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Chapter 941 The Unavoidable (Second Update, please subscribe)
heavy rain!

The pouring rain fell without warning.

In fact, it is not without signs. Since December, Brazil has entered the rainy season, and it is from this time that the battlefield has finally become fair.

In the heavy rain, Da Ming's most powerful weapon - the airship, finally returned to their "nest", and even the artillery fire from Da Ming's artillery was not as violent as before, because their cannonballs could no longer go up. Empty search, guided shelling.

War is finally fair!

Of course, the war is also unfair. As the attacking side, the officers and soldiers of Ming Dynasty had to struggle on the muddy battlefield. The muddy battlefield dragged down their footsteps and made them targets in the open area.

It seems that Rio de Janeiro, as the "City of God", has really been blessed by God!
Another day, another battle!
The battle ended in fierce slaughter. Thousands of black slave soldiers were left on the first line of defense. Under the command of the white commander, they fought very tenaciously. No one tried to escape or retreat—— To be precise, they couldn't escape at all. Behind them, the supervisory team pointed their guns at them, and anyone who retreated would be executed directly.

In order to survive, these black slave soldiers had to do their best to fight the Ming army and use their lives to protect the slave owner's world.Their sacrifices were not in vain, and they also made those powerful enemies pay a heavy price.The corpses of hundreds of soldiers were scattered in the open space in front of the position. Those dark green uniforms proved the identities of the soldiers. The officers and soldiers of the Imperial Army shed the same blood on this position.

In the trenches, the remains of the burning log walls are still emitting green smoke. In the trenches, there are corpses everywhere, blue and green mixed together. These corpses are soaked in the muddy trenches like that. , In the knee-deep muddy water, many mice were swimming there, and some mice even lay on the corpses like that. In the trenches, the exhausted soldiers were smoking cigarettes, soaking them all, looking up at the sky , the sky, cloudy.

Maybe it's the smoke that covers the sky!
The soldiers thought so in their hearts, they stood quietly in the trenches like this, after a fierce battle, they successfully captured this position, but the price was heavy, the muddy water under their feet was not yellow , but red.stained red with blood.

"Damn it!"

A soldier glanced at the body floating in the mud, looked at the dark face with only white teeth, and cursed bitterly.

"It's really a group of guys who are not enough slaves..."

The exhausted soldiers just sat in the bloody trenches, letting the rain fall on them, and they just smoked like this. For them, this was just a pause in the battle. , the attack must continue.

War is cruel, and the hail of bullets on the battlefield will always take the lives of many people.When the soldiers were resting, the sergeants were there counting the iron plates - that was the soldier's military ID tag, on which was engraved the number of the unit he belonged to, his military ID number and blood type.If there are casualties among officers and soldiers during the battle, the ambulance team can easily identify the blood type of the injured and the name of the deceased according to the records on their identity cards, gaining time for quick rescue of the wounded and providing a basis for accurately identifying the remains of the dead.

According to the requirements, all officers and soldiers must hang around their necks all day long. When officers and soldiers die in battle, their comrades will put one of the two ID cards of the deceased into the mouth of the deceased, and wrap the other with the clothes of the deceased. For aftermath personnel to properly handle according to the records on the ID card.

Now the sergeants are there cleaning up the identification tags, which are taken from the fallen comrades who need to collect identification information before being loaded into the car and transported away, and a sergeant is there to register their Although there is only a number for the identity information, there will be full-time personnel in the rear to search and register the identity information according to the number, and then send out the death information.

While they were cleaning up those identity cards, the battalion and company chief officers were there doing what they least wanted to do - writing letters to the families of the soldiers who died in battle, which was the responsibility of the chief officers.Why should it be written by the chief officer of the battalion company?
This is not a formality, but a reminder to those officers that the soldiers who died in battle are living beings. They have families like him, parents, wives and children. Their sacrifice is no different from a disaster to their families.No matter how high the pension is, it cannot make up for the pain of losing a loved one.

Such a reminder will make the officers cherish the lives of the soldiers, so that they will not squander the lives of the soldiers for personal military exploits on the battlefield, at least it is a reminder.

For any military officer, this is the time when their hearts are the heaviest. They want to recall the voices and looks of their comrades-in-arms, and remember their deaths... Finally, this letter written by the chief officer will be passed. military mail to the families of fallen soldiers.Before that, the death notice had already been sent to them.

The process of sending the death information from the front to the rear is not cumbersome. It only takes two to three days before the information from the front can be sent to the Army Department in Yingtian. In the Military Service Hall of the Army Department, there are dozens of women The scribe will write the death notice with a pen according to the information list. Although lead typewriters have long been available, the death notice must be handwritten as required.

The written death notices will only be put into the envelope after being reviewed, and the address will be written. As soon as the envelope is loaded, the recipient will push the cart and put the death notices in the cart. In this way, hundreds of death notices were sent to the post office, where they were sorted out, mailed, and sent to the local military service office, and finally the office dispatched them to the door according to the corresponding information.

For the soldiers in the mobilization office, this seemingly simple task will always be the most exclusive task for them.After all, no one likes to deliver bad news to their door, but it is always inevitable, and in war everyone has a duty to do.

When the postman delivered the special package with the "Military postmark of the Ministry of the Army", the state military service office fell into a terrible silence.

Everyone knows what that is.

It's the death notice. Second Lieutenant Shao Wu'an from the military service office looked at the mail bag, sighed, and said to the three colleagues in the office.

"Okay, let's follow the prescribed procedure!"

(End of this chapter)