And our child, he should have grown a lot taller by now, right? When I left, he was still just learning to walk, but now he should be able to run and jump, maybe even have started school. I’ve missed so many monts of his growth, which fills my heart with guilt. But please tell him, Daddy is staying in this damn place to protect more children like him, so that you can live a more peaceful and serene life.
I also understand that my departure has brought you endless worry and pain. But please believe, I will do my utmost to protect myself, striving to return to you as soon as possible. Because I know, ho is my eternal harbor, a place I will always miss no matter where I go.
At the end of this letter, I want to tell you: I love you, my wife. No matter what happens in the future, this love will never change. Please take good care of yourself, take care of our family. When I return, let’s make a pumpkin al together, sit around the table, and enjoy that long-lost peace and happiness.
May this damn war end soon, may I return to your side, may the gods bless each one of us, may everything go smoothly.
Forever loving you and the child, Tony Vince.
Poplar 17th year, February 21st."
Due to the war, the quality of paper isn’t very good, it’s inevitable to puncture so holes while writing, but the person writing this letter was clearly very careful, so overall the holes on the letter paper are relatively few.
The fingers holding the letter gently loosened, throwing the letter onto the table; a rough voice ca, filled with mockery and disdain: "How could a letter like this be mailed back? It’s full of negative emotions."
The officer responsible for checking letters held a nearly extinguished cigarette, fingers tapping on the letter paper: "Look at what they’ve written? Ammunition insufficient, no cotton clothes? It’s rumor-mongering, if there weren’t a manpower shortage at the front, he should be arrested."
"He’s still a company commander, tsk tsk, really reckless." The officer screening the letters sighed, then crumpled the precious letter paper into a ball and tossed it into the fire pit beside: "Let help you, fool, if soone sees a letter with this kind of content, you’d probably be dead."
Looking at the flas burning in the stove, the officer continued to open another letter full of words. Upon reading only halfway, he threw it into the fire: "Lately, there really are more and more fools like this."
The Elf’s side doesn’t have enough transport capacity to send such irrelevant things as letters to the rear, and even if there was, there’s not enough capacity to allocate for these useless items sent to the rear.
Civilian automobiles have already been massively requisitioned; these cars are responsible for transport work between dispatch nodes one or two hundred kiloters from the front, thus avoiding complex issues like off-road transport.
In this way, civilian transport capacity is actually heavily squeezed, so the past speed of material mobilization can no longer be reached.
So there might be trains or automobiles transporting ammunition and other supplies that could take family letters from the front to the rear, but the transport capacity or manpower required for further distribution of these letters is lacking.
Actually, postal workers have already been massively requisitioned: they have beco the best communications soldiers, because they themselves were responsible for delivering letters.
The Tang Empire’s electronic interference has cut off what was originally smooth grassroots communication, while also increasing the difficulty in communication among higher levels. Under such circumstances, using manpower to convey intelligence ssages has beco one of the few choices.
In this way, the transportation and distribution of letters beco more difficult. But the real issue is, if soldiers and officers are not given the right to write letters ho, it’s possible their morale will drop, and might even lead to mutiny.
To appease these soldiers and officers, we have to maintain a state of "you can write letters ho." And this state... can be without needing to be real.
A large number of family letters will be screened, destroyed on the spot due to unqualified content. As for how many letters can reach their original destination, it’s hard to say.
The reasons are plenty: for instance, your family letter might leak military secrets, your family letter carries negative sentints discontent with the country, your family letter’s mailing address is written improperly, etc.
Once a small reason is found, the letter may directly disappear. It might be piled in so corner unattended, or directly burned to vanish from this world.
In contrast, the Tang Empire encourages everyone to write letters ho, so units in the rear even use the most advanced technology to bring the best comfort to their families.
The garrison troops stationed in Eternal Winter City sent video tapes ho showing their latest updates: each of them greeted their families in military uniform, also fild the canteen als and their dormitory appearance.
In the video, everyone looks very excited, they’re all safe, and eating well, with places to live. Honestly, it seed as if they were only serving in another region of their holand, rather than fighting on another continent.
In comparison, Poplar Empire soldiers’ conditions are much more miserable. It’s just like this company commander writing ho, no matter how eloquent he might be, no matter how much he writes, he ultimately can’t guarantee his letter will reach its destination.
"Burn the bags over there..." Seeing his subordinate sergeant entering, the old Elf officer with a lewd smile pointed to the burlap sack piled against the wall.
Inside are so letters yet to be opened and checked, the sergeant flinched slightly, hesitantly asking: "But sir, these letters haven’t been checked by anyone. You know, we’re short on staff now, we can’t promptly process so many letters."
"I know, deal with them as usual..." The officer impatiently waved his hand, deciding the fate of these letters.
Anyway, during warti, losing so things in transit is inevitable, not to ntion letters, even artillery shells might be sent and suddenly go missing, what can anyone do? If you’re unhappy, go find them yourself!
"Understood, sir." The young sergeant obediently replied. When she first ca here, she wasn’t used to this work thod, but later she got used to it, or rather, after talking overnight with several officers, she understood how so things operate.
She learned that to stay working in such a relatively safe place, she needed to exchange it with her body. She also understood that many longed-for family letters could actually be directly thrown into the furnace and burned.
"Co to my tent tonight, there’s too much work lately, I need to discuss sothing with you... Is that convenient?" As the officer spoke, his gaze unconsciously fell on the sergeant’s chest.
Honestly, in the Elf race known for their handso n and beautiful won, this female sergeant isn’t outstanding, at most considered diocre. But in such a camp, it’s good enough to have sothing to eat, no one will nitpick.
"I, I understand." The sergeant recalled her superior’s perverse play at night, answering with a pale face.
She had no right to refuse, unless she was reserved by the more perverted old colonel above for tonight... That "is that convenient?" was actually asking if the colonel hadn’t summoned her tonight.
Unfortunately, recently the old pervert had a new favorite, the departnt got a new female sergeant, who’s much better in looks and charm compared to her.
That little bitch caught the old colonel’s eye right after coming here, even beca the colonel’s private property, other officers haven’t had a chance to touch, unlike her, the withered flower intertwined with most of the male officers in the camp...
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