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Seven kilometers south of Khartoum, a small village that doesn't even have an official name on the map.

A gum arabic factory was built here, but it closed down during the economic crisis in Beisu, and the boss committed suicide by swallowing a bomb. Later, it was completely abandoned and became a playground for some children in the village.

But now, amidst the billowing black smoke, the entire factory was in ruins.

A colonel and officer hid behind the bunker, shouting loudly.

"Let me tell you, you have no way out, you have to rush forward or die to me, this is the last line of defense, if you lose this place, you will have no country, your wives and children will be displaced, and your homeland will be trampled by the enemy, you tell me , what are you going to do!"

He roared over and over again, blushing, inspiring every soldier.

"Fight to the death!"

The soaring roar responded to him, and groups of soldiers with rifles rushed out of the bunker and charged forward.

Bullets whistled beside the ears, shells fell beside them, and the silver demon flashed in the distance. Some of them fell on the way of charging, and some fell down just after getting out of the bunker, but look at the way they fell. The direction, however, is facing forward in unison, which is the direction of charging.

At this time, they were already red-eyed. That's right, they had no way out. If they retreated, the country would be ruined and their families would perish. If they moved forward, even if they were moths flying to the flames, there would still be a glimmer of hope.

For the homeland, for the family, charge, fight, use my blood and flesh to build the last line of defense.

The village was flooded by artillery fire, large areas of trees fell down like wheat, buildings were smashed and then smashed, smoke billowed up, and the battle line about five kilometers long was full of corpses.

Under the powerful firepower, this is a meat grinder, and a regiment of Beisu soldiers can pull it up within half an hour.They were beaten to pieces, and less than one-fifth of them survived.

The khaki ground has been soaked into bright red by blood. On the road of charge, if you step on it, you will either step on the pool of blood that has not yet solidified, or step on someone's hands and feet.

……

Ram sprinted and knocked down a brick wall. In the window, there was a machine gun point behind the brick wall.Several soldiers looked at him tremblingly.

Ram, who was already numb in his heart, raised his right arm slightly, and the machine gunner's head exploded directly under the compressed air gun.

Suddenly a sharp alarm sounded beside his ears, but Ram's reaction was a bit slower. An rpg exploded at his feet, and the two remaining soldiers in the machine gun position were blasted into the sky.

Ram was also swept up by the explosion and fell a few meters away.

Although thanks to the defensive ability of the mecha on his body, Ram was not injured, but when he stood up, he looked forward.The soldiers of the Beisu Kingdom, who came like a tide, felt really tired.

The power of the mecha is sufficient, but the person who can control the mecha is tired.

How long have you been fighting?Ram had long forgotten.He has lost count of how many people died under his hands, all he knows is that dusk has come.

Far away, on the skyline.Under the billowing gunpowder smoke, the bright red glow of the sunset can still be vaguely seen.

What a beautiful sunset!

Suddenly, Ram seemed to hear something.

"Go forward. The proud lion, drinking the clear water of the Nile, crosses the majestic Nuba Mountains and roars in the Kordofan Plateau."

It's the national anthem, the most familiar national anthem!

Am I dreaming?Ram murmured to himself, seeing only dead soldiers in front of him, streams of bullets and artillery fire, and only the sound of fighting soaring into the sky, and the continuous rumble of artillery fire.

Where did that song come from.

Ram turned his head weakly, and something suddenly appeared on the southern skyline.

On the horizon, there seemed to be a black lion, roaring and roaring.

Not dreaming!

Seeing this scene, Ram woke up suddenly, it was the reinforcements, the reinforcements had arrived.

After the battle lasted for nearly five hours, the 12th Brigade of the First Division and the 21st Brigade of the Second Division finally arrived in Abyel.

The battle line was stretched, and the pressure on the North Su Kingdom suddenly increased, forcing more soldiers to be sent in. The war expanded in an instant.

……

Huaguo, Zhonghai.

Zhao Pinghui and other high-level executives deliberately stopped all important matters today, and gathered together to watch this decisive battle that attracted worldwide attention through satellite.

This is the first war that can determine the fate of a country since the 21st century.

From morning to night, the few people didn't do much action at all, and they didn't even eat lunch. Although they only used satellites to shoot and use big screens to pay attention to this war across thousands of mountains and rivers, they still felt a sense of urgency. , a pressure from war.

Zhao Pinghui is nearly 60 years old this year, and he did not participate in the more tragic war that year. He only heard about the tragedy of the war from the narratives of his parents.

But today, he witnessed all this with his own eyes, and understood the indescribable tragedy.

Zhang Fengzhen, who is only in his 40s this year, is the youngest prime minister ever. He is a high-achieving university student, and he does not come from a red family. The war is too far away from him.

At this moment, looking at the battle line that stretched for several kilometers, the bombardment that seemed to never stop, and the soldiers who fell like cutting wheat, he finally understood the cruelty of war, a kind of cruelty that makes people feel dreadful.

There seemed to be endless fighting and screams echoing in his ears, making him clenched his fists involuntarily.

At some point, Zhao Pinghui suddenly said, "We may have to review ourselves."

Looking at the big screen with calm eyes, he said slowly: "We always tell ourselves that war is still far away from us. We want development and peace, and don't use force lightly."

"We claim to be the kingdom of heaven, we have the most powerful army in the world, we have a glorious history of war and fine traditions, we are not afraid of any provocation, but we do not take the initiative to provoke!"

"I used to think that this was right, and I could tolerate some things for the sake of peace, but at this moment, I realized that I was wrong!"

"Blindly giving in and being weak will make us lose our blood. We say that we can fight wars, but the fact is that we have not experienced wars for decades. We say that we are willing to sacrifice ourselves for the sake of the country and the people, but if we really One day, the war breaks out, and you ask yourself, can we do it?"

"Look, with such disparity in military strength, the soldiers of the Northern Soviet Union, in order to defend their homeland, rushed forward to the battlefield without fear of sacrifice. Perhaps, they also knew that this was just a meaningless move and could not change the result, but this The bloodliness of abandoning everything and sacrificing everything for the country is what we lack.”

"The peace for too long has sharpened our fangs and sharpened our claws. We have adapted to ease and peace, and have quietly forgotten the spirit of revolution."

"Our country needs blood!"

"I think he launched this war recklessly, in order to temper his blood that can never be erased!"

Zhao Pinghui's eyes were extremely solemn, and everyone present was lost in thought.

The world is big, but the world is small, history is always surprisingly similar, repeating itself, peace, always only exists in ideals.

Whether a country obsessed with comfort and peace can cope with the challenges in the future, no one can give an answer.

Xie Xiongmin's old face seemed to glow with vitality, he clenched his fists firmly, and said firmly: "We need to change, for this country, for our nation, we need to become wolves!"

Zhang Fengzhen opened his mouth to say something, but he swallowed it back.

Zhao Pinghui noticed Zhang Fengzhen's expression and said, "Old Zhang, maybe I'm trying to scare you, but don't you think the world has been peaceful for too long? I can already smell the breath of war."

Zhang Fengzhen's expression also became serious. Deep down in his heart, he knew that Zhao Pinghui was not trying to scare people.

This is a powerful world, and no one is willing to be content with the status quo. When a country is strong, it will naturally seek a larger territory. Everyone wants a dynasty.

Even if this day will not come soon, it will eventually come. When that day comes, whether Hua Guo is ready to meet all of this, Zhang Fengzhen does not know, but he knows that Hua Guo has not yet be prepared.

Is peace a shackle, or a shackle that Huaguo put on itself? Perhaps from this moment on, they need to make changes to remove this shackle!

……

Khartoum.

When the first light of dawn shone on the ground, a soldier from Beisu State moved and stood up from the bunker.

He faced the east, looked at the bright red sun jumping out of the horizon, stretched out his arms, as if pouring the sun into his arms, a touch of happiness appeared on his face.

After a night of fierce fighting, at this moment, he felt warmth for the first time.

The next moment, the smile on his face froze, and on his neck, a huge black hole gushed out blood, hot blood.

The gunshots intensified in an instant. (To be continued..)

ps: ps: I am going to Changzhou, do you have any friends in Changzhou?beg**.