"Captain, what should I do now? They must have wanted to rush over this time. There are so many people who are not prepared on the border and are all rushed over by them. The superiors must have scolded us again."

Since the Battle of Elena, Ankenry has increasingly strengthened the control of the border. As more and more serfs crossing the border to Elena, this control has become increasingly severe, and the implementers of the control have also changed from local police to army. Although the army that undertakes this task can reduce the number of people who successfully cross the border through stronger measures, it cannot be completely stopped. Once too many people cross the border, the commander responsible for the corresponding border will be punished. Kaskaf's concern arises from this. He followed Boseman and followed the serfs slowly, and was already anxious. Now, as time passed by little, Boseman was not anxious at all. He had no choice but to remind him again.

"It's okay, don't worry."

Seeing that the border line was getting closer and closer, Boseman was still calm, Dan Kaskaf was a little puzzled. According to the normal defense force, if these more than 600 people were rushing across the border in groups, they could at least four or five hundred people. So many people were enough to get Boseman's captain's hat off.

"Okay, don't panic, I'm ready."

Seeing that Kaskaf was still worried, Boseman comforted him with some satisfaction. Although his words were not long, he revealed a very important message. Kaskaf reacted as soon as he heard it.

"Captain, did you know they were going to run?"

Boseman laughed and stopped answering. They walked forward for a while and heard the gunshots coming from the front. It was the sound of the glory rifle, which Kascalf was familiar with.

The gunshots were very dense, and they stopped after a while. Kaskaf had already roughly known the plan of his regiment commander at this time. Those serfs froze to death and would definitely not escape the blame. If they let go, they were unhappy, so they gave them a chance to escape, and then shot them with pre-arranged soldiers on the way to escape. Because of the preparations in advance, the weapons must have been pressurized and warmed up. In addition, the sergeant fired, the more than 600 people could run over dozens of people, even if they were lucky.

"Look, what am I talking about?"

Boseman waited for the gunfire and continued to move forward with Dan Kaskaf. He arrived at the border soon. Here, the road covered with snow was artificially divided into two parts. On this side of Ankenry, Boseman's regiment was defending, digging trenches and making sandbag chest walls. Those who wanted to go to Elena could only walk around the two chest walls, crossing the middle of dozens of meters to enter Elena. In the past, there were not many people entering and leaving Elena through this road, and only one hundred people were responsible for guarding this intersection. But today, more than three hundred soldiers with neatly equipped were standing on the inside of the chest wall, standing in line.

On the ground in front of these soldiers, corpses were lying everywhere, mostly ragged and bony, and they were serfs who had escaped for a long time. During the day, they watched Boseman kill the serfs who intended to escape. At night, they died on the border close to Elena. Kaskaf's eyes swept over the corpses one by one, and then turned to look at the commander.

"Captain, you are so powerful! This move is really wise!"

"Haha, that's natural," Boseman knew that Kaskaf would say this, "In this way, they were beaten to death for trying to force cross the border, which has nothing to do with me. I just performed my job duties normally. Not only will the superiors not criticize me, but they may also give me a medal for meritorious efforts to guard the border. What do you think?"

"That's natural. You are wise and powerful. This time, Commander Ansel Ham will definitely praise you. Maybe you can still be favored by the Legion Commander!"

"Haha, that's far away," Boseman smiled and waved his hand. "These scums are just not worry-free. If you don't kill like this, you're fucking disobedient. I'll tell you, if you kill like this a few times, they will definitely not dare to run away like this."

"That's right, who would be unable to live with his life?" Kaskaf nodded, met with Boseman and the soldiers of the Second Battalion, counted the corpses on the ground, and emphasized the principle of guarding the border with the soldiers on the border before leaving. Behind them, nearly 600 corpses were being dragged away by the soldiers and abandoned in the cold wilderness. These serfs who worked hard and worked hard to escape their former hell, but eventually died in the wilderness. The Elena they longed for seemed only a short distance from them before they died.

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Shortly after Boseman and Kaskaf left, the soldiers of the Second Battalion who had shot and killed the fleeing serfs disbanded and retreated to the camp, a few figures moved gently in the wilderness not far from the border checkpoint.

"They are all dead..."

A man crawled forward on the snow, his voice trembling slightly. Behind him, four figures followed him, moved to a small mound of soil with him, and then sat up. He began to rub his hands desperately and exclaimed.

"Old White is dead, frozen to death."

Among the five people, one of the younger voices sounded with a tremolo. His name was Elgot, and he was the youngest among the people in this group.

"Old White is old, so it's good to be able to run here..." Leader Gerald Warren answered a half-word and sighed a few more times, "If you don't think of some solutions, we will freeze to death!"

"These dead dogs of the emperor just want to freeze us to death! There is no house in that bullpen and we even stripped our clothes. He just wants us to die! Even if we don't run away, we will be frozen to death there, and there is no way out!"

This time he spoke with a sluggish uncle named Chavez Warren. His face was ashen and his lips were pale, and he looked very cold. While he was talking, he rubbed his palms, soles of his feet and calves, trying to give himself more warmth.

"It's good to be able to run out, don't... don't think too much...", the short middle-aged man continued, "We have to find pyroxene, the faster the better. This weather will be colder at night. There is no other way, we will definitely be frozen to death."

"Sarey is right. We escaped together and went through a lot of hardships to escape here. We were about to enter Alena, so we couldn't die here. Let's leave here first. This place is too close to the border and will be easily discovered."

The leader Gerald took the words of the short Saray, squatted on the ground and looked around, trying to find a hidden path. His four companions calmed down and began to look for the route.

"How is it there?"

A somewhat weak female voice sounded in silence, which was the only woman in this small team, Claire Warren. Her father had died in his previous escape and handed her over to Gerald to take care of her. Along the way, several serfs were also very concerned about her, and she survived several disasters and lived to this day.

Several serfs looked in the direction of Claire's finger and found that there were still several snow piles there, which might be the wheat straw piled up after harvest by local farmers. After a few discussions, they ran over the snow one by one, and along these sparse shelters, gradually moving away from the road and the border checkpoint that had just shot hundreds of people.

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"Company Commander, why don't we go to save them! They are all our brothers, and they are the same people as us! Moreover, they are running towards us, not just to seek refuge with us! You can bear to watch them slaughtered?!"

On the other side of the road checkpoint, the impact of Boseman's operation was still fermenting. The soldiers of the Fifth Company of the 1st Regiment of the 6th Division of the 1st Division of the 1st Division of the 1st Division of the 1st Division of the 1st Division of the 1st Division of the 1st Corps of the Eilena Workers and Peasants Revolutionary Army had just witnessed hundreds of serf brothers being killed in person, but they were powerless. At that time, some impulsive soldiers wanted to pull out their guns to help, but were held down by the company's instructor and company commander. Now, the serfs are dead, but dissatisfied, suspicious and angry emotions are growing in this small company.

"Soldiers, soldiers, listen to me!"

The company commander of the Fifth Company, Lanny Warren, was a veteran who participated in the Battle of Elena. He and instructor Hal Warren were old acquaintances and had fought in the same company in the production brigade. After the Battle of Elena, the army reformed, and veterans like them were enriched in large quantities of grassroots command posts of the New Workers' and Peasants' Revolutionary Army to build the command skeleton of the new army. This time, it was also the common idea of ​​him and instructor Hal Warren to prevent everyone from rushing to save people.

"Then you say! Chairman Gastens has said that the serfs in the world are family. Let's talk about how you still remain indifferent when you see your family being killed?!"

The soldiers were obviously excited. Almost all of these soldiers joined the army after the Battle of Elena. Some of them came from the original First Militia Division and the Second Militia Division, and more from the new serfs in the Elena Plain and the former Enspan Province. From class and standpoint, they naturally sympathized with the serfs who tried to escape, but lacked direct understanding of the cruelty of the war. They could not recognize the risk of provoking border conflicts at this time, but only saw the dead brothers. Therefore, they were excited and asked for explanation. In their thoughts, there was a man closest to the Great Magician behind them, who killed the reactionary forces on the other side and saved the serf brothers. What's the big deal?

"Brothers, brothers, listen to me." Although we know that this ideological work is difficult, Lanny knows his responsibilities. "Just just now, you also saw that there were at least one battalion enemies on the opposite side. They set up their teams early, obviously knowing that those serfs would run here. Let's not talk about why they set up traps to kill those serfs. We just say, how can we fight against the enemy with a battalion with a strong guard against the enemy? Even if we have equipped a few thunders, we have a few thunders.

The first type of Ming, but aren't most of the weapons in our hands still the same glory rifle as the opposite side? The number of people is not superior, the weapons are not occupied, and the enemy has fortification defense. We have been teaching you tactical classes for a while. Tell me, if we rushed over just now, can we win? If we can't win, it doesn't matter if we can't save people. What should we do if our gates are lost? What if the enemy takes the opportunity to rush in from this gate and attack us? Who will bear this responsibility then? Who can bear this responsibility?"

"They dare not come..."

Some of the soldiers whispered, but they also lacked confidence. Lanny Warren took the opportunity to take the sentence.

"They dare not. But even if they dare not, if there are enemy spies and spies rush in at this time and we don't control them, isn't it our dereliction of duty? Don't you say there are no spies and spies? Recently, we have arrested more than a dozen of them at this gate. Chairman Gastens also specifically emphasized that you should be careful of enemy spies and spies, and don't tell me that you have forgotten them!"

This time, no one of the soldiers talked back. Everyone still had anger on their faces, but they thought a little more. They looked at Lanni and Hal who were surrounded by the middle, and after holding it in for a long time, they said a few words.

"Even so, we can shoot and deter them, right?"

"Yes, if we fire a few shots, they won't dare to kill anyone, right?"

"It's good to shout a few words..."

"You can't watch them die, right?"

"Brothers", Lanny waved his hand to calm everyone down, "It is definitely useless to shoot and shout, and I dare not say it. But the enemy is obviously prepared. Today they transferred a battalion, obviously for these serfs. Do you think we can shoot and shoot and can be useful? If I want to say, I think these actions are of little use, and they cannot save the serf brothers on the opposite side."

"What should I do? Just watch them kill people? They kill people on the border every night. How many people have died these days? Comrades are talking about this matter, and the serf brothers who escaped have mentioned this matter many times. We always have some solutions, right?"

"I know this," Lanny Warren nodded. "The above already knows this. Although we do not have the conditions to go to war with each other again, the Council will definitely have a solution. Those serfs who died on the border are your brothers and our brothers. I think the above will never watch them die."

"Yes, we can guarantee that Lanni and I have both fought soldiers with the Chairman, and we have also seen the Lord****, who are also serfs, just like us, and he will definitely have a way!"
Chapter completed!