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Chapter 1418 Fuck Him!
A moment later, another voice rang out.
"It's been two years." The speaker was Chief of Staff Wu Wenshan.
He had remained silent, head bowed, staring blankly at the table, his expression utterly blank. But now, when he looked up, everyone saw what was in his eyes—
It was something more terrifying than anger; it was a profound and utter desolation that came after recognizing reality.
"It's been two years," Wu Wenshan repeated softly, as if talking to himself.
"The apocalypse broke out, communications were cut off, and order collapsed. We were in these mountains, with our remaining troops, finding our own food, clothing, and ammunition. There was no support, no supplies, and no one cared whether we lived or died."
He paused, then a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, a smile more painful than tears.
"After communications were restored, we immediately reported to the First Military Region and to Hanoi."
But there was nothing there...
Wu Wenshan's voice was still very soft, but every word was like a dull knife, slowly cutting into everyone's heart.
"Forget ammunition and food, they didn't even send a decent telegram of condolence. In their eyes, we were ultimately 'illegitimate' outcasts..."
He spoke the words "illegitimately obtained position" very slowly and with great emphasis.
These four words represent the deepest wound in the hearts of every high-ranking officer of the 2nd Division present.
When the apocalypse broke out, the original commander, political commissar, and chief of staff of the 2nd Division all perished in the chaos.
It was Nguyen Van Hung who, with his remaining troops, rallied the forces in dire straits, restored their organization, and held the border, pulling the army back from the brink of death.
But when communications were restored, and the new commander of the First Military Region took office, what they received was not recognition or commendation, but a harshly worded letter of inquiry—
"Is it legal to reorganize troops without the approval of the Central Committee and without the appointment of officers by the 1st Military Region, and to appoint many officers who are not in their original positions? Are there any disloyal intentions involved?"
From then on, the 2nd Division became an anomaly in the 1st Military Region.
Nominally, they were still under the command of the First Military Region, but in reality, they received no supplies, no support, and no one cared about their lives.
It's been two years.
For two years, they barely managed to sustain over three thousand people, along with a large group of survivors, by relying on supplies they captured, scavenged, and scavenged from the dead...
When food was insufficient, they would go up the mountain to dig for wild vegetables and hunt wild game; when ammunition was insufficient, they would use it sparingly and avoid fighting whenever possible; when medicine was insufficient, they would helplessly watch as soldiers died from illness or infected wounds.
In two years, they did not ask the central government for anything.
Because they know that reaching out is useless.
But this time, it's different.
This time, it wasn't a request for aid, supplies, or even a request for their withdrawal.
This time, I am simply reporting a fact, a fact that concerns their life and death, a fact that cannot be delayed.
And then, what did they get?
"False reporting of military intelligence, exaggeration of enemy situation, and undermining of morale will not be investigated due to the difficult circumstances of the end times. Continue to hold the position and do not retreat a single step. Any recurrence will be severely punished."
Wu Wenshan repeated the words from the telegram, word by word.
Then he smiled.
The laughter was soft and dry, as if squeezed from the depths of the throat, carrying an indescribable despair.
“We even submitted a verification application, but they wouldn’t even send someone to take a look. They just gave us this reprimand, telling us to keep guarding and not to back down an inch.”
He looked at Nguyen Van Hung.
"Commander, do you think they believe that we three thousand-plus people are made of iron? That we won't go hungry, get sick, or die? Or is it that..."
He paused, then lowered his voice.
"Or do they think we're already dead?"
After he finished speaking, the conference room fell into a deathly silence.
In that deathly silence, there was no anger, no resistance, not even the desolation from before.
There is only one kind of... resignation, a complete resignation after being abandoned.
It turns out they had been abandoned long ago.
For two years, they still thought they were the 2nd Division of the Vietnamese army, a unit that guarded the border and fought tough battles.
But in the eyes of those in Hanoi, they were just a group of "illegitimate" outcasts, a group of pawns that could be discarded at any time, a defensive line built of flesh and blood, just to drag things out day by day.
What loyalty, what ability, what "I believe you can guard the nation's borders"—
That's all bullshit.
Snapped!
A crisp sound broke the silence once again.
This time, it wasn't a teacup, but a fist.
Regimental Commander Ruan Wenjin, a taciturn veteran who had risen through the ranks from the bottom, suddenly stood up and slammed his fist against the wall.
The wall was an uneven rock face, damp and slippery due to water seepage over the years.
He punched it, and his knuckles immediately tore open, blood flowing down the rock wall and mixing with the seeping groundwater, forming a thin red stream.
But he seemed not to feel any pain.
He just stood there, his back to everyone, his shoulders heaving violently.
After a long while, he turned around.
That dark, wrinkled face held only one expression at that moment—
A kind of ruthless determination born from being driven to the brink of despair, a willingness to risk everything.
"Commander, why don't we rebel against them?!"
Upon hearing this, everyone present fell silent!
Ruan Wenjin's words were like a scorching bullet, instantly piercing the deathly silence in the conference room.
However, he was stunned as soon as he finished speaking.
The fierce, reckless look that had been on that dark face vanished as quickly as the tide receded, replaced by an indescribable complexity.
There was regret, fear, a vague sense of relief, and... a kind of unease, as if awaiting judgment.
Cold sweat seeped from his forehead and slid down his cheeks.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, wanting to take back what he said, but his throat felt like it was blocked by something, and he couldn't make a sound.
Because he knew that those words couldn't be taken back.
"To hell with them"—these four words are the most serious crime in the army of any country.
Especially in the apocalypse, when the central authority has not yet completely collapsed and various forces are eager to make their moves, this sentence was enough to get him killed on the spot and enough to completely erase Nguyen Van Tien's name from the ranks of the 2nd Division.
He stood there, motionless, like a statue.
Blood was still flowing from his fist, dripping onto the ground with a soft pattering sound.
The voice was exceptionally clear in the deathly silent conference room.
No one speaks.
All eyes were on him, then quickly shifted to Division Commander Nguyen Van Hung.
Nguyen Van Hung sat in the head seat, maintaining that posture without moving.
His face was expressionless; there was no anger, no shock, and not even any emotion.
There was only silence.
That silence was more suffocating than any rebuke.
"Commander, I..."
When Nguyen Van Tien spoke, his voice was hoarse and trembling noticeably.
He wanted to say, "Commander, I acted on impulse, that's not what I meant, I..."
But before he could finish speaking, another voice rang out.
"Wenjin is right!"
As soon as the words were spoken, everyone was stunned, simply because the speaker was someone they had never expected.