The arrogance of the city

Chapter 1914 Regret
This is an unprecedented "live broadcast".

Even people who are not in front of the screen have received notifications from various channels, and then either start the computer, turn on the TV, or pick up the mobile phone, and then see the picture that makes them unforgettable.

Shock.

horrified.

fear.

Can't bear it.

And moved...

Except for the baby who didn't know anything, everyone put down what they were doing.

at this moment.

The boundaries between classes have been completely erased, and there is no difference between good and evil in human nature.

because.

The remarks made by the head of state just now are very clear.

Once the Holy Alliance is defeated, no one will be able to stop these bloodthirsty and brutal monsters from the underground.

Just like what the general said just now.

Without the frontline defense, they will face the catastrophe!

Hold on.

Must hold on!

Whether rich or powerful, philanthropists or criminals, women or men, because of the stakes, human beings have achieved unprecedented unity at this moment.

Everyone is praying and cheering for the Holy Alliance.

If the belief can be turned into substance, at this time, you should be able to see grains of light emerging from each person, converging into a river like water droplets, forming an ocean of light on this eastern land.

……

"How long?"

The white castle that affects the world pattern.

The head of Citigroup, who has been paying great attention to his appearance, tore off his collar, looking very irritable, as if he was suppressing an extreme emotion and was on the verge of erupting at any time.

Stared at by his sharp eyes, the internal affairs officer bent down, trying not to protrude his fat belly so much.

"Führer, there are still 25 minutes."

There is a TV and a computer in the office, but they are not turned on. It seems that the people here are not so concerned about the situation on the front line.

But yes.

From the moment the tsarist plan was adopted.

The city of Ceara, including everything there, has no value or significance worthy of continued attention.

"How's the situation in the east?"

The Head of Citigroup was breathing heavily.

"How many areas have riots broke out?"

The interior officer visibly hesitated.

"...The head of state, according to satellite monitoring... there is no large-scale unrest... We have not detected any traces of armed forces dispatching..."

The head of Citigroup's pupils dilated in vain, as if to say... How is this possible?

"On the contrary... very quiet... quieter than ever..."

The cabinet officials wiped their sweat and dutifully made supplements.

"Head of State, after the East chose to broadcast nationally, so far, 36 countries have made the same move, and we cannot predict whether more countries will join in the future..."

Another official reported.

The implication is undoubtedly that it is impossible to cover up this war in all likelihood.

"asshole!"

The head of Citigroup finally couldn't control his excitement, he slapped the table hard, and even stood up abruptly.

"These guys are ignorant! What are they trying to do?! Tell everyone that our world is not safe and we have abandoned millions of soldiers?!"

Perhaps because of losing control of his emotions, the head of state obviously has these words.

He used the word "abandoned" precisely and clearly.

The senior internal affairs officials standing in a row all lowered their heads slightly and did not speak.

Actually they know.

Once this war is really known to the world, even if the tsarist plan can really achieve precious victories for mankind, there will still be some people and some groups who will accept verbal criticism from all mankind.

Inevitable.

Based on the current situation, it is speculated that they are still desperately suppressing the news, and they are the first to propose and lead the adoption of the Tsar's plan. They will be the most likely to be questioned, condemned, reviled, and even held accountable after the war. The goal.

It is completely understandable that the Führer would lose his composure in this way.

"Führer, it is no longer possible for us to hide this war from the people. I suggest that we immediately disclose everything to the public and state our interests to them..."

Foreign criticism has certainly been inevitable, but they cannot afford to lose their national support.

The war is not over.

These politicians are already thinking about the aftermath.

"No."

After a brief vent, the head of Citigroup has also calmed down. After all, not everyone can sit in this position.

With sharp eyes and determination, he clenched his fist with one hand and thumped the table.

"Even if it is to be made public, it will have to wait until the tsar's plan is implemented! The tsar's plan cannot be threatened or interfered with!"

So far, there are more than [-] soldiers from their Citi Country in the Holy Alliance.

In the face of the Tsar's plan, everyone will be treated equally.

This also means.

The more than [-] Citi soldiers who survived will also become victims.

As soldiers, they may be like warriors in all countries in the world, not afraid of death.

But don't forget that there are countless families behind them.

Family affection is a very great thing, it cannot be explained by common sense, and it can even make people lose their minds.

No one can guarantee that the relatives of the soldiers living in the country can still maintain peace when they know that their brothers, children, husbands... are going to die.

Even if it is for all mankind.

And the greatest possibility is to do everything possible to change this situation, in other words, to stop the tsar's plan.

And what is the most likely way to stop the tsar's plan?
Let him step down as the head of state.

"No, absolutely can't let this happen."

The Head of Citigroup looked tense, raised his head, and looked at the quartz clock hanging on the wall.

The slight "tick" of the clock is usually unnoticed, but this time it seems so slow.

……

Ceara.

The Second Legion, which regards death as home, is like a weak flame in the strong wind, igniting the fighting spirit of the Holy Alliance that is about to be extinguished.

The Holy Alliance is composed of elite troops from all over the world.

Some countries choose to tell the truth to save soldiers from dying in ignorance.

But some countries choose to keep the news tight.

However, no matter whether you know that your life is limited to the last 10 minutes or not, and whether you know that you have been given up, for soldiers, sacrifice and dedication are the mission that they engrave into their bones from the moment they put on their uniforms.

"Boy, this last cigarette will be your reward. Do you remember the address?"

The 19-year-old black soldier nodded honestly, took a cigarette from the other party, and still had a letter in his coat pocket.

"15 Keneji Avenue, Scuba, Mississippi."

The white sergeant raised a smile, his white teeth contrasted sharply with the gloomy battlefield, and he patted the black soldier on the shoulder vigorously.

"You have a good memory. You are a good young man. You are the only soldier of Lao Tzu. You have to work hard for Lao Tzu to survive."

With that said, the sergeant's board is full of dirt hats.

"Damn it, you can't let the Orientals behave like this!"

He picked up the gun, suppressed the fear in his heart with the ferocity on his face, then got up and rushed out.

"Da da da da..."

The young black soldier who had long been accustomed to this sound shrank back behind the sandbag, trembling with his fingers, and tremblingly lit the cigarette given to him by the sergeant.

He took a deep breath, then exhaled contentedly.

He wondered why the sergeant had given him the letter.

Didn't the sergeant know that the bombs that would destroy everything were coming soon?
Although puzzled.

But he accepted the letter anyway.

Not for this cigarette.

The black soldier who was a child in the east held a hard-earned cigarette in one hand, and took out the letter from his coat pocket with the other black hand.

The envelope has the word "Mom" written on it.

Your Excellency Sergeant.

I hope you have no regrets.

(End of this chapter)