death of hope

Chapter 433 "Enterprise Warrior" (343) Ideal and Reality
This line of defense must have been carefully laid out by professionals for a long time. The trenches dug by the defenders are intricate, one after the other like a maze, with countless booby traps buried.
There were one-person tunnels leading to foxholes, and guerrillas could pop up and fire in unexpected places.

At the vertical corner between the two trenches, Lynch and others saw a group of McMillan Enterprise fighters besieging a mortar position. Two loaders had been killed, and the remaining gunners were also seriously injured. Surrender.

"That's great, the senator said that there is a reward for catching a fish! If you catch a big fish, you will have enough food and clothing for a few lifetimes!"

Just as a corporate soldier recruit was walking towards the position and was about to collect his weapons, a powerful hand stretched out from behind and grabbed his body armor buckle.

A rough and deep voice said: "Don't go there, there is a scam!"

The recruit was very upset: "Who are you?! Don't hinder me from getting rich!"

Before the words fell, the mortar position exploded. Fortunately, there were no shells left.
When the gunpowder smoke dissipated, the guerrillas' heads and half of their bodies disappeared, and the bright red internal organs and white ribs were clearly visible.

"Ouch!" The recruit was terrified: "What's going on?"

"Unresponsive idiot!" Sergeant Oleg gave him the butt of a gun: "Hurry up and thank Captain Lynch for saving your life!"

"Thank you, let's go, recruits! Find your own team and gather!"

Johnny Blazer pushed away the recruits who were blocking the way, walked towards the smoky mortar position, and carefully inspected the remaining half of the guerrilla's body:
"As I said earlier, these people are not terrorists, but a group of people with ideals and beliefs, serving a strict organization, and many of them have received military training."

Oleg patted Lynch on the shoulder:

"You have a good look, brother, you saved all those recruits who are greedy for merit!"

At this time, Wang Hongye and others were still immersed in grief, and they didn't care much about this matter. Comanche asked:

"I didn't quite understand it. That person raised his hand and surrendered. Why did it explode suddenly..."

Oleg responded: "It's obviously a false surrender. I want to take a few away when I die. This trick will definitely not fool Brother Lynch."

Lynch nodded, and said with a ferocious face: "Glorious Bullet, a soldier...one of the skills that must be learned."

"Why are you grinning?"

"I have a headache again... I need to take some medicine, old company commander... You lead everyone to advance to the east of the trenches, throw some grenades into those tunnels, and I will follow later..."

"Your symptoms are getting worse, brother, don't force yourself." Johnny Blazer said and led his people away.

Taking off the helmet again, Lynch poured the pills into his mouth, unscrewed the kettle and gulped down a gulp, squatting on the spot, falling into a dizzy, trance-like state due to the strong side effects of antidepressants,
The guerrilla who was blown off half of his body in front of him plunged him into a long memory...

At that time, he had just joined the army... and was assigned to a strict instructor.

Most of the training is still normal, but later it becomes outrageous, it is really unimaginable, teach everyone how to use the glory bomb to give yourself a good time,
This kind of absurd course is actually part of the recruit tutorial...

At that time, the Human Federation was at war with the Hokri nomadic tribe in the Azov star field. Those barbaric aliens liked to abuse human captives to please the evil gods of different spaces they believed in.
The degree of cruelty, even the "Blood Eagle" torture of the ancient Vikings, cannot be compared with it. The consequence of being a prisoner is that life is not like this.

After pulling off the safety ring, the instructor clamped the oval-shaped grenade between the mandible and the upper edge of the body armor, knelt on both knees, raised his hands, and shouted surrender in the Hokri language, pretending to be no threat, let others be slaughtered appearance.

This method can use its own shadow to conceal the grenade, so that the enemy will lower their vigilance and come to capture the prisoner.
Take the FD2000 defensive grenade installed in the federal standard as an example. It is loaded with 80 grams of TNT and barium nitrate mixed explosives. The shock wave and shrapnel generated at the moment of explosion can easily destroy the brain.
Absolutely guaranteed instant death, no pain, no howling, no tears.

Skull fragments scattered by the blast can also become deadly shrapnel, making the final kill to the enemy.

Some newly recruited female soldiers listened with tears in their eyes, no wonder it was so, after all, this is really a tragic lesson.

(For the benefit of the Human Federation of Terra...to sacrifice their lives with honor...that's what the instructor said, why did those brave guerrillas fight...that's what my father did...

And I... fighting my father's comrades... What the hell...)
A mortar shell landed near the trench and exploded, cutting his scalp with sharp metal fragments and waking him from his trance with hot blood pouring down his neck into his clothes.

In the face of cruel reality, the ideals of the father's generation suddenly became fragile.

(What are you thinking about, remember, Lynch...you are not a good husband, not a good father, don't care about so much, just go one way to the dark.

You just do what you do best... fighter... executioner...

fight... kill...

Please the bosses and politicians, let them gain an advantage, let them launch a general attack quickly, then there is still a chance to save people...)
Marcus Lynch rubbed his eyes, put on his helmet, and, like an indefatigable war machine, took firm strides, leaving a series of footprints in the muddy trenches.

(End of this chapter)