delivery. What can anyone do? If you don't accept it, then go find it yourself!

"I understand, sir." The young sergeant answered obediently. She was not used to this way of working when she first came here, but later she got used to it, or she understood how some things worked after talking with several officers all night.

She understood that if she wanted to stay and work in such a relatively safe place, she had to sacrifice her body. She also understood that the letters from home that many people missed could actually be thrown directly into the fire and burned.

"Come to my tent tonight. I've been too busy with work lately and I need to discuss something with you... Is it convenient?" As the officer spoke, his eyes unconsciously fell on the female non-commissioned officer's chest.

Frankly speaking, among the elves, a race with many handsome men and beautiful women, this female officer was not outstanding, at best she could only be considered mediocre. But in a military camp like this, having food to eat was good enough, and no one would complain.

"I, I understand." The female officer remembered the perverted games her superior had played that night and replied with a pale face.

She had no right to refuse, unless she was booked by the even more perverted old colonel above her tonight... The question "Is it convenient?" was actually asking her if the colonel hadn't contacted her tonight.

Unfortunately, the old pervert has a new favorite recently. A new female non-commissioned officer has come to their department, and her appearance and appearance are much better than hers.

That little bitch was spotted by the old colonel as soon as she arrived, and became the colonel's private concubine. Other officers had no chance to get their hands on her, unlike this fallen woman who had some kind of relationship with most of the male officers in the camp...