Shadow Empire

Chapter 710: Significant Effect [The Egg Lover of Drawing Big Pies +3]
"Fake!"

"We have to think of a way!"

The priest held a cigarette in his hand and looked at the captain in front of him with a haggard look, "If we don't let everyone vent their emotions, the situation will definitely get worse!"

"Did you listen to what that new chick said?"

"She said everyone needs at least three sessions of therapy. Can you believe it?"

"three times!"

"If we don't do something for them, they will all withdraw..."

"Are you fucking listening to me?"

The priest took another puff of his cigarette, then pinched the cigarette butt and threw it hard to the ground.

When it hit the ground, sparks flew everywhere. The captain turned his head and looked at him. "Does God know that you are like this?"

The priest was stunned for a moment before he replied with a mixture of anger and amusement, "I told you I didn't want to come to the front line, but you tied me up and put me in the car. Do you think I wanted this?"

He grabbed his hair in a frenzy, "Don't say they are going crazy, I'm going crazy too!"

The mood of despair was contagious, and the poor casualty ratio made every soldier feel extremely uneasy.

They didn't know when they would suddenly fall to the ground like their comrades, without any warning or mental preparation, being shot down by a single gun.

The death was so sudden, just like they came so suddenly, without any warning.

The priest has been providing psychological counseling to the soldiers, but the effect is not very good. Many young people die every time a battle breaks out.

It was easy for them to die, but they left a lot of trouble for the living.

The priest felt like he was going crazy. If he didn’t think of a solution, something bad would definitely happen!
In fact, the commander-in-chief of the front-line troops has been paying close attention to this matter. At the defense section, the lieutenant colonel has been reminding everyone that if any soldiers with suicidal tendencies are found, they should be arrested immediately and sent to the rear.

They are now very nervous. Psychologists have assessed that if someone is the first to step forward and choose to commit suicide to escape fear.

Soon more people will learn his method and end their anxiety and fear through death!
This is contagious!
At that time, they will have no other choice but to be sent to a military court!
But it is useless to just stare at this kind of thing. We have to let the soldiers vent their emotions, and this is the channel we lack now.

When you talk to them about the truth, they all understand it, but understanding doesn’t mean they will do it or let it go.

The priest was complaining about how difficult his job was, and the captain casually tossed him a small metal pot.

Holding it in my hand, this metal kettle-like object is icy cold and pretty. "What is this?"

"A kettle?"

"Who would drink such a small sip?"

The captain had a smile on his face, "Why not unscrew it?"

The priest glanced at him, then twisted it twice, then a confused expression appeared on his face, the twisting movement slowed down, and finally began to speed up again.

The moment the lid was fully opened, he smelled a strong fragrance.

"Fake!"

"whisky!"

"Fake!"

He uttered two swear words in succession, then took a sip from the kettle with a smile on his face and tilted his head back. The wine flowed out and into his mouth.

The wonderful experience brought by alcohol seemed like God's blessing, and it instantly relaxed the priest's tense nerves.

He drank a little over two ounces of wine in one gulp, then sat down in a chair, "It tastes really good, but it's a little less."

He glanced at the kettle with a hint of ridicule on his face, "You are very brave to bring alcohol to the front line. If those gentlemen knew that you openly violated the prohibition order, you would be in trouble."

The priest didn't know more about the inside story. He simply believed that Prohibition was a decree really enacted to prohibit alcohol, and that everyone was strictly abiding by it.

The captain opened the lid of the box completely, and the neatly arranged kettles inside were displayed in front of the priest. He looked at so much wine, not knowing whether it was because he drank too quickly and started to get high, or because his eyes were flushed because his cognition was broken.

In short, his face flushed as he said, "Gift crab!"
"Where did you get so much wine?" He was about to grab another bottle when the captain knocked his arm off.

"This is the latest munitions. Didn't you say they needed a medium to vent their emotions?"

"How would you like a glass of wine?"

The priest took a deep breath and said, "Great! The person who came up with this idea is a genius!"

“But what about Prohibition?”

The captain handed him a document and said, "It says that we must respect the local laws of Slade. There is no prohibition against drinking alcohol in this area."

These explanations reminded the priest of the shamelessness of politicians. He whistled, "It can be seen that the federal government really cares about this war."

He paused, "I'll help you move out."

Soon, people began distributing the latest supplies.

The number of cigarettes increased to one hundred, which was a week's supply.

The wine was distributed twice, that is, two pots per person. Bol looked at the wine in his hand tiredly. He unscrewed the lid with a numb expression and was attracted by the fragrance emanating from it. He had never drunk much wine before, but inexplicably, his throat began to itch, he began to swallow his saliva, and he urgently wanted to drink a sip.

There were many soldiers who showed the same characteristics as him, some of them were drinking for the first time, and some were drinking for countless times.

It was rare that at this moment, the emotions of the soldiers in the trenches were relieved at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Alcohol plays a wonderful role in the body, and the lifeless trenches also begin to undergo some wonderful chemical reactions due to the effect of alcohol.

"You should light another cigarette!"

Someone told Boll that he should do this.

Boll lit a cigarette doubtfully, and the other party pretended to take a long puff and then hold it in his chest.

He tried to do it again, then he felt a slight dizziness and he quickly exhaled the smoke from his lungs.

In a very short period of time, nicotine and alcohol began to "attack" the brain through the blood, and his emotions began to fluctuate.

"Interesting, thanks for the suggestion!" He raised the small wine flask in his hand, "What is this thing called?"

Another person who had not spoken for two days suddenly interrupted and said, "Golden Lion, I know this brand. The bar has their wine, and the price is very expensive."

"Golden Lion Wine!"

Boll remembered the name, "It brought me some different experiences..."

People's emotions began to become lively, and these four ounces of wine were enough for some people who didn't drink much.

Some of them started to talk non-stop, some started to cry bitterly, some curled up in the corner and seemed to be autistic, and some started to quarrel and fight because they drank too much!

This was a scene that obviously shouldn't have happened in the trenches, but not only did it happen, the officers did not stop it, but instead breathed a sigh of relief.

The priest's face flushed slightly, "One jug is too little, two jugs are too much, you should suggest that each jug should contain three ounces."

"I've got it down," the captain said, nodding his head.

The priest also showed a relaxed expression on his face, "Everything will be fine!"

In fact it is.

Under the dual effects of alcohol and nicotine, people vented their emotions, and those dark things were thrown out of their bodies like garbage, and everyone's mental condition improved a lot.

After waking up, Boll felt a lot more relaxed, but he soon became nervous.

He vaguely remembered that he cried his heart out, and then he had no memory of anything, as if he fell asleep?
Drinking too much and falling asleep during the day can definitely be fatal!

Seeing how nervous he was, his new partner couldn't help but laugh and said, "The commander has been here. He told us that we can take a break these few days. The enemy won't attack us again so soon."

After repelling three waves of attacks, if the Dantra people still want to break through from the flank, they will need to mobilize more troops.

After all, after they broke through the defense line, they saw that there were more federal troops behind the line!

They would have to mobilize at least 50,000 troops to break through this line of defense, and they had to do it as quickly as possible.

Because new reinforcements are on the way.

Therefore, no new battles will break out in the short term.

Boll and his new partner had hardly spoken since they became partners, and this seemed to be their first normal communication.

He said "thank you" and took out a cigarette.

On the battlefield, his smoking addiction became more serious.

In fact, the officers told them not to smoke all the time because enemy snipers could observe the smoke they exhaled, but it should be no problem now.

"Those wines..." He asked, not knowing if he had missed anything.

His partner nodded. "It's available once every three days, but only one pot."

Although there was only one pot, it was better than nothing. For the first time, Paul felt that drinking was a very happy thing.

He felt a little embarrassed, ashamed, and a little guilty. He scratched his head and said, "I'm sorry. I won't get drunk again next time."

His partner gave him a fist bump, "It's okay, I'll take care of you."

Soon, the report on the effects of the company's drinking came out. The front-line command, the Ministry of Defense, the military, the Congress, and the Presidential Palace all knew about this and the subsequent positive effects it produced.

Lance immediately set off for Xinjin City again. This time, he represented "Golden Lion Wine Industry" to participate in the bidding of the Ministry of National Defense.

Of course, before that they have to meet first to discuss how to divide and then how to invest.

Many people, especially those in the middle and lower classes, always feel that they are not competitive in market activities.

Their guess was absolutely correct, how could they be competitive?

The bidding has not even started yet, but the result has actually come out. What is missing now is just the allocation of specific market share!

(End of this chapter)