"What kind of rule is this? We're in our own barracks, so are our movements restricted?"
Raff ran up from behind. After all, he still had the rank of sergeant, so he felt somewhat confident when talking to these officers. Sambik was now just an ordinary soldier.
"This is the newly issued regulation. Return to your barracks immediately. If you cross the border, don't blame me for being ruthless. Inter-troop movement is now prohibited."
The officer put his hand on the hilt of his knife. If you dare to take a step forward, don't blame him for being rude. Sambik has seen a lot of similar things in the army in recent days. When facing refugees from their own country, they will definitely kill them with a sharp knife. This was unimaginable before.
But we can't care so much now. As mentioned above, severe punishments are needed in troubled times. These people are no longer our ordinary people because they don't obey our orders. So when dealing with them, we can only talk to them with a scimitar. Only then will these people listen to you. Otherwise, no matter how much you say, it will be useless.
In addition to being ruthless towards refugees, he is also like this towards our own people. Sambik and Laf are both soldiers in the army, but this young general does not consider their thoughts at all when speaking. Even if your acquaintances are on the opposite side, he will never let you pass. If you dare to cross this line, he will draw his sword without hesitation.
The army of the Arab Empire also paid attention to this in the past, but it was definitely not so strict. As long as it was not a war situation, whatever you wanted to do would be approved. But now there are not so many things. As long as you dare to violate the rules, you will be chopped off with a knife. As for whether there will be punishment in the future, no one cares so much now.
"Sombiklaf..."
When the two men were arguing with the young general, the man opposite had already heard their voices. He turned around and looked at them with a look of great joy on his face. Isn't this Uncle Arod?
Uncle Arod also came jogging all the way over, but when he was about to make contact, he was stopped by the guard officer on their side. They could only talk to each other from five meters away. The officers on both sides did not want to go too far. As long as these people did not cross the border line, they would just say a few words. After all, the army has been a bit impetuous these days, and incidents of insubordination often occur. They, as officers, do not want to be directly dealt with.
When there is no war, officials are just officials and their words are counted. But after the war, some things are completely different. If you want these people to listen to you, then you must have enough strength. If you don’t have enough strength, then you can only wait to be killed by these people.
When there is chaos on the battlefield, soldiers with conflicts with each other will resort to violence, especially when facing their own officers, who bully them a lot in normal times. Everyone is equal on the battlefield. In such a chaotic situation, even if you are killed with a knife, I am afraid not many people will see it.
Even if someone saw it, would they stand up and testify for you? You have to know that testifying would be tantamount to offending others. There's no way to verify on the battlefield, and offending someone could cost you your life. Killing one person on the battlefield is killing, killing two is killing. If he knew you were a snitch, then your head could be next. He dared to kill even a superior, let alone an ordinary soldier like you.
So at this time, we should restrict what can be restricted and turn a blind eye to what cannot be restricted. It would be too much of an offense to these people and it would not be good for anyone.
"Uncle Arod, why are you here? How old are you this year? Has the empire's conscription policy changed again?"
Raf said with some fear. There were no elderly people in his family. What he was afraid of was that he could see the changes on the front line from here. It turned out that the conscription policy was very strict, but it only targeted young and middle-aged people like them, not the middle-aged and elderly people. Uncle Arod was already over fifty years old and was considered old in the Arab Empire. If even he joined the army, how bad would the front line be?
Sambik also looked anxiously, wondering if his father had come too?
"I don't know what's going on, but everyone in our village has been captured and is now going to war. You two must be careful on the battlefield and don't do anything rash. Listen to me, be careful."
After Uncle Arod finished speaking, he was immediately taken away by their officers. "You still want to chat more? How is that possible? It's already quite difficult to let you say a few words. If you communicate too much, won't I be held responsible? The reason they separated you is because they don't want you to communicate too much."
Before Sambik could ask his question, a scimitar was already placed in front of the two of them. Either you go back and continue to bask in the sun, or we have to talk. I have asked you to say a few words just now, and now you are still standing here. The military court next door is not there to just sit there and do nothing.
"Go, go back."
Raf knew that there were still problems with Sambick, but at this moment he held Sambick tightly and could not let this guy continue to stand here. If he continued to stand here, many things would be difficult to deal with. After all, if a fight really broke out, it would not be of any benefit to anyone.
And Raff also realized that the guy next to him was really cruel. You can tell from his eyes that if you don't obey their demands, he might really pull out the knife in his hand, and then you will be dead.
"my father……"
By the time he returned to his original position, Sambik was already agitated. He felt deeply that his father had also been on the battlefield, but there was no definite news. He didn't understand why the empire had become like this. Even those old men had to go to the battlefield. Wasn't their sacrifice for the empire enough? Now you can ignore their merits and force them to fight in their twilight years. This is really too much. The old men in the family have all died on the battlefield. Is this acceptable?
"Don't let your imagination run wild. Uncle Modira is different from them. He has many good friends in the army and won't go to the battlefield..."
Raph could only use such weak words to comfort his friend.
