Peleus stared at Mr. Truman calmly. He was a very strong man who would give people a great sense of oppression.

He was a head taller than Mr. Truman, looking down from top to bottom at this time, making the atmosphere between the two a little dignified.

After about seven or eight seconds, Peleus shook his head, "We always thought that before, there is nothing that cannot be resolved through discussion."

"But you see, obviously we have already bowed our heads, and we have already flattered Gafla like a fool who has been wronged and wants to tell others that we are fine."

"But they treat us as toys in their hands and manipulate us at will."

"The interests that originally belonged to us were misappropriated by them, and even the war bonds we purchased were stopped by them."

"They say we stole their wealth and we can only pay them more in trade."

"Because we thought at the time that we were no match for them."

What Peleus said was after the end of the last world war, and it has only been more than ten years now, which is not a very long time ago.

He leaned back, and the dignified atmosphere eased a little, "I still had time for their delegation to keep rejecting our requests at the negotiating table, and kept making excessive new demands that were beneficial to them."

"We protested, joined others to try to compromise, but in the end it didn't make any sense."

"I deeply remember that at the negotiating table, they swallowed what belonged to us bit by bit."

"And there's nothing we can do!"

Mr. Truman also fell silent. These things happened in reality, and no one can change them. Lynch also made a lot of money by taking advantage of Gefra's plundering of the Federation after the war.

War bond money.

He couldn't refute what Peleus said, these were facts, he could only keep silent.

"See, that's what it is."

"Do you remember what happened when our fleet wiped out their Second Fleet?"

There was a scornful smile on the corner of Peleus's mouth, not at Mr. Truman, but at Gefla.

"Their delegation changed their attitude overnight, vomited out all the interests they swallowed but belonged to us, and gave us more benefits."

"Diplomatically, economically, militarily, including non-governmental cooperation has become more equal, and we can even occupy certain advantages."

"Truman, you have to make it clear that this is not the benefit our diplomats have gained for us through their so-called outstanding diplomatic level."

"But we put the cannon barrel in their mouth and they had to let it out?"

"Without the scars, they would never feel pain and never learn to understand each other."

"I support your idea of ​​getting them off the negotiating table, but only after we've knocked them down!"

"Not now!"

Peleus asked the officer beside him to pour him another glass of wine. Holding the glass, he looked as if he was one size smaller than ordinary people, "Words can't bring peace, but death can!"

He raised his head and drank the wine in the glass, put the glass back on the table, but did not take his hands off the glass.

"Last time, the Gefra people won the final victory in the negotiations, and now they are also enjoying the fun of subjugation."

"The war will not end, at least not for a short time!"

In fact, neither the Federation nor the Pengjieao people have retreated from this war until now, and both sides have invested too much cost in it.

Stop playing now?

Even if the federal military agrees, the Pengjieao people will not agree, everyone has a reason to go, until one side is completely defeated!

He looked at Mr. Truman with a calm face, and he couldn't see any inner emotional changes, "You have become merciful."

Kindness is a commendatory word for most people, but it is a completely derogatory term when it is put on soldiers and rulers.

Ryan's kindness made him almost die on the spot twice, and Gefla's previous emperor had some illusions in his heart that made him leave this world directly.

The world is always cruel, beauty can only deceive oneself, not the world!

Mr. Truman sighed, then got up to leave, and he had to go back to think about many things that followed.

The Federation is different from Peng Jieao. Peng Jieao has a large population. They say that they have 20 million soldiers every day.

But what about the Federation?

Now more than 3 million people have almost reduced the number of young men in the Federation by more than half!

If so many people are really going to die, the imbalance in the ratio of men to women after the war will also be a big problem!

He has to make some preparations in advance and think about the future development.

As for the rest...

"I haven't eaten well, so I won't send you off." Peleus sat on the chair without moving, Mr. Truman nodded, and then left.

Watching his back disappear behind the gradually closing door, Peleus began to eat again with his head down. He had to stay up late tonight, so he needed to eat some more.

In fact, besides what he said to Mr. Truman, there are some other reasons.

The military has been suppressed by the Congress and the federal government for so many years. Finally, there is a good opportunity to improve the strength and influence of the military department, and stop the military when it can gain more power and benefits?

Officers and generals are not politicians, no one can stop this war!

That night, at about 8:25, fighting broke out again after dark.

Large swaths of flares rise from the ground, briefly bringing light to this dark world.

The troops on the ground were fighting chaotically while switching between light and darkness, and the planes in the sky were engaged in an air battle with extremely poor night vision capabilities. It can only be said that neither side knew what they were fighting.

It ended up being a harvest of each other's ground units!

Armored vehicles, tanks, mortars, engines struggling to spin wildly, explosions, countless sounds filled the entire battlefield!

This battle was fought very simply, as if there were enemies in all directions, and there were countless enemies.

Fortunately, in the evening, the headquarters gave some coordinates, and the continuous bombardment of naval guns made the enemy's attack intermittent.

The coverage of ground firepower also solved some enemies, at least there was no close combat.

After fighting all night until dawn, light appeared on the far edge of the sky, and when people could see something clearly without flares, the sound of the firefight gradually subsided.

There was no big fire, only gunpowder smoke, and people who smelled like gunpowder kept coughing.

A soldier carefully exposed his head and looked forward. There were no more enemies like a tide, and there was no more intense firefighting. He finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He sat back in the trench, took out a cigarette, and used the lighter inflexibly with his left hand.

During the battle last night, the part below the elbow of his right hand was chopped off by something, right next to his feet.

The rest of his life after the fight filled him with joy, and more importantly, he could go home.

He is twenty-three years old this year, married with one child.

He took a deep breath of the cigarette, as if to let the cigarette wash away the smell of gunpowder in his lungs, and then slowly exhaled it out.

For some reason, he suddenly didn't want to go back as much as yesterday.

It was getting brighter, and the battle was completely stopped. Their captain bent over and ran over to count the number of people, and saw the soldier missing half an arm at a glance.

The captain's expression turned slightly pale. Many people died in the fierce battle last night, and his team was completely beaten.

"Your hand..." He looked at the soldier's simply bandaged severed arm, feeling a little worried.

The soldier raised his cigarette nonchalantly, speaking with an unprecedented ease, "I can't die."

The severed arm was treated urgently, otherwise he would have died from bleeding.

In fact, it is still very dangerous to do so. Not everyone can complete this kind of bandaging accurately. He was just lucky, and he did not forget the steps to learn, so he survived by chance.

The captain sighed, "Go and have a look at the back, don't get infected."

He paused after finishing speaking, "Do you want to go back?"

The soldier was a little surprised, "Didn't you say that you will be sent back after you become disabled?"

The captain sighed again, "The situation has changed a bit now, serious injuries and disabilities can choose to go back or not."

"If you stay, there will be a two-star Medal of Freedom, and some other changes, mainly responsible for leading the recruits behind."

"After the war is over, there will be some additional compensation. The specific situation has not yet come down."

"If you go back, what you promised before will remain the same."

The Federation military knows it's hard to fight on another country's soil, but it's just too **** easy.

The number of deaths in the night battle last night far exceeded the number of deaths during the daytime landing, and the subsequent battles will only be more difficult.

According to the news sent back by some lurkers lurking inside Pentieao, Pentieau's domestic hatred for the invasion of the Federalists was very strong, and even some conflicts that should have been intensified or even erupted were temporarily relieved with the arrival of the Federalists.

It is said that various regions have started recruiting again~lightnovelpub.net~ Within a month, there will be an increase of 2 million to 3 million sergeants in various regions.

The good news is that this is "all over the place", not in one place.

The bad news is that as the war progresses, they will eventually converge.

The military now had to issue some new orders. Sergeants who were injured or not seriously disabled could stay in the Eastern Continent and continue to fight against Peng Jieao.

They will be reassigned to the recruit team in a way of "bringing the old with the new", and use their experience of surviving on the high-intensity battlefield to help the recruits quickly adapt to the battlefield confrontation of Peng Jieao.

In this way, the survival probability of recruits is improved.

As long as the death rate of some recruits can be slightly reduced, the pressure on the military will not be too great, and a new round of comprehensive conscription in the country is about to begin.

Newly recruited recruits have only forty-five days of training, and after forty-five days they are sent to the battlefield.

These people also need the help of veterans!