Volume 4: White Devil Chapter 297 May God bless you
The headquarters of the United Nations Force in Lebanon in the southern Lebanese city of Naqoura.
U.S. Army Major Robert Mikus sat on the hood of a military off-road vehicle, his hands unconsciously folding his military cap into various shapes, while his eyes looked at the elite young army men from Warwick, Kent County, Rhode Island:
"Lieutenant Dennis Herbers, I don't know how many times you sold your ass to get your connections from America to Lebanon like you gave yourself a fucking enema! But I have to admit that your trick works very well in the army, because I promised the officer who fucked me in all kinds of positions in West Germany that I would take care of you like he took care of me back then."
Hearing the other party's promise to take care of him, Dennis' expression relaxed and he whistled frivolously to express his feelings. Tommy and SSD's connections in the military system were as developed as the roads in Lebanon. No matter how badly they were bombed by Israel, the Lebanese could always continue to transport ammunition and terrorists along the roads.
"Shut your spare asshole. I don't want to hear any sound from your ass until I finish speaking! No matter the one on top or the one on the bottom!" Hearing Dennis express his feelings with a whistle, Robert hit the hood of the car with his fist in dissatisfaction, making a loud noise to signal the other party to shut up.
"Yes Sir!" Dennis put away his previous frivolous laziness, stood up with his head held high and chest puffed out, and said loudly.
Robert looked at the scenery in the distance, all he could see were broken walls and ruins. "The US military has three teams in Nakula. One team is made up of scumbags from the Marine Corps. They are hanging around in the UN peacekeeping force behind me. They are responsible for setting up checkpoints near the city, and they openly touch the breasts of those female refugees under the pretext of body searches!"
"Another team is made up of the dude sons of the US Navy. They are there to protect the Lebanese coastline, monitor the movements of the Lebanese Navy, prevent the weapons and equipment of the Lebanese Navy from falling into the hands of terrorists, and make some money by doing smuggling."
"Then there is us, the great U.S. Army, who always fearlessly appear in the most dangerous places on this planet. You are lucky to be here. The work here is very easy. We claim to be UN staff, but we are actually responsible for collecting all kinds of intelligence from both sides in the region, and then sending the information back to the Pentagon for those army bosses to review and decide whether it is worth selling to Israel or Lebanon to make a profit, or to save it to accumulate valuable experience for our future wars."
"Your file says that you captured a Soviet spy in Turkey and received a commendation. During your time in Beirut, you destroyed a secret enemy base and received another commendation. With these two commendations, you successfully won the opportunity to be promoted to lieutenant. Among the 1988 West Point graduates, you were one of those who were promoted quickly. Now, you have taken the initiative to apply to come to the front line. I like elite troops. The first time I saw you, I knew you were a true elite. Your former boss, Major Marshall, also praised you highly. I rarely see him praise a subordinate like this so much."
When Dennis heard that the other party regarded him as an elite, he immediately felt the need to correct the other party's misconception and quickly explained:
"Sir, can you allow me to explain? I think there may be some small errors in the information on my file. The error may just be how to define the term "active application". I was actually forced by Major Marshall..."
"That's not important! Lieutenant!" Robert knocked on the hood again, interrupting Dennis, and then slowed down his tone:
"The important thing is that you are here. I think the best way to take care of an elite like you is to let you make achievements faster. When other West Point classmates were still licking their superiors' cars with their mouths, you were already in the Pentagon, so I decided to give you the command of the Heroes Platoon, because the file says that you have never actually served as the commander of a small unit. Now, your file has been updated, and a new chapter has come in your military career."
"Heroes' Platoon?" Dennis was stunned for a moment: "What is that?"
"A small unit that can give everyone a headache. Lieutenant Marvin, bring our new Lieutenant Dennis Herbers with him..." Robert waved to his driver and adjutant, and flipped through the transfer order file next to him: "Lieutenant Glen Davis, go meet their subordinates. Wow, the file shows that Lieutenant Glen Davis is only one commendation away from promotion. You two did a great job."
In fact, according to regulations, a major cannot be equipped with an adjutant, but who in the army cares about this? Dennis himself always takes his loyal black adjutant Glenn with him wherever he goes.
"Follow me, Lieutenant." Robert's adjutant Marvin signaled to Dennis.
Dennis looked at Robert, who waved at him and said, "Say hello to your subordinates today, and I'll talk to you about the specific arrangements tomorrow."
"Sir, I have a question. Where did the previous commander of the Heroic Platoon you mentioned go?" Dennis asked vigilantly.
When hearing Dennis asking about the last commander of the Heroic Platoon, Robert paused for a moment with some sadness, and then he said with a sigh: "Lieutenant Harry shot himself out of shame. He is a role model of American soldiers."
Hearing the other party's answer, Dennis breathed a sigh of relief, followed Marvin's footsteps, smiled with relief and said to Marvin: "Then I feel relieved. Shame kills people. Fortunately, I don't know what shame means."
Watching Dennis and his adjutant get in the car and leave, Robert jumped off the front of the car, put on his hat, looked in the direction the car was going, and said with a smirk:
"May God bless you, West Point elite, it's time for you to see the true combat power of the US military."
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Naqoura was once the largest city in southern Lebanon. However, after Israel invaded Lebanon in 1978, it included this place in its own territory. Although due to the reaction of the United Nations and the United States, this territory was not clearly marked on the world map and was only declared a peace buffer zone, it is a fact that there are more and more Israelis and fewer and fewer Lebanese in this area.
The United Nations peacekeeping force has stationed its headquarters here to ensure that it can intervene at the first moment if a conflict occurs between the warring parties.
At present, Naqura still nominally belongs to Lebanon, but the regime is not a pro-Syrian government, but the Lahad armed organization in southern Lebanon supported by Israel. The Lahad regime then sent a request to Israel to station troops, and the Israeli government had the right to allow troops to enter Naqura.
So when you walk on the street and see Lebanese soldiers and Israeli soldiers standing together in close proximity, don't think that Lebanon and Israel have really ushered in peace. That is an illusion, just like the South Korean soldiers and American soldiers on the Korean Peninsula are as close as father and son.
The Lahad regime is the Lebanese armed forces supported by Israel, and is the most authentic and legitimate Lebanese regime in Israel's eyes.
While driving, Adjutant Marvin introduced Dennis to the complex environment of Nakula.
Here, there are militarized forces such as the Lahad armed forces, the Israel Defense Forces, the Lebanese Hezbollah which is defined as a terrorist, several small pro-Syrian local armed forces in the south, the Lebanese Defense Forces, as well as Lebanese civilians who may actively become terrorists at any time or UN peacekeeping force soldiers who may passively become terrorists at any time.
"Wait a minute, I can understand civilians of a country becoming terrorists voluntarily or passively, but what the hell is going on with peacekeeping soldiers becoming terrorists passively? The Irish Republican Army and the British Army live in the same base, and then accuse each other in life. On the battlefield, the British take the opportunity to open fire and kill the Irish, and by the way, frame the other side as terrorists?" Dennis heard Marvin's introduction and suddenly interrupted in confusion.
Marvin motioned for Dennis to look at the broken walls . "This is the peacekeeping blue zone. Under normal circumstances, this kind of intense shelling should not occur. But look around? There are more holes caused by shells than on the moon. When peacekeepers become terrorists depends on the mood of Israel and Lahad. Two months ago, Lahad used mortars to directly bombard the peacekeeping base. Eight Nepalese peacekeepers were blown into rag dolls. Two died on the spot, and six had their hands and feet broken. Their faces were left with scars scarier than Freddy's. After the incident, the Israel Defense Forces and Lahad said they had received intelligence that Hezbollah terrorists were hiding in that area. They also blamed the peacekeepers for running around and building bases everywhere. Why couldn't they just hide in the peacekeeping headquarters in Naku La?"
Dennis looked around as Marvin reminded him: "When a mistake is made, the first thing they do is not admit it, but quickly put the blame on the other party. I thought this was a secret of West Point Military Academy. So, did the Israeli commander study at West Point and secretly learn the method taught by the instructor?"
"Last year, more than 100 Lebanese refugees, mainly women and children, ran to a peacekeeping force base to seek asylum. The peacekeeping force temporarily accommodated them in a sentry post in accordance with regulations. Then Israel bombarded the base, injuring four peacekeepers and killing more than 40 refugees. After the incident, Israel insisted that terrorists were hiding in the base and accused the peacekeeping force of providing shelter to terrorists." Marvin said, turning the steering wheel with both hands and driving towards a blue and white building on the side of the road:
"In the Naqura area, it should be noted that Israelis hate UN staff and foreigners the most. They believe that the UN is preventing them from fighting Lebanese terrorists and that the UN will make Israel hand over the occupied land. Some radical Israelis will kill peacekeepers or UN staff who get in the way. On the contrary, the Lebanese people like UN staff because they believe that the UN provides the most basic order for Naqura, minimizes the threat of full-scale war, and brings medical, food and other assistance. However, the Lebanese people do not like people from the United States and France. They believe that Israel's invasion is supported by the United States. They hate the French because the foreign legions are very rough in the vicinity, have no sense of military honor, act rudely, and sometimes kill civilians to achieve their goals like Israel and Lahad."
The SUV stopped in front of the building, and Marvin opened the door and jumped out. "We're here. This is where the Heroes Platoon is stationed. It's also within the peacekeeping blue zone, so it's basically very safe."
Dennis and Glenn, who was carrying two large backpacks, got out of the car and looked up at the two-story building. Various banners and signs were hung on almost all the walls of the second floor: "United Nations Veterinary Care Agency, United Nations Child Survival Observatory, German Dental Clinic, Irish Yoga Training Center, Dutch Chinese Takeaway."
"That's great. It would be perfect if we added an American brothel." Dennis said after reading the words on the sign. He asked Marvin:
“So, do my subordinates open restaurants or become dentists?”
"These are all of them. There are probably seven or eight organizations, or more. The Heroic Platoon now has thirty soldiers. They use these identities when they go out to collect intelligence."
"Collecting intelligence? Secret agents? Spies? What do these people do? Marvin, to be honest, I am definitely not the elite in Robert Mikus' mind. I can't do the work that an elite should do." Dennis said frankly: "Don't force me to let Glenn knock you out, then steal your car and go back to America."
"Why were you sent to a hellhole like Nakula?" Marvin saw Dennis's reaction, hesitated for two seconds, and asked Dennis a question in return.
Dennis answered almost without thinking, "Because I suck."
"That's correct. So are the men you're about to meet." Marvin smiled and walked towards the building first.
"So you can rest assured that if you want to become elite soldiers, America will not agree to it for its own safety."
Dennis waited for Marvin to walk a few steps away, then turned to Glenn and asked, "Did you bring the things I specifically told you to bring?"
"Sure, but only ten sets," Glenn said calmly.
Dennis nodded and looked at Marvin who was waiting at the gate. "Then let the three of us share one set. Times are tough. Soldiers should not only be grateful for my consideration, but also learn to understand the difficulties of their superiors."
"But we still have more than two thousand dollars," Glenn said.
Dennis patted the other man on the shoulder and walked towards the front door. "I told you, Glenn, that's your money."
When he stepped into the hall, Marvin was already standing there, roaring at a dozen people who looked like the offspring of male prisoners and female refugees: "Fuck you son of a bitch! Military regulations don't tell you, you bunch of maggots! When the officer appears in front of you, you should stand up! "
Following this roar, a dozen lazy soldiers realized that there were three more people in the hall, and they stood up either lazily or nervously.
"My 79-year-old grandmother in West Virginia looks more like a soldier in uniform than you do!" Marvin shouted, then looked around at everyone in the hall: "Where are the others? Sergeant Raymond!"
He wanted to call out the platoon's first sergeant to say hello to Dennis. Sergeant Raymond was the only one who still looked like a soldier among this pile of garbage.
A short man with messy hair and unusually large eyes looked at the three people and said loudly, "Report, sir, Sergeant Raymond had an acute illness about ninety minutes ago and was sent to the peacekeeping force hospital for treatment. The others should stay with him."
"I guess the nurses in the hospital can get enthusiastic care from those dozen rubbish, so why are you still staying here? Why don't you go to the hospital together?" Marvin asked.
The other party answered quite straightforwardly: "Report, because the two cars can't accommodate thirty people, and the money we thirty people collected is only enough for the nurse to help six people masturbate."
"Let me introduce you. This is Lieutenant Dennis Herbers, the new commander of the Heroes Platoon, who replaced Lieutenant Harry who committed suicide for his country. Next to him is the new deputy commander of the Heroes Platoon, Second Lieutenant Glenn Davis." Marvin stepped aside, and Dennis stepped forward and stood in front of everyone.
Marvin, who was standing by, gave those soldiers who were not very smart several times with his eyes, and finally some of them reacted. They raised their arms and saluted Dennis one after another, followed by a few scattered voices: "Hello, sir."
"Dennis... Herbers?" An untimely voice sounded among a dozen soldiers: "From Kent County, Rhode Island... Warwick City?"
Dennis raised his hand in a military salute with a stern face. He ignored the questioning voice and turned to look at Marvin. He took the initiative to extend his hand: "Second Lieutenant, thank you for your car. After I sort them out, I will report to the major. Forgive me for not preparing a welcoming party for you today."
Marvin shook hands with the other party and turned to leave. His mission was to deliver Dennis. Now that the mission was completed, he had no interest in staying in this cesspool, even for a second.
"Glenn, the sergeant is in the hospital, and you're the only one who can help me conduct an investigation." Dennis sent Marvin away, turned around and looked at the dozen or so people in the room, and said without any emotion.
Glenn, a black man standing next to him, put down his two backpacks and walked around in front of the dozen soldiers. He asked, "Do you remember the military regulations? Is anyone willing to stand up and recite them aloud?"
A group of soldiers shook their heads in confusion. Glenn turned to look at Dennis and mouthed, "They are a bunch of idiots."
"Then I'm relieved." Dennis nodded with satisfaction, then pulled out a pistol from his waist and pulled the trigger at the old chandelier above his head! Three bangs and debris flew everywhere:
"Assemble in the courtyard within thirty seconds. Those who are late will be deemed to have performed well. Their application for retirement will be rejected indefinitely during my term. In addition, I will recommend to my superiors that the soldier's service period be extended by ten years due to his outstanding performance."
The gunshots scared a dozen people so much that they covered their heads and screamed to avoid them. But after hearing Dennis's words, they immediately ignored the risk of being injured by ricochets and rushed towards the door behind Dennis like crazy.
"What does a cowardly commander like the most? Of course, he likes his even more cowardly subordinates. I know at a glance that I will be as dazzling as gold in this pile of yellow feces. This is definitely a good favor." Dennis turned around and looked at his subordinates who were rushing out:
"May God bless you, Nakula."
