Alien Arms Empire

Chapter 805 Greetings from Winter 805

Improve the quality of the people so that they can better serve the state apparatus, the country becomes more prosperous, and then gain more benefits, and feed back education to improve the quality of the people... All this is a closed loop that complements each other.

At this point in time, the role of Tang Mo's "humanoid self-propelled plotter" is becoming more and more "inspiration".He no longer goes to the front line to participate in the work by himself, and is only responsible for making correct decisions at critical moments.

Today's Datang Empire has the most comprehensive and powerful scientific research team in the world. Backed by the Tang Empire, it is invincible in the field of technology research and development.

The most cutting-edge technology in the world is concentrated in Tang country. There is no doubt about it. Other countries do not even have the qualifications to initiate a challenge.

There are only two kinds of technological achievements in the whole world: the technology Tang Guo uses himself, and the technology Tang Guo is willing to sell to other countries...

The world's top talents gather in Chang'an, Tongcheng, Linshui and Longgang.They come from all corners of the country and are the smartest people in the world.

They are here day and night to scrutinize the technology that the outside world has never heard of, and then try their best to realize it.

There are Tang people here, there are Sussians and Lions people, there are Dornish people and dwarf elves, and even a few Chinese have come here recently.

Tang Mo didn't even have to worry about the loyalty of these scientists, because no one was willing to leave, and they had seen a higher level of scenery in the Great Tang Empire.

Of course, no one would open and check these things at the scene. The old woman was holding these things, and tears could not stop flowing down.

It was an old woman who opened the door. She also looked very nervous. After seeing the officer standing at the door, she was obviously taken aback.

This kind of thing happened in every corner of Tang country. After all, many people in Tang country were killed in this war.

But in fact, some of these soldiers died in the wet corners of the trenches, and some were shot by snipers by the campfire. They were humble and innocent, and many of them had nothing to do with bravery and fearlessness.

War is so cruel to life, so everyone pursues victory, because victory is the best consolation for all tragedies, all wounds, and all pains.

In fact, she was illiterate. She used to be from Northern Qi, but later she became from Tang Dynasty and lived a good life.She had three sons, one was killed by the mirage people who occupied Beiyuan City, the other died in Fengjiang, leaving only one youngest son who is now working on the railway.

The same is true for the state of Chu. 10,000+ troops surrendered, and they were all disarmed in the end, and sent back to fend for themselves.

This is a standard set of rhetoric, which is a bit pathetic.Every soldier who died was sacrificed for the greatest victory in the key battle. It seems that everyone's death is so meaningful.

But in the end, she stretched out her hand again, took the piece of paper, and saw the lines of text on it.

Inside the envelope were two banknotes of one hundred gold coins. Ordinary civilians might never see coins of this denomination in their entire lives.The Tang State issued similar pensions to every soldier who died in battle, and in the future, 50 silver coins will be issued every month as living expenses for the family members.

900 kilometers of roads have been destroyed and damaged to varying degrees, 700 kilometers of railways have been damaged and need to be repaired, and there are countless material losses.

"Oh... oh." Hearing the reminder, the old woman stretched out her hand subconsciously, but when she touched the piece of paper, she couldn't help shrinking, as if the piece of paper was a red-hot soldering iron .

The old woman couldn't quite hear what was said later, and what she feared most happened. One of her two sons would never return to her side.

The officer standing there adjusted his breathing, took a document from the adjutant behind him, and handed it to the old woman standing at the door: "Your son is very brave on the battlefield, thank you for his contribution to the empire." contribution. Unfortunately, he died in the Battle of Toyoe..."

That is the last brilliance of a person left in this world. Everything about him during his lifetime, his courage, are all written on this white paper.

Soldiers screaming in fright may die under a shell that falls unexpectedly, and brave veterans may be buried alive by falling ruins.

At least one-third of these troops are not the kind of cannon fodder temporarily recruited, but the elite of the Great China Empire in the true sense.

"You... Yes, what's the matter?" The old woman asked as if she had guessed something, keeping as calm as possible.

If it is a real battle-hardened warrior, under normal circumstances, he will have a higher level of the White Blade Medal. If he has won the second-class White Blade Medal during his lifetime, he will be promoted to the first-class White Blade Medal after his death.Therefore, simply from the level of the medal, we can see the general performance of the soldiers when they sacrificed.

Rusty tank wreckage can be seen everywhere in the war zone, most of which are Type 1 and Type 2 tanks of the Dahua Empire.

"He, he didn't cause you any trouble..." The old lady looked at the officer standing there, held back for a long time, and finally asked a word.

Inside the box is a third-class White Blade Medal, which is an honor that every soldier who died in battle will have: This also shows that the fallen soldier really did not have any extraordinary performance, and there is only a third-class White Blade Medal after his death.

Only she knows her current pain, no one can comfort, no one can understand.She really wants to see her little son now, because that is the only thing she misses.

The fuselages of many planes have been broken, and the canvas skins on the wings have been damaged and have holes. The wind passed by the wreckage of these planes, blowing out waves of unpleasant whimpers.

"It's okay, it's okay, ma'am...we understand." The officer came here to express his condolences, so he naturally didn't mind.

Now most of them have entered the factory, have a good job, and their monthly income is more than double that of the past.

Even if some of these people want to go back to China or leave, they will soon find that people in other regions can’t even understand what he said—no one wants to talk to a group of engineers who study steam engines. Research particle colliders.

In a war, it is very common for a person to die, but for the family of the deceased, such bad news is as devastating as a landslide and tsunami.

Outside the door of a brand-new residence in Beiyuan City, an officer tidied up his military uniform, carefully arranged the White Blade Medal on his chest, and then knocked nervously on the door in front of him.

"Ma'am." In the end, the officer opened his dry lips and called out softly, reminding her to take the "honor" paper.

In the field airports everywhere, damaged planes abound. These biplane, outdated planes have been discarded on the battlefield, eroded by time, and look in a mess.

Below is a set of military uniform, which is a set of infantry dress, and above it is a military cap with a large brim, with the dragon emblem of the empire embroidered in the center.

Almost mechanically, the old woman reached for the suit, and she saw the box under the hat, and the envelope under the box.

The officer who heard this sentence was startled, and then immediately replied: "No, he was very brave and made outstanding contributions to this victory."

The pain caused by the war is gradually being healed by time, and the impact of the war is still subtly changing the world.

"That's good...that's good." The old woman leaned against the door frame, as if she had no strength, and nodded in a daze.

They all surrendered together with Qian Jinhang, and now these people are atoning for their mistakes and reforming through labor in Tang Dynasty.

On the contrary, he also has the duty to comfort the families of the soldiers who died, and help these families solve some practical problems within their capabilities.

In the trenches that can be seen everywhere, you can see dense bones, helmets with bullet holes, helmets that have changed shapes, and broken and damaged helmets are discarded in the corners, with empty ammunition boxes next to each other.

Needless to say, the losses of the Dahua Empire and the Chu State, the number of the Dahua army that surrendered alone was as many as 100 million.

"This is a pension given to your son by the country. I hope you can mourn and resign." The officer once again took something from his deputy, and handed it to the dazed old woman again.

The officer on the opposite side held the piece of paper in both hands, but did not speak.He's used to it all because he's delivered obituaries like this to several families today.

While sobbing, she explained embarrassingly: "I'm sorry! I, I'm really sad..."

In addition, the war also destroyed the homes of at least 300 million people. Both Fengjiang City and Xicong City were turned into ruins. More than 100 million people were homeless, and more than 100 million people had no houses to keep out the cold in winter.

For this, Tang Mo provided a pension of at least 1000 million gold coins, and will provide another sum of money every month in the future to subsidize the living expenses of the families of these sacrificed soldiers.

She didn't reach out to take the obituary, because her hand was so tight that she couldn't lift it no matter how hard she tried.

The children in the nearby villages were looking for bullet casings of various calibers next to the smelly corpses, because such things could be exchanged for money in both the Dahua Empire and the Datang Empire.

They frolicked next to discarded 76mm anti-aircraft guns and bounced on the wreckage of cars without wheels or engines.

It was as if the war had completely gone away.Their laughter echoed across the fields, their carefree innocence.

Soon, a child screamed, because a white snowflake fell on the tip of his nose, and the bone-piercing coldness brought winter greetings.

(End of this chapter)