Shadow Empire

Chapter 759 Prohibition and Escape [666+14]
George lived and worked with the soldiers these days, and when necessary he could pick up the gun and pull the trigger a few times, which made the soldiers accept him very well.

He would conduct some interviews with the soldiers in the intervals between battles, with topics like "Do you think it makes sense for us to come here to fight Dantra for the Slade people?"

Most of the soldiers looked confused by his questions.

He particularly remembered an 18-year-old young man who had just graduated from high school. In response to a recruitment advertisement, he signed up for the army in order to pursue the path recommended to him by his idol, and was then sent to the front line.

He had no accurate idea about these problems. After feeling uneasy and fearful, he gradually became numb and then accepted it all.

He didn't know if there was any meaning, he just knew that if he wanted to survive, he had to move forward!
A very interesting young man, he can tell some very fashionable jokes, likes to smoke and drink, but he can't drink much.

Sometimes when he drinks too much he sings and dances by himself. In short, he is a very lively person.

Two days after I interviewed the young man, he was hit by a machine gun during a battle not far from George.

The bullet directly tore open his carotid artery, and no matter how hard he covered his mouth he couldn't stop the blood from gushing out.

In less than thirty seconds, he fell to the ground and left this world in convulsions.

It was not until that moment that George realized that if people saw too many dead people and that anyone could die at any time and anywhere, then they would no longer be afraid of death.

There is only numbness.

He did not feel fear, but just felt a little sorry that an eighteen-year-old young man left this beautiful world that he had not had the chance to experience.

He didn't even know until his death why he was here and why he participated in this war in this capacity.

The military's established plan was successfully completed with the efforts of 100,000 people. There were many casualties. New faces came to the company every few days. George also experienced what the driver said when he came.

For him, the only people who really died in the war were the new faces who disappeared into the company.

In the following period of time, both sides tacitly began to readjust the battlefield arrangements. Although tens of thousands of infantrymen came and there were no large mechanized troops, it still caused great trouble to the supply lines and the "rear".

The Dantra people began to retreat, and part of their troops were surrounded.

During this relatively peaceful time, George wrote a lot of notes and conducted interviews and reports. The more he wrote, the more curious he became.

Why would the Federation members participate in this war that has nothing directly to do with the Federation?
He doesn't understand.

When a person expresses his inability to understand a problem, his position has actually been determined.

I don’t know how much time had passed, but George finished writing his manuscript and sorted out the audio-visual materials.

After exchanging some views with Ian, he added some content and then went to the headquarters.

It would be easy for the front line to transmit news to the rear, just by radio, but he had a large number of manuscripts and audio-visual materials, which needed to be sent by mail.

He went to the headquarters with Ian and explained the situation.

There were some former colleagues here, and they were all surprised to see George and Ian return safely. Some of them came over and talked about what happened at the front line.

After a trip to the front lines, George is no longer the same as he used to be.

He did not go into too much detail. After all, he was planning to win the Golden Newspaper Award again with this news. He just talked about his most confusing question:

What is the significance of this war?
He was chatting with these people when the officer who had received him came out of the command center and said, "Mr. George, you can come in."

After saying goodbye to them, George followed the officer into the simple command center and came to a small room.

There was a table and three chairs inside. The officer did not sit down. Instead, he placed his thumbs and four other fingers on the table, forming a triangle-like structure.

"Mr. George, since you have been on the front line, in order to avoid any misunderstandings between us, I need to check the manuscripts and audio-visual materials you want to mail back. I hope you can cooperate."

The officer's request was nothing short of reasonable, and George had no way of refusing.

He took out some articles he had written, as well as the films and reels.

The officers carefully checked the articles and reports, while the others were checked out first.

After reading for about twenty minutes, the officer put down the report in his hand and shook his head. "Mr. George, there is a lot of information in it that is not allowed to be reported, so unfortunately, we can't help you mail these documents back to the Federation."

"And..." He shook his head and didn't go on.

He then checked the audio and video materials provided by George, which contained extremely cruel scenes that would make ordinary people feel uneasy.

Combined with the articles he wrote, once these things are leaked, they may cause social protests.

The officer packed everything up and put it into a larger brown paper bag.

George, who saw this, couldn't help but say, "Hey, what are you going to do?"

"That's my stuff, my personal belongings!"

He tried to grab the brown paper bag from the officer's hand, but the officer pushed him away. "Remain calm, Mr. George."

"Your reports and the footage you filmed are likely to cause some unpredictable social consequences, so these things will be in our hands for the time being."

"We will return the items to you once the Ministry of Defense has evaluated them and confirmed that they are 'harmless'."

"You can't take them away before that!" These things were carefully prepared for a long time, including George's own thoughts.

And when he was writing, he tried it with a particularly excited emotion and mood.

So his writing style was very bold, radical and fiery. He almost cursed Congress and the Presidential Palace directly in the manuscript.

Curse them for sending the young people of the Federation, the little suns that represent the future, to the battlefield to be extinguished by the icy water of war for their own selfish interests!

This was his thought at the time. He knew he should treat these materials more rationally, but he couldn't.

His emotions gave him a rare opportunity to challenge his work.

But if we ask him to rewrite it now, it would be hard for him to write it with such emotion that it can be read in one breath!

Once a person withdraws from a certain exciting emotion, his cognition will also change.

He tried to fight for it again, took a step forward, and stretched out his hand to snatch the brown paper bag from the officer's hand.

Unfortunately, he was not a professional soldier after all, although he had fired a gun in the mountains and might even have killed the enemy.

But he had not undergone any rigorous training, and his movements were too slow, so the officer easily avoided him.

The officer shouted, "Guards!"

The door of the room was immediately pushed open and three soldiers rushed into the room.

He took a few steps back, looked at George, whose emotions were gradually getting out of control, and said to the soldiers, "Calm him down. He is not allowed to leave this room until there are new orders!"

The officer picked up his wide-brimmed military cap from the table and left the room, taking his manuscript with him.

George tried to chase after them, but was roughly pushed away by two soldiers, "Stay there!"

"Don't let us misunderstand what you are going to do!" A sergeant pointed his weapon at him, his finger already on the safety switch.

Facing the black muzzle of the gun, George calmed down immediately. He slowly raised his hands and said, "Sorry."

Then he was locked in a small room. He didn't understand, but seemed to understand something.

Perhaps this is why only good news is reported in the country. They block people’s channels to know the truth and make people unable to think independently in the constant victory.

Sitting on the simple low bed, he rubbed his face with his hands. He must escape and let everyone know the truth!
At the headquarters, a major general shook his head after seeing the materials, then handed them to his adjutant and said, "...save them."

He originally wanted to say that they were destroyed, but then he thought that perhaps these things could be handed over to the Ministry of Defense.

The Ministry of National Defense is indeed good at handling these issues, and perhaps these materials can play a role in propaganda.

"What about people?"

"He's held in room number seven," the soldier replied.

The major general nodded with satisfaction, "Don't give him too many things to do, lest he continue to have wild thoughts."

After the soldiers left, the major general turned his attention to analyzing the current battle situation.

No one cared, and the soldiers didn't think a reporter could really do anything under their noses.

Five days later, Lance received a call.

"It's me..." Lance answered the phone. It turned out that he was supervising the filming of a movie in Valley City.

But something unfriendly happened and he had to come back first.

Someone else was sending wine to Likalai State, with the actual value of the goods being about 1.5 million.

Not long after entering Likale State, they were stopped by highway police. After a brief gunfight between the two sides, these trains quickly disappeared to the outskirts of Likale State.

There are a lot of dirt roads over there, and no one knows where they go.

This matter is more important than grape bricks, which only target low-end consumer groups.

One hundred low-end consumer groups are not as good as one high-end consumer group.

One hundred glasses of discounted beer only cost fifteen yuan, but a bottle of five-year-old Golden Lion whiskey costs as much as one thousand yuan at Lans!

The wines brought in this time are all mid- to high-end spirits, which will have a certain impact on the market of Lens high-end wines.

He didn't know whether this was the other party's test or whether this kind of trade had existed for some time.

He also wants to know who ordered the goods and who shipped them.

Just as he was talking to someone about this, George called.

"My name is George, and I need you to do me a favor...", his voice sounded anxious.

Lance frowned, "What do you need from me?"

(End of this chapter)