The evolution of human war lasted for thousands of years, from punches, sticks, stones, and stones to gradually develop to bronze dagger leather armor. Then, with the arrival of the steel age, people began to judge a country's military level by the exquisiteness of armor and the sharpness of swords.

Such cold weapons wars lasted for thousands of years until firearms began to become popular, and human wars began to rely heavily on long-range weapons.

It is worth mentioning that when wars are increasingly dependent on long-range weapons, and when the power of industry begins to scatter unscrupulously, the overall intensity of human wars is increasing, but the feeling given to every war participant is the opposite.

This is a very strange phenomenon. The intensity of the war is increasing. The death toll exceeded 50 million under the incomplete statistics of World War II alone. The intensity of such a war is unimaginable to the ancients.

However, for every soldier involved in the war, this modern war is far less cruel than the cold weapon combat of the Middle Ages.

You can imagine whether it is the headshot that you pull the trigger one or two hundred meters away and shoot it, which gives you a stronger sensory stimulation? Or is it more exciting to rush up with a kitchen knife and cut off the head alive?

The answer is obviously the latter. If you shoot and kill enemies from a distance, a farmer or a teenager can do this task with a little training. If you hold a kitchen knife and chop off the head, you will either be a lunatic or have to undergo this cruel hand-to-hand training.

Speaking of this, we have to mention Xiao Letian's past life. In that era when electronic games were rampant, war had long been virtualized and gamified. Sitting in front of the computer, a long-range missile would fly over the enemy's head and explode. Perhaps this explosion slaughtered hundreds of enemy troops and killed thousands of people by chance, but who would care?

The operator will not see the tragic situation caused by his own hands. He will go hand in hand with the people behind him with peace of mind, and then eat a piece of steak and drink a glass of beer to relax his nerves. Before going to bed, there may be time to pick up the game console and in the more illusory game world, he will hold a big sword and shield and slash and slash it wildly.

There is no bullshit moral condemnation, just because there is no blood on his hands.

But what is very strange is that even if human war technology is becoming more and more advanced and people's probability of face-to-face fighting is getting lower and lower, the armies of all countries have not given up on fighting training and hand-to-hand combat training. Why is this?

Now the sword drawing team under Xiao Letian gave a perfect answer. Long Ye and Ye Heita used their hand and blood to verify the iron-like facts, and once again verified the nature of war and killing.

"The sword draw team...slashes...should them to hell...slashes...smash their morale...slashes..."

With one slashing slogan after another, the forty-person sword drawing team gradually formed two rows in front and back, and pressed towards the Austrian army in a row in a neat row with twenty people.

This group of foreign legions is simply a group of madmen. They perfectly combine passion and calmness to achieve a delicate balance. When the slogan of chopping was issued, twenty swords were cut from the top of their heads without hesitation. Often, the light of the sword flashed past the enemy on the opposite side was split in half.

When the sword force was exhausted, the front row warrior dragged his sword and took a step back. At the same time, the warriors holding the Taidao high in the back row strode forward and changed positions, and then a slashing order, followed by another cold light of slashing.

In this way, forty Japanese samurai were rolled up like a rotating meat grinder, ruthlessly crushing over, leaving only a pile of incompletely pieced-up corpses.

It is not unfair to say that these foreign legions are madmen. More than once, Master Long saw the blood splashed by the enemy splattering their faces. Instead of rubbing, these madmen stretched out their tongues and licked them in circles, as if the top French wine slurry was splattered over.

To say that these sword-drawing teams are calm is not nutritious and polite. They can be able to slash in a bloodthirsty and crazy state, and the two rows of warriors waving it is like a precision machine tool. This is not a realm that Brother Chu of the battlefield can reach, nor is it a battlefield veteran who kills old people, and it is impossible to have such rigorous cooperation.

After killing and killing each other, they only slashed more than ten times and advanced more than ten steps. The group of sword drawing teams had successfully controlled the situation on the west side of the battlefield. More than 200 Austrian troops were everywhere, and the enemies on the west side of the enemy had faintly shown signs of morale collapse.

"Damn it! Noheita, you can do it. When the Prime Minister first formed a foreign legion, I still objected. When I saw you today, I have to apologize to you... Hahaha, when I go back alive, I will invite you to drink..."

Master Long looked at the Austrian soldiers who were trembling and retreating in front of him, and laughed wildly. The last bit of estrangement in his heart against the foreign legion was completely thrown behind his mind.

It was not just Master Long who laughed wildly. Xiao Letian, who was standing at the top of the high ground, almost broke the telescope in his hand. He pointed at the battlefield and danced excitedly.

"Leo... get closer and record everything on the battlefield for me. This is our military history. I will still hope to brag about this military history for my grandson in the second half of my life... Then who would say, "What about you, protect our reporter, I will put you in custody if you lose a hair..."

Xiao Letian was so excited that he couldn't vent his excitement. He turned around and grabbed Jonas's shoulder. "Did you see it? Did you see it? This is the warrior of Europe? He actually retreated in front of the medieval warriors... Tell me, is this the elite of Austria?"

"It hurts... Prime Minister, please be gentle, you're about to crush my shoulders..." Jonas pulled his shoulders out with a bitter face and then whispered, "Mr. Xiao, your ridicule is meaningless. I don't think a group of medieval warriors used hand-to-hand combat to achieve a little bit of results. I have anything to celebrate..."

"Don't forget, you are the author of Westward Journey! You are also the leader in Western learning in East Asia. I think you should be able to see through the future development of military technology, right?"

Xiao Lotte seemed to have guessed Jonas’s thoughts long ago, “No, Jonas, do you know why you can only become a politician, but I can become a politician? Why can Mr. Besmai and I become politicians leading a country, and many officials can only be a politician in their lives?”

"It is because you don't have a clear vision to see through the essence of things! Jonas, my friend, you must remember, what is the essence of war? What is the essence of war?"

Jonas glared his big light blue eyes wide and said in confusion, "War... Isn't the essence of war killing? Isn't it just conquest?"

"Nonsense..." Xiao Letian curled his lips, "Look at our feet, the forces that the enemy and us strangled together have exceeded 2,000. Do you think they will all die in battle? Look at the entire Sardova region, Austria and Prussia gathered nearly 500,000 troops, and there are more than one million reserves in the hinterland of the two countries. Do you think these people will all die in battle?"

Jonas was stunned. He could not imagine what the concept of killing millions of people in a war was like. "This...Aren't you messing around? I don't know what this has to do with the topic we are going to discuss..."

"No contact?" Xiao Letian glared at his eyes. "Didn't you just say that the essence of war is killing and conquest? Since it is killing, then kill it in pain. If we die in battle for 1,000, we still have 10,000, and if we die in battle for 10,000, we still have 10,000. Anyway, the two countries have mobilized nearly two million troops now, so let's kill it until there is no one left..."

"If these two million people are killed, don't we still have ordinary people? The people of the two countries carry guns and shoot at the same time until the end of the world of the world... Didn't you say that the essence of war is conquest? Then go conquer. As long as there is no one in the two countries who are not convinced, then continue to kill..."

Jonas made Xiao Letian choke and couldn't even say a word. He wanted to refute it, but he vaguely felt that there was something in Xiao Letian's words.

"Oh..." Xiao Letian sighed, "A war must be thought about how to end him before it is launched. The essence of the war is actually just a demonstration. Only madmen can engage in a war like genocide. What the war between the two countries is actually just interests..."

"We can often see that the battle between street scoundrels is often just a fight between punches and kicks. As long as one side admits defeat and accepts, the battle will naturally end... In the Chinese words, it is a battle of momentum. I am more fierce than you, more cruel than you, and more daring to fight to the death. It is enough to shock the enemy. Only the madman will kill people because of anger. Well..."

"War is actually the same as fighting on the street gangsters. Both sides gathered millions of troops and strangled them together, and they were never strangled to death. The battle between the enemy and us was actually just this momentum. When one side's morale collapsed and there was no desire to fight, the war would be over, and the subsequent distribution of interests was the task of diplomats..."

Xiao Letian pointed to the army fighting in the high ground, "Look, take a look, can there be any soldiers in the world who are more likely to shock the morale of the enemy than cold weapons killing and cruel hand-to-hand combat? Look at the Austrian army's slack formation and fearful gaze, and then look at the soldiers who are being suppressed by the sword-drawing team..."

"Do you think those Austrian troops still have the courage to fight after this hell-like hand-to-hand combat?" Xiao Letian's chest ached faintly.

"Impossible! Today I want to use the bloodiest hand-to-hand combat in the history of human war to destroy the last trace of the enemy's morale. I want to stuff the seeds of fear deep into the depths of their souls. I want them to never dare to face our military flag in their lifetime. I want to make them feel scared when they think of my new army..."

Jonas looked at Xiao Letian's hideous expression and sweated coldly on his back. Now he understood that Xiao Letian was essentially a madman. In order to deal with the French, he would not hesitate to give himself a bayonet. Such a cruel character is not a madman or something.

But I don’t know what happened, but Jonas found himself standing next to this lunatic, but could feel a trace of indescribable safety. This may be Xiao Letian’s unique personality charm.

"Running! Jonas, look! The Austrian army on the west side has collapsed... Deserts, deserters have appeared! Look at what I am right. If you want to defeat the morale of the enemy, the most effective way is to fight hand-to-hand. After this battle, the psychology of these Austrian soldiers will be covered with shadows. As long as they escape in front of us once, there will be a second, third, countless times..."

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