Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don't Call Me A Demon!
/ Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don't Call Me a Demon! Chapter 529
Chapter 529: Chapter 339: Start the Battle_2 Chapter 529: Chapter 339: Start the Battle_2 Members of the Eight Nation Group, such as Temasek, Luzon, Jawa, Johor, and Japan, also increased the number of troops stationed within Siam.
Feeling the pressure from the Jieke Group, the Siamese government proactively began an economic restructuring, continuously planning manpower, increasing military production quotas, reorganizing industrial and product structures, implementing industrial conversion, expanding military production, and enlarging national material reserves.
In the border city adjacent to Chan Country, many Siamese people were greatly uncomfortable.
Their peaceful and free lives had suddenly shifted to a restricted state of war where they had to comply with curfews, travel restrictions, communication restrictions, and even restrictions on electricity and lighting imposed by the Siamese government, causing immense psychological stress and panic.
This panic spread, causing severe economic turbulence, a massive flight of capital, a stock market crash, a spike in gold prices, and people hoarding supplies crazily.
Especially those major businessmen, each hurried to flee Siam.
The signs of war always appear first in less apparent places.
Long before rivers of blood and fields of bones, before the booming sound of cannons and waving flags, before the impassioned speeches of prominent figures and the frantic fleeing of the common people, the signs of war had already appeared.
And these wealthy merchants were the shrewdest and most fearful of death.
Feeling the imminent war, naturally, they would not stay here.
Having enough capital, they could live luxuriously in any country and would never stay to suffer with their homeland.
As the economic turmoil grew, some financially affected citizens began to reminisce about the good times during peace and actively called for peace and negotiations.
But even more people, swept up in this public sentiment, furiously demanded war to vent the anger in their hearts.
At this point, Pupeng realized that the war had reached a stage where it had become inevitable.
The enormous public opinion and contradictions within Siam were like a powder keg, and under the vigorous propaganda of Pupeng and the Beautiful Country, he raised the banner of justice, tying national pride and personal revenge together.
If he did not start a war to divert these conflicts, a king who dared not avenge his father would first be overthrown by the people of his own country.
Thus, on December 24th, Christmas Eve, a small Siamese squad crossed the border and engaged in a firefight.
Although there had been minor armed conflicts at the border before, both sides had restrained themselves from firing.
But this time was different, no one knew who fired the first shot, but both sides used firearms, resulting in casualties of several people on each side.
The Jieke Group was waiting for this opportunity, and Siam also wanted this chance.
This conflict quickly became the spark for war.
Since the embassies had already been withdrawn, both parties had issued war declarations and declared war on each other.
The war broke out on December 25th.
That day was precisely Western Christmas.
The armies, which had been engaged in exercises at the border, quickly switched their ammunition from training rounds to real bullets that could kill, turning the drills into a real battle.
The thunder of cannons boomed, and the skies were lit up with flames at the border.
The first to fire were the artillery deployed by both sides, firing at predetermined positions, while warplanes took off from rear airfields, soaring and dropping bombs.
Both sides focused on long-range firepower, and the trenches and air raid shelters that had been dug during the exercises were not just for show; everyone was playing “whac-mole.”
Although the quality of Siamese troops was poor, with the advanced equipment sold by the Beautiful Country, they managed to withstand the carnage without collapsing, fiercely contesting the forces from the Jieke Group.
However, the real trump cards of the Jieke Group were not just these artillery and warplanes.
In Mande City's First-Class Underground Base, a large military base located underground, the new types of weapons of the Jieke Group were tested and modified.
This base, connected by underground tunnels to several underground armament factories, could accommodate trains and vehicles, ensuring concealment and security to prevent damage during the war.
At this moment, Su Jie, watching a row of large objects being loaded onto vehicles, waved indifferently, “Let's go.”
The objects covered by tarpaulins would be the real protagonists of this war.
“Yes, Commander Su, I will definitely bring you victory,” replied a subordinate.
An officer saluted and then turned to leave.
He was off to engage in real combat, becoming the sharp spear of the Jieke Group thrusting into the heart of Siam, penetrating deep into the essence of enemy territory.
Night!
In the Siam Sangka Military Camp, a group of people gathered together making tea and grilling food.
The camp was located some distance from the border's rear. Although there had been skirmishes at the front lines that day, many soldiers felt that their side was still safe and that it wouldn't be their turn to enter the fray anytime soon.
“Ah, it's gotten so cold tonight, hey, Siwaven, you bastard, what are you spacing out for? Haven't you seen us freezing here? Hurry up and fetch some clothes.”
An old soldier with a cigarette in his mouth glared over, causing Siwaven, who was making tea for them, to shudder and hastily stand up.
But he moved too abruptly and tripped over the teapot, spilling the boiling tea inside, some of which splashed onto his pant leg, scalding him and making him jump up and down.
“Idiot, look what you've done.”
A loud slap resounded as Siwaven was smacked several times, his cheeks immediately swelling up, followed by him being kicked to the ground.
Several old soldiers surrounded Siwaven, punching and kicking the new recruit.
Siwaven curled up into a ball, staying silent without saying a word.
As a newly enlisted soldier, he had been subjected to this kind of bullying for more than a day or two.
When he had first enlisted, he had resisted stubbornly, but all it had brought him was even more severe bullying.
In Siam, the military was rife with bullying, with old soldiers dominating new recruits, not just psychologically, but also through physical torture.
And this phenomenon, long-standing in Siam, was tacitly endorsed by the military's management layers rather than stopped.
Because the higher-ups in the military were busy engaging in corruption, it was fortunate if even one-third of the military appropriations made it to the soldiers. Meals were meager on a daily basis, mostly consisting of cheap vegetables, with meat being rare.
In such circumstances, it was evident what state the Siamese military was in, this culture of bullying having become ingrained.
Siwaven had enlisted during a massive expansion of the Siamese military, which grew by three hundred thousand troops. Unfortunately for him, he was selected during the draft and had no choice but to enlist and enter the miserable military life.
Currently stationed here was the Second Infantry Regiment under the 9th Infantry Division of the Siamese Army, totaling three thousand two hundred personnel, many of whom were new recruits. They often suffered humiliation by older soldiers and dared not complain. Siwaven was just one example of this.
“Get up, hold this steadily for me.”
An old soldier grabbed Siwaven by the hair and pulled him up, then grabbed the still scalding teapot and threw it into his hands.
Siwaven's facial muscles twitched, and he instinctively wanted to drop the teapot.
“If you dare drop it, you know what's coming to you.”
The old soldier slapped him, causing Siwaven to stagger while letting out a cold laugh.
“Yes!”
Siwaven clenched his teeth but had to endure the pain in his hands, continuously holding the bottom of the teapot, the contact between his palm and the scalding teapot causing severe pain that made him sweat and shiver.
“Ha ha!”
The nearby old soldiers noticed and burst into jeering laughter, these sounds full of mockery, clearly enjoying the superiority they felt from such humiliation.
While they were humiliating him, some disturbing noises came from afar, but those laughing and jeering didn't pay attention and missed this.
After about a dozen seconds, Siwaven couldn't take it anymore. He dropped the teapot, and then the old soldiers circled around and kicked him until he was dizzy.
But suddenly, the beating stopped.
In its place were explosions that started without warning, and the panicked voices of the old soldiers.
Siwaven, dazed, lifted his head and saw a slaughter unfolding before him.
Dozens of Steel Camp Soldiers, clad in Biological Armor and wielding three-meter-tall heavy fire Mechas, coupled with the strong bodies of Genetic Warriors, forcefully broke into the infantry regiment and began a massacre.
Chapter end
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