Chapter 277： Propaganda

The commander of the 1st Armored Division looked at General Walter helplessly in his headquarters, and replied: "These photos were taken by the frontline troops. I also went to some positions to see it myself..."

"The entire city has almost been completely destroyed. To be honest, anyone with a little conscience will not feel very comfortable seeing the sight." The commander of the 1st Armored Division said depressed.

Half a month ago, when he fought fiercely with the main force of the Puppet Empire, he didn't even take a step back. At the most dangerous time, a unit of the Puppet Empire was only a few hundred meters away from his headquarters.

He hadn't been so shaken at that time. When he saw the ruins of Bellevue with his own eyes, he really shaken civilization. The reason why civilization is called civilization is because civilization has its own morality and its own bottom line.

If someone can remain indifferent or gloat after seeing a city completely destroyed, then his human nature has undoubtedly been distorted.

"They started the war first, my friend...we don't want to do this either, but this is war." Walter looked at the various photos in front of him and fiddled with them with his hands.

Almost every picture is a ruined wall, some are mage towers that have not completely collapsed, and some are walls that have been completely destroyed. Just from these ruins, we can see how magnificent the city was before it was destroyed.

"The more beautiful here, the more thoroughly our ancestors were exploited. Every magician's city can be said to be built on the bones of mortals." Walter said word by word.

"So I carried out the task firmly! And I will carry it out firmly!" The commander of the 1st Armored Division said with his chin open: "As a soldier, I am committed to obeying orders. This has never wavered."

"Appease the soldiers' emotions. After all, we only ruined one Bellevue. There will not be too many similar things. His Majesty is also kind. There is no doubt about this!" Wall said with a nod.

"Of course! Any choice made by His Majesty the Emperor is correct! If His Majesty the Emperor orders, I will not question it and implement it resolutely!" The commander of the 1st Armored Division replied immediately.

Walter picked up a picture of refugees from the table: "Minister Diens calls, let us choose some pictures that are close to the people and send them back for publicity."

"In any case, the immediate disaster was caused by the sudden disappearance of the chief consul of the Holy Demon Empire. Their suffering was also due to the unfavorable rescue and had nothing to do with our attack! Understand?" Walter scrambled to receive the refugees The photo of Ailan Hill's food was pushed to the commander of the 1st Armored Division.

The commander picked up the photo from the table, looked at the thin faces on it, nodded and replied: "Understood! I will order the war reporters to take some photos again to ensure that Minister Deans is satisfied."

"We are saviors and are here to help everyone out of suffering." Walter concluded: "War is suffering. We are here to end this war forever!"

"Yes!" The commander of the 1st Armored Division stood tall and stood up to respond.

"Don't get me wrong! I'm not talking cold words! I'm emphasizing our attitude!" Walter stood up and walked under his hands: "I will give you more trucks, trucks full of food! A truck full of tents...don't let me down!"

"Oh, sir!" The commander of the 1st Armored Division stood up again and replied.

A truck stopped in a clearing, and a group of soldiers without guns swarmed up, opened the back of the truck, and began to unload the neatly stacked instant noodles and compressed biscuits.

"Hurry up! Hurry up! It's waiting over there!" A squad leader helped while urging his soldiers. Several soldiers from the Holy Demon Empire are also enthusiastically helping. Because they wear armor for a long time, they are in better physical condition and carry more.

"Why don't you let the 1st company help... Damn it!" a soldier piled a box of instant noodles on another, and complained while wiping his sweat.

"They are stationed on the high ground. We can cover it here. It is safe." A soldier panted and unloaded the compressed biscuit carton on his shoulder, and replied breathlessly.

They have been busy for a long time, and some soldiers from the 3rd company have already come to help, but there are still too many supplies and the civilians of the Holy Demon Empire who lack supplies. I heard that another camp also opened a food collection point, and it was the same hot scene over there.

"No one is making trouble, at least this is a good phenomenon." A soldier sitting on a box rested unscrewed the kettle on his waist, sipping the water inside, and said vaguely.

This is indeed a good phenomenon. Although many people look at Ailan Hill soldiers with hatred in their eyes, until now, there has not been any trouble-making Holy Demon Empire magician.

Most civilians were restrained, and many even said thank you after they got the food.

But most of the time, the atmosphere is dull and terrible. The soldiers of Ailan Hill here kept sending things, while the civilians of the Holy Demon Empire and the soldiers who surrendered there kept getting things.

No one spoke, just silently doing each other's own things. Several little girls were holding compressed biscuits, squatting by the side of a stream that was not clear, and drinking water like small animals.

"They need cups, bowls...equipment that can boil water..., soap, medicine, tents...quilts, and clothes." A recorder was recording the problems he found in a notebook, and the soldiers next to him were responsible for protecting his safety. Carrying weapons, he added with a sneer: "They still need cars and tanks. It's best to give them another atomic bomb and throw it at Seres, so that they can get revenge."

"You seem to hate magicians..." The recorder asked the soldiers next to him without looking up.

"When they attacked Tunsk, my sister happened to be on the street. This group of **** had too many treachery, so I think all of them should be destroyed together with Bellevue." The soldier replied coldly.

Not everyone is willing to sympathize with these holy demons empire refugees who have actually been miserable to the extreme. The hatred of mortals is actually quite a bit more than the hatred of magicians.

Everyone has blood and deep revenge, but the people who are now capable of revenge are mortals who have been oppressed, exploited and persecuted. If the roles are reversed, there will be magicians who sympathize with mortals. Didn't the mortals of the past rely on the sympathy and compassion of others to survive until today?

"Oh... I hope we can finally stop repeating the previous history." The recorder raised his head, patted the soldier's shoulder comfortably, and continued to lower his head and wrote: "Cleaning equipment...and doctors, many doctors. ."

On a ventilated, huge field tent in the distance, the red cross looks very eye-catching.

Inside the tent, a middle-aged man with a red cross armband wrapped around his arm was examining a wound on a woman's arm: "It's infected, it's no longer possible, mark this, amputate it."

"Doctor..." the woman said desperately, her voice hoarse to make people sound uncomfortable: "My arm?"

"Can't keep it." The doctor handed a simple diagnosis and treatment plan to a soldier next to him: "Take her to the infection ward! You have to wear a mask! Arrange to be sawed off tomorrow!"

Most of the people he saw this morning had serious infections, and many needed amputations. If the medicine is sufficient, many people's arms may be saved.

Regrettably, he does not have so many drugs in his hands. Although the troops have urgently allocated some medicines, but because the war is far from over, most of the road transport capacity must be ensured to transport the troops to supply ammunition.

The capacity squeezed out in this way naturally does not support the reconstruction of Bellevue, but in order to make a superficial effort, a lot of precious capacity has been wasted.

For example, in several areas of Bellevue’s ruins, reconstruction work has begun. This is a face-saving project that is clearly shown to reporters and others: excavators are working hard, and many heavy machinery and trucks are entering. In and out, it's so lively.

But this kind of action is to squeeze the capacity, including the fuel of the vehicles, and the road transportation capacity squeezed by the equipment itself.

For another example, in a few model refugee camps, the hot water carts for bathing have been equipped, and the dining carts are already in place. Some good-looking tents have also been set up. But there is still not much food or medicine in these places.

Because of this kind of image project, the items that are really needed are still in short supply. Although after Ailan Hill took over, the refugees around Bellevue saw hope and were indeed much better than before, but their suffering was far from end.

A war correspondent was facing the camera, interviewing a local refugee. The other party was obviously selected, looking calm and polite: "There is a local with a better attitude standing next to me. He made some requests to us, including food and water, and more tents..."

"Thanks to the Allanhill government, thanks to the great Emperor Allanhill... he saved us, yes, I think we should all be grateful for Allanhill's help." Some shy men faced the camera, The true feelings are revealed in tears.

"The reconstruction of Bellevue, which was destroyed by the war, has begun locally! We will work hard to rebuild this once glorious magical city... Ailan Hill National Television, reporter Alyssa will report for you from the front line... "The female reporter was dignified and generous, making her final statement.