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Chapter 1861 Chapter 1862 Supervisory Team

"There is absolutely no need for us to keep fighting like this." The young soldier said as he moved his body with difficulty, trying to find a slightly safer shelter.

It was too cramped. The hastily built barricades were like a stinking garbage dump. Not only did it smell bad, but the space for the Tibetans was also pitifully small. There was muddy stagnant water, rubble, broken bricks, broken sandbags, and of course all kinds of household garbage.

"Doesn't the Tang Empire treat prisoners well? Why don't we surrender?" His voice trembled slightly, as if it was squeezed out from the depths of his throat, and was filled with despair.

He raised his head with difficulty and looked at the dilapidated building in the distance. It used to be their position, but now it has become a nightmare in their hearts.

Fear was like a cold poisonous snake, tightly wrapped around his heart, making it almost impossible for him to breathe. He clenched the rifle in his hand, his palms were full of sweat, and the cold metal made him more aware that he was in danger.

"I don't know why I can't surrender." Another veteran's voice was low and weak, as if he had lost all hope. He lowered his head weakly, letting the dust on his helmet fall off: "The supervisory team behind knows, why don't you go ask them?"

After saying this, he raised his head and gave the young soldier a smile that was uglier than crying, with a hint of mockery in his eyes.

“Damn it, should I ask those devils?” The young soldier shook his head violently, a look of deep fear on his face. “You know those supervisors are so ferocious, like devils crawling out of hell!”

"You still know that those people are devils?" The older soldier sneered, his tone full of bitterness and helplessness: "They never show mercy when killing their own people. If you have a chance, you can surrender, but if you walk over now, you will definitely be killed by your own people from behind."

In the past two days, they have seen more than one soldier surrender because of fear or because they could not bear the torture of the battlefield. Many people raised their hands and were shot by the supervisors behind them. Sometimes, the number of soldiers executed by the supervisors was even greater than that of the Tang army.

"These bastards." The young soldier cursed in a low voice, his eyes filled with anger and despair: "Don't they worry about themselves? Aren't they afraid of death?"

He clenched the rifle in his hand, his knuckles turning slightly white due to excessive force. In the distance, the dilapidated building stood quietly, as if silently laughing at their helplessness and despair.

During the same two days, they also witnessed a gunfight between soldiers who were ready to surrender and the Supervisory Team: first, the soldiers who wanted to surrender killed two veterans of the Supervisory Team, and then the other members of the Supervisory Team killed seven or eight crazy people who were ready to surrender. That day, their own people killed each other on the battlefield and blood flowed like a river, and then the Tang army occupied their position.

The remaining soldiers of the Lions Empire ran to this place like a group of stray dogs. They finally managed to stabilize their position, and their morale has dropped to the lowest point.

Anyway, the entire Yucheng is now on the verge of collapse. The Tang army is systematically dividing and encircling the coalition forces that are resisting in the city. The coalition forces' casualties are increasing every day, and the battle situation is getting worse day by day.

Anyone with common sense knows that the winner has already been decided, and what remains now is just a group of completely insane lunatics struggling in their death throes.

"I don't know if they are afraid of death." The older soldier lowered his voice and looked around vigilantly. After confirming that there were no members of the supervision team nearby, he continued, "Did you see the leaflets that the Tang army sent over yesterday?"

He was talking about some beautifully printed leaflets that the Tang army had brought to the coalition's defensive positions yesterday. These leaflets were all from a printing factory in Bunas City. They were made from local materials and were exquisitely crafted, and the content on them was also very targeted.

"Are you talking about that piece of paper that is so hard that it is not even suitable for wiping your butt? The picture on it is quite interesting. The dog is wearing the helmet of our supervision team." The young soldier was slightly stunned, and those colorful leaflets emerged in his mind.

"Of course I have read it, but..." He scratched his head embarrassedly, his cheeks slightly reddened, like a child who had done something wrong, his eyes were erratic, and he didn't dare to look directly into the old soldier's eyes: "I don't know how to read very well."

The literacy rate of the Lions Empire has not increased significantly in recent years. As the war progresses, the quality of soldiers has dropped even more. Among the current soldiers of the Lions Empire, there are not many who can read.

"Hmph, you're nothing but an uneducated idiot!" The older soldier glared at him with disappointment. His rough face was covered with traces of time, and his deep eyes revealed a hint of helplessness.

"I told you to learn a few more words, but you just eat, drink and have fun all day long, and you can't even remember a word!" He spat in hatred, his tone full of regret: "Now you can't even understand the way forward that Tang Jun pointed out for us!"

"You, you understand?" The young soldier scratched his head in embarrassment, a blush of embarrassment appeared on his dark face, his eyes were full of curiosity, and there was a hint of hope in his tone: "What exactly is written on it? It's not asking us to surrender again, is it?"

He smiled bitterly and shook his head, his eyes full of helplessness and bitterness: "If we had a way, we would have surrendered long ago, right... Aren't they just wasting their time?"

"I, I also asked several people to find out clearly." The older soldier lowered his voice and looked around vigilantly. After confirming that there were no members of the Supervisory Team nearby, he continued, "Those are the leaflets of the Tang Army threatening those Supervisory Teams."

"Tang Army? Why would the Tang Army threaten those supervisory teams?" The young soldier was even more confused: "Those supervisory teams are our people. How can the Tang Army control them?"

"To make them think about the consequences." The older soldier lowered his voice and imitated the tone on the Tang Army's leaflet, saying word by word: "The Tang Army's leaflet said that if the members of the Supervisory Team were caught and the captives pointed out that they had killed the surrendering Ryans soldiers, they would definitely be hanged."

He paused, observing the young soldier's expression, and then continued, "However, if the supervisory team takes the lead in surrendering, perhaps they can be treated leniently, at least their lives can be saved."

He sighed in a pretentious manner, as if he felt sorry for the members of the supervision team... But from his expression, it was clear that he was gloating. "What if the members of the supervision team killed me..." The young soldier was excited for a moment, but then he suddenly realized something, and his voice trembled, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, and he asked the old soldier beside him: "And then surrender... Where can I go to seek justice?" He asked very seriously, and then he clenched his teeth and held the rifle tightly with both hands, as if waiting for an answer that could comfort him.

"What the hell are you thinking about?" The older soldier looked at him with a helpless look and shook his head: "How could you think of such a thing? Those people in the supervision team hope that you can live longer so that they can live longer."

In fact, the members of the supervision team would not easily execute the soldiers in front, because if the cannon fodder in front were all killed, they, the supervision team, would become the new cannon fodder.

The problem is that they have a supervision team behind them. As long as they become cannon fodder, those even crazier lunatics will definitely do the same thing.

He raised his head and looked around vigilantly, and saw a few soldiers from the supervision team who came to inspect the position with submachine guns. So he lowered his voice and reminded his companions not to continue talking nonsense: "Don't talk, those lackeys are here again."

The soldiers of the supervisory team who were walking over heard his words and shouted in dissatisfaction: "What are you mumbling about? Is there anyone hiding the leaflets sent by the Tang army yesterday? If so, hand them over immediately!"

"I, I've handed over everything I picked up to you." The new recruit started to get nervous when he saw those ferocious-looking supervisors, as if he had really done something wrong.

There was nothing that those ferocious-looking soldiers of the supervision team could do. If they didn't try hard to look like they were not to be trifled with and hold their weapons vigilantly at all times, they would most likely be killed on the spot by the soldiers on the front line.

Their current situation is very similar to that of the police in the Lighthouse Country, patrolling on a street full of guns. If they are not smart enough, they may lose their lives.

"I, I don't have anything here either." The old soldier skillfully turned over his pockets to show that he did not hide the things thrown by the Tang army.

Then, he annoyed the members of the inspection team: "Brother, we didn't distribute any decent food yesterday. Look, I have nothing left. When will the supplies arrive?"

Raising the issue of supplies in such a place and at such a time was obviously a very effective way of driving away the guests. The expressions of the soldiers from the supervision team who came to inspect the position immediately became embarrassed.

There was no other way. They no longer had a way to maintain adequate supplies for all the troops, so many troops fighting on the front lines could only find food for themselves in the ruins.

Ammunition could still be delivered from time to time because of the need for battle, and food and medicine became precious resources. Without medicine, the medical soldiers could only watch the wounded helplessly, and the hungry soldiers were unlikely to fight the Tang soldiers on the opposite side with an empty stomach... Therefore, the speed at which the Lions and Dorne coalition forces collapsed became faster and faster.

"We don't know either, but it should be soon. If you have spare food, you are allowed to eat one-third of it first." The leading officer in the supervision team frowned impatiently, because he was too familiar with these old foxes on the battlefield.

If the other party was willing to kill his own people, he might have been transferred to the supervision team long ago. He was in urgent need of such experienced talents, and the treatment was slightly better than that of the front-line combat troops.

At least their weapons are submachine guns that are fierce in close combat, and their food is more or less guaranteed - when supplies are delivered, the supervisory team will divide them first, and they will definitely keep a little more for themselves.

But obviously, this old soldier is unwilling to shoot at his own people, so he is still serving on the front line... This kind of person is the most slippery. He can always run away when fighting, and he can ensure that he is not a deserter and will not be easily forced into desperate situations.

"Didn't our reserve food run out a few days ago? We haven't been given any replenishment yet." The old soldier looked like he wanted to find someone to complain to.

"Okay, I'll report the situation here to the regiment headquarters." The officer of the supervision team responded as a routine, and then led his men to the other end of the cramped trench.

Over there was a hidden machine gun position. The shooter and the assistant shooter were sitting next to the machine gun. When they saw the supervision team coming, they didn't even stand up. Under normal circumstances, the supervision team would not cause trouble for the machine gun team.

On the one hand, the soldiers in the machine gun group are all veterans with high combat effectiveness and will not surrender easily. On the other hand, the machine gun group is the target of Tang army snipers, and they are often lost in battles, so there is no chance of surrender.

Sure enough, several soldiers from the supervision team bypassed the machine gun group and disappeared at the bend of the trench.

In the distance, the clear and short sound of the Tang army's artillery came, and several shells landed almost at the same time, and then there was no sound. Everyone knew that once such a sound of artillery was heard, it meant that another position of the Yucheng defenders was finished.

Today, all the Lions soldiers on this position did not wait for their supplies. They did not wait for food, ammunition, or even the attack of the Tang army.

Today, more than 3000 coalition soldiers laid down their weapons and surrendered to the Tang army in the outskirts of Yucheng and in the urban area of ​​Yucheng. Even with the suppression of the war supervision team, at least 2500 people successfully arrived at the prisoner-of-war camp built by the Tang Empire outside the city.

Because of the previous suppression of the rioters in the city and the fierce attacks of the Tang army in the past few days, the morale of the coalition forces in Yucheng has reached the bottom. They have lost confidence in this war and also lost hope of victory.

So these troops began to surrender in an organized manner, and in many cases it was the supervisory team that took the lead in surrendering, and senior officers directly ordered their troops to surrender...

Once this situation appeared, it seemed to be developing in an uncontrollable direction. As the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces on the front line, Paul had tried very hard to restrain his troops and avoid large-scale surrender... but his efforts seemed to be increasingly pale and powerless.