Opening game, American Tycoon

Standing in different positions, we have different understandings of war.On the forward front, war is actually felt, the killing of the dead.

In the Supreme Command, however, war was a different matter altogether.

The Supreme Command is not even needed, just a few hundred kilometers away from the battle lines, where the rumble of cannons is not heard, the offices there are cleaned every morning, and there is an atmosphere of tranquility in the conduct of business; Soldiers serving there, who never fired a single shot themselves and were never shot at, even consisted of flirting with female stenographers and female typists in the corridors; senior generals there wore neatly pressed uniforms , standing in front of the map, staring at the map, writing a newspaper, saying that everything has been done by human hands, and the rest must be counted on God.

You know God often gets up early in order to work all day.With a partial and critical eye he observes ships, men sunk, the flight of cannonballs, the aiming of gunners, the prowess of naval officers, the dead bodies of hapless wretches flying into the air, the crashing of waves. The steel fence on the shore, observe how the artillery shells are loaded on the fort, and observe how the fortifications are built behind the narrow fierce battle area between the two armies.

On the other side of the lot, where the offices are equally swept every morning, there sit enemy generals in a different uniform, looking at very similar maps, reading very similar reports, taking One's own mental strength and ingenuity compete with one's own colleagues and with enemies hundreds of kilometers away.

On the walls of the offices in these places hung large maps, carefully marking the war situation with many red and black pencils.In these places, warfare is methodical and transactional.Battle plans keep appearing on the map.If plan number one fails, execute plan number two.If Plan No. [-] is only partially successful, Plan No. [-], pre-formulated, takes immediate effect.

All generals studied in military schools, whether it was the Imperial Army School in Nanhua, or West Point in the United States, Spandau in Germany, or Sandhurst in the United Kingdom. They all studied according to the same textbooks, and many of them wrote their own books. , and have read each other's works, they both know how Caesar acted in similar situations, what mistakes Napoleon made in Italy...

Now the generals, though on both sides, hope that the decisive moment never comes when they will have to say yes or no and that word will decide the fate of the battle and perhaps the country Fate; those two words would rob a man of the last ounce of courage, those two words might cripple or ruin a man for life, might cost him honor and reputation.

Therefore, they sat in their offices calmly, or looked at maps and reports, and then secretly prayed: Plans No. [-], No. [-], and No. [-] can be implemented according to the ideas of Suzaku Square in Central Capital and Pennsylvania Avenue in Washington. To be achieved, only to let the people in the field make insignificant, small changes on the spot.

But for people on the battlefield, everything is very different.No one asked how they separated the enemy's front from his rear.They were not consulted about how long it would take to prepare the bombardment, and the soldiers did not attend meetings to participate in the discussion of how many divisions had to be lost in order to be able to advance a kilometer into the depth of the enemy.

There are no flirtatious female stenographers on the battlefield, much less maps on which the actions of soldiers are reduced to a set of unambiguous, regular symbols—symbols appropriate to military command and charted.

But what the soldiers on the front line saw was the steel helmet on their heads, the vomit, the green sea water, the exploding shells, the thick gunpowder smoke, the downed plane, the deep red blood, the underwater torpedo, the rumbling cannon, the expressionless The pale faces, the panic-stricken crowds, the running and falling soldiers—they seemed to have forgotten everything they had learned since leaving their jobs and wives behind and putting on their uniforms.

As for the generals sitting in front of the map hundreds of kilometers away, the images of Wei Qing, Huo Qubing, Yue Fei, Kaiser, Clausewitz, and Napoleon flashed in their minds. Military operations were carried out strictly according to the plan, or almost Everything unfolded according to plan; however, from the perspective of the soldiers in the field, all was not the same.

"damn it……"

About 2 kilometers away from the front line, shells hit soldiers who were marching, and the road was filled with the humming of the wounded and people cursing.

For generals hundreds of kilometers away, war is just another manifestation of war games, and even casualty figures are used for inspiration.But for soldiers on the battlefield, casualties are real.

When a bullet hit him or his partner, when a shell exploded within a few meters, when a soldier who lost his legs cried out to his mother, when his voice became weaker and weaker, this Soldiers will only slowly die.

"..."

Pressing the bullets into the magazine one after another, Kang Mingwei's expression became more and more indifferent. A dozen meters in front of him, the soldiers whose thighs were broken by the bullets were crying and begging for help, but there was nothing they could do. .

"Did you spot the sniper?"

Once again, Kang Mingwei shouted.

"No, my God, there are snipers everywhere..."

After entering the city, Kang Mingwei found himself in a disaster.Every building, even every ruin, needs to be fought for. In order to seize a building, several people may die. In the city, you never know where the bullets are coming from.

In such a moment accompanied by death, everything becomes meaningless, and everyone only wants to live.

To live is to kill the enemy.

"Company commander, I think we can throw smoke bombs over there and drag Dongzi back..."

The chief with a gun in his hand stared at the crying comrades from the cracks in the bricks. The wailing of the comrades made him want to save him.

"The range of the smoke bomb is too small, you don't know if you can block the sniper's sight, or you have to deal with the sniper before..."

As a commander, Kang Mingwei had to make a choice, whether to sacrifice a comrade in arms for the sake of an injured comrade, or...

"Xu Han ran over..."

Just as the chief's words fell, gunshots rang out again, and Xu Han who was running seemed to be tripped by a rope, and fell heavily to the ground.He was not mortally wounded, but he was hit in the lower abdomen, and lay on the ground moaning like that.

"Damn it, everyone must obey orders, don't attack rashly..."

On the battlefield, comrades in arms are generally willing to die for the brothers around them, but this will also bring unnecessary casualties.

The most sensible way at this time is to stay here and not move.But what does this mean?This in turn means that they have to watch their brothers lose their lives bit by bit.

In fact, it is so cruel on the battlefield. Many times, people are powerless...