death of hope

Chapter 180 "Corporate Warrior" (96) Internal and External Troubles

When it was my turn to speak, the Spartan company comrades stared at me expectantly, because I was a newcomer who was not sociable and rarely chatted.

Everyone is obviously interested in the birthmark on my neck, so let's talk about it,

My mother said that I have a great destiny, and I have been tested by life and death since I was born.

Whenever I talked about this matter, she always hugged me with a sad face and tears in her eyes, as if I, a strong man like a mountain, would die at any time.

My mother said that when I was in the delivery room, the umbilical cord was tightly wrapped around my neck, and my little face was bruised and purple. I had to stay in an oxygen-filled incubator for two full weeks before I came out.

The obstetrician said that if the child did not die, he would be disabled due to long-term cerebral hypoxia, and the family could not sleep at night due to worry.

The doctor underestimated the vitality of the little baby,

Not only did I survive without a disability, but I also grew tall and strong. When my family turned to worry about my IQ,
My academic performance was in the single digits in school, and I also got high scores in the emerging psionic talent test. The future is promising.

However, all these talents are no match for the increasingly serious class solidification in Terra Federation society.
I can't say anything about other colonies, at least in my hometown, no matter how hard a miner's son tries, it's hard to succeed.

So now I'm huddled in my armor, sweating and stinking, in the rain with you poor sons,
Instead of drinking champagne with the senator's son, that sucks, man!
In order to fit into the group, I tried to make my tone humorous,

Johnny laughed, Oleg laughed, everyone laughed,
But for some reason, I always felt that there was some bitterness in those smiles.

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Lynch's Notepad
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We leave the vast woodlands, go through a rather excruciating journey through the swamps, and then enter another endless jungle, during which the wind and rain are constant, and it is almost crushing. .

There is so much tree cover on this planet that it is impossible to burn it out any time soon, we walk out of one green hell and into another with no hope in sight.

Not only physically tired, but also mentally tired,

The guerrillas in Tal'darin seem to be able to read minds,
Whenever soldiers want to relax their nerves, catch their breath, light a cigarette, or take a nap,
There are always Tadarim snipers coming out of various unexpected corners to shoot coldly, and they disappear after shooting.

a lunch break,
Roger, our engineer captain with a big belly, was blown out of his head by an electromagnetically accelerated bullet when he was squatting in the grass to defecate.
Poor Roger, his brains, broken bones, blood and excrement mixed together, the sight and smell were simply unbearable.

Roger with a big belly is a veteran, Johnny's old acquaintance, and the two are at the same table in the military academy. The death of the old friend made the Spartan company commander so angry that he vowed to kill the sneak attacking Tadalin sniper. Cut to pieces.

Johnny didn't ask McCully, the sharpshooter of our company, for a traditional sniper life-and-death duel,
He lied to the headquarters, saying that he found a large enemy ambush force, and called the drone to blow up the area where the enemy snipers were suspected to be hiding.

This kind of simple and rude counter-sniper operation at any cost can be regarded as the consistent style of the Terra Federation Legion.
Like that line in that army magazine cartoon;

(Tadalin) You're very proud of yourself, aren't you? Look at me smashing you to death with ammunition (money)!
In the days that followed, things went from bad to worse, with more and more victims,
There are those who were shot in the head by snipers, those who stepped on landmines and were blown to the sky, and those who fell into mud traps and suffocated to death...

The most incredible time, a drunkard who was greedy for drinking violated the discipline and drank the poisoned Tadarim spirit, and his stomach and intestines were rotten in the afternoon.

In other words, the poison of the Tadarin people is too strong, it is almost like drinking concentrated sulfuric acid,
Since then, no one has dared to violate discipline and steal the captured Tadarim food that looks quite green and healthy.

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Although our human legion has seized the supremacy of the air and has an absolute firepower advantage, once we enter the stage of ground sweeping, we will inevitably be played around by the local aborigines.

Tadarin jihadists have played and lived in the jungle since they were young. Although they are not strong, they are very agile, and they are like ducks in water to fight covert battles.

Since they couldn't fight the frontal battlefield, they planned to drain human blood little by little.

The aborigines are very good at integrating into the natural environment, making murderous intentions hidden everywhere.

Every tree, every blade of grass, every patch of dirt, every puddle becomes suspicious,

At any moment, a black muzzle might protrude from it, or a fragmentation grenade might be thrown.

During this period, many classic jokes were born.

The most famous one is an interesting story spread by the Falcon Company next door,
I don't know if it's a joke or the truth, but it sounds fun anyway.

It was rumored that Dan, the deputy commander of the Falcon Company, told a vulgar joke, and the soldiers laughed,
The scary thing is that the tree next to it also laughed,
It turned out that this Tadarin jihadist hidden in the tree knew human languages,

Obviously, it is difficult for a person living in a strict religious abstinence environment to resist the charm of vulgar jokes about human beings.

The guy couldn't hold back his laugh,
As a result, of course, people and trees were smashed into a sieve by bullets.

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These days, everyone has become paranoid, jittery and wary.

PTSD per capita.

Johnny said there was plenty of ammo and there was no need to save, he always shouted;

"Shoot if you see suspicious trees, throw grenades and blow them up when you see suspicious mud puddles! Anyway, they are all public property, but they are made with effort. If they are gone, contact the quartermaster to send them over. You only have one life!"

The other companies thought the same way, and there was a burst of gunfire for a while, but despite this, the assassination operations of the Tadarin Holy Warriors were still successful.

In this hot and humid jungle, warfare has become old-fashioned. Compared with imported high-tech weapons, the homemade traps and homemade explosives of the Tadarim caused more trouble.

These primitive weapons have no electronic components and are difficult to detect and remove from drones.

In one attack, the enemy actually used a bow and arrow, and the steel arrowhead was poisoned. The unlucky guy who was shot in the butt turned green when he died, like a piece of moldy stinky cheese.

Compared with the Tadarin holy warriors who pop up to kill at any time, the blood-sucking flying insects in the jungle are more deadly.

This damn little thing looks similar to a mosquito, but its toxicity cannot be underestimated.
Sergeant Oleg was stung on his buttocks when he was defecating, and a pustule the size of a fist swelled up, forcing him to sleep on his stomach.

Some people say that this way of fighting is simply stupid. Since there is a full-scale war, why bother so much, just burn it all up and destroy it. In fact, it is really a last resort, and the political reasons behind it are quite complicated.

In order to slow down the pace of human expansion, a week after the war started, the Star Alliance sent a humanitarian observation team composed of diplomats from various civilization forces.

Their spaceships are parked in low-Earth orbit, and they send drones to observe everywhere, constantly finding fault with us, sending strong letters of condemnation, and putting pressure on the Terra Federation government.

As a result, the Terra Council and the Commander-in-Chief have to make concessions. We can't carry out destructive and indiscriminate bombing like we did at the beginning of the war, and we must try our best to avoid harming civilians.

We cannot continue to wantonly destroy the ecological environment on the planet, because the observation team of the Star Alliance environmental protection organization has also arrived,
If the Federation of Terra wants to maintain its image as a great civilized country and maintain its status as a permanent member of the Star Alliance, it has to follow rules and regulations, and everything has to follow cumbersome rules.

This time, it was us who were unlucky. Tanks and all-terrain vehicles could not commute in the forest, and could only sweep the area with the flesh and blood of infantry.

More and more businesses and civilians began to worry that their material and manpower investment would not be rewarded, and that their family members would not be able to return. If it were not for the federal control, the anti-war organizations in the colonies would have already started gathering.

Under tremendous pressure, the commander-in-chief and the chief of staff attended a press conference, expressing that they would try their best to avoid falling into the quagmire of war,
Our armor and firepower still have an absolute advantage, and we can completely eliminate the threat of Tal'darin in a short period of time, so that the huge investment of the Federation will be rewarded, and the sons and daughters of mankind will return home as soon as possible.

(End of this chapter)