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October 2, 2172, sunny

To be honest, this planet is no longer suitable for human habitation, starting from the moment when the Russians did stupid things in Paris.

However, this kind of trivial complaints don't mean much to my identity. But it's a good thing to complain after all. The people in the 21st Company next door can't even complain. I remember that Daniel always likes to aim at other people's eggs, shoot eggs, and blow his own marksmanship. As a result, after the battle in Berlin, he was blown up and couldn't even find DNA.

This damn guy... still owes me a drink, damn it!

Encountering enemies, hiding, shooting, calling for air strikes, continuing to advance...and praying to the priest.

Every day is like hell. Although we have air superiority, the firepower of the cccp is too strong. And they finally completely tore off their hypocritical faces and started to use nuclear weapons. Good guy, now everyone's lives have depreciated, $10? Perhaps even less.

I won't write anymore, I have to push towards Frankfurt tomorrow. I heard that missile wells are being built there, and I hope we can have time.

God blessed, victory belongs to nato.

October 3, 2172,

Originally, my team was planned to set off with the tanks, and then launch a strong attack on the 141st Fort in Frankfurt, destroy the air defense missiles, and then call for air strikes to bomb the missile well.

But the situation seems to have changed a little? My team received a special task temporarily. God bless me, I hope the ominous premonition in my heart is wrong.

October 6, 2172, unknown?

It is hard to imagine that I am now on the x12 space station, and we will enter the airdrop cabin in half an hour. The destination is Wanghai City, PAC?

Hell, it's really troublesome to write in space.

October 6, 2172, Yin, (replenishment)

I remember seeing photos of Wanghai City before the war, which seemed to be a beautiful place? But now it looks no different from Paris, at least the coastline and the city center. Our Marines will launch beach landings from the coast. We infiltrate the enemy's hinterland through orbital airdrops, marking strategic goals, and guiding the space-based weapon "Steam of God" to shoot.

Particle shield generator, air defense missile, electromagnetic turret, nuclear power plants... in short, mark all things that have destructive value.

Sounds simple?

Perhaps, although I shivered rarely at the moment when the airdrop cabin passed through the radiant clouds.

October 7, 2172,

Hell. This is a hell.

There were PAC soldiers everywhere, armored vehicles, tanks, and even their own people everywhere? It was completely in chaos.

We are all crazy. Now, as long as the electromagnetic shield is removed, the power armor will have to be stuck for a while. There are radiation and snipers everywhere. We can only rely on sign language now, and everyone acts like a mute. How many nuclear bombs have been detonated here? Or has the emp device not stopped?

I am only worried about the command center's communications are not received at all.

This is very important! If you fall down...

October 8, 2172, rain

Bad weather. It’s not a good thing to rain at this time.

Today we almost started fighting with our own people. That's right, no one could see who was across the street, and the communication device was in a state of failure.

Fortunately, the crisis was resolved, and the pac's tanks helped us identify their identities, and then we solved the problem together.

They were from the Marine Corps, but they lost contact shortly after logging in. Following the instructions on the offline map, they were supposed to meet with other brothers from the 11th Regiment here, but it seemed that they became the only guys to arrive here in the 11th Regiment.

Lucky guy.

I asked them to join our mission temporarily, and they didn't even have anti-tank weapons. I guess it would be dead if I continue to stay here, so I might as well go with us.

With the support of light infantry, our vision will be broader. After all, the radio life detection device is no longer used now, and no signal can be received after turning on the electromagnetic shielding.

October 9, 2172.

It seems that there are cloudy days except rainy days? What a hell.

The battle has lasted for 3 days. Fortunately, these buildings in the city center are of good quality. Even if they have been washed a few times, they can still find buildings that can serve as bunkers. We keep fighting with the people in the pac, and we can gradually see our people in the city center. This is a good phenomenon. Maybe we will win if we stick to it for another day?

When we saw the tungsten rod bullet falling from the sky smashing the particle shield generator to pieces, we almost cheered for victory.

However... we briefly resumed the communication shortly afterwards.

Our Staff of God was occupied by the space special forces of the pac?

The Fifth Fleet suffered a heavy blow?

Retreat? Lost?

Hell, how can I withdraw my tmd in the city center?

October 10, 2172, it was probably cloudy (replenished)

I'm the only one left.

James still seems to be unable to do it, Acre is crazy. (Shift out)

The soldiers of the pac are quite kind to me? It should be fine. I originally thought that after being pulled out of the power armor, I would be beaten first, then break my limbs and then die.

But it seems not?

The soldiers of the pac are very binding, and under the command of the commander, there will be almost no one who exceeds the rules. Although the yellow skin that I pulled out seemed to want to cut off my head, he did not take action in the end.

I was very familiar with the gritting eyes, as if I wanted to tear me apart.

I can understand, maybe we did a little too much at a certain school? But I can't blame me, although I am a devout believer, my soldiers need to relieve stress. Maybe I should stop the Georgia guy's proposal? Forget it, who cares, everyone is dead.

......

I was crushed onto a truck loading prisoners of war, with many people who were as dirty as me.

Fortunately, they did not confiscate my diary, otherwise I might go crazy...

It is important to write a diary, yes, it is important.

I tried not to anger the short man who was escorting us, he had already killed two unlucky guys.

October 15, 2172, sunny

We seemed to have been taken to a place far from the front line, with many mountains, many tunnels, and some factories built underground.

Seeing these, I roughly settled down. Because I guess I don’t have a chance to go back. Exchange prisoners of war? Haha, will I let me go after seeing these?

The people on the car were divided into two batches, one to the north and the other to the south.

I had a premonition. One of them might die. Of course, we will all die in the end, but I pray that I won't die too ugly.

After we arrived at the underground base, our faces were quickly branded with barcodes and we obtained our own bed.

Well...this place is a bit like a concentration camp.

Fortunately, my diary was not confiscated.

November 17, 2172, unknown

I don’t know what weather is on the surface, but we haven’t seen the sunshine for a long time. Are there still wars outside? Or is the war stopped? Of course, we are already "dead". Even if the war is over, we may not be able to go home.

The work is not hard, it is just a bit boring and you have to be beaten.

Someone tried to escape, but was obviously killed. We seemed to be locked up with the death row prisoner, and the one who slept on my upper bunk was a political and political prisoner. He was very thin and had little hair. He chatted with me in English and asked me if I believed in God.

I said I don't believe it, or I believed it before.

He didn't care and continued to talk to me about other issues. To be honest, I was disgusted with issues such as consciousness-form or political opinions.

But he seems to be getting more and more tired of talking?

Thank God, he was killed not long after.

November 21, 2172, unknown

Every day, dead people are dragged out, and every day, living people are taken in.

Maybe the war is really about to end? After all, there are fewer familiar faces, and most of the ones who are begging in are yellow faces.

But what disturbed me was that among the latest batch of prisoners of war, I saw the Slavs.

Pac and CCCP also did it? Thank goodness, this is undoubtedly a good news for Nato.

But... how long can this level of war last?

December 25, 2172, unknown (maybe it snows?)

Today is Christmas. There are no Christmas trees and candles, and no corn porridge poured with cream.

I don't believe in God, but I still prayed devoutly, praying to my diary. My inmate said I was crazy, I denied that someone wanted to steal my diary. I beat him up. His nose was interrupted by me.

We were all in lockdown.

I put the diary under the pillow, and no one dared to move it.

Maybe I was scared by me? I believe they were not afraid of death, and I was not afraid of it, but I believe no one was willing to die of a beating.

No one here can beat me. I am a special forces soldier, and they are all political prisoners.

Softies.

May 6, 2173, unknown

I don’t know whether it’s an earthquake or a shelling, it might be a shelling.
To be continued...