"If you have anything to say, just say it."

Cornelia frowned, propped her head, and sat sideways in her chair.

"Warriors・・・・・・" Guildford still hesitated, carefully considering his words. "The morale of the fighters is a little low."

Somewhat sluggish?

Cornelia chuckled softly to herself.

Don't be depressed!

In less than three hours, two-thirds of the mechanized troops were gone, and few of the remaining squads were full, and it would be hellish if morale was high!

According to the Britannian system, a third of the attrition is no longer possible, and more than half of the commanders are bound to go to court. Two-thirds means that this unit can already cancel the number.

When Conelia jumped out of the car with a dark face, she saw several soldiers kneeling on the floor of the hangar, taking the cross from the collar with trembling hands and kissing it lightly. Most of the others were dazed and shocked, mixed with the luck of the rest of their lives. And the few old birds silently found a corner, silently lit a cigarette, and silently looked at the ground.

Not to mention morale, if you order them to go into battle now, mutiny is possible!

Cornelia, who crawled out of the smoke of the war, knew better than anyone that this army was no longer needed.

When this expression appears on a soldier's face, it means that they will spend the rest of their lives in nightmares. Watching their captains, comrades-in-arms, instructors, fall one after another around them, the PTSD inspired by this will completely destroy their will. Some of them will never touch a gun again even in this life.

This time, I lost again.

Another complete defeat.

But strangely, unlike before, Cornelia did not fall into a rage, except for a little tiredness, but was unusually calm.

With this alone, she was finally able to put herself and ZERO in the right position.

Her previous self was blinded by hatred, anger and arrogance, and in her heart, ZERO was nothing more than a terrorist, a shit luck who made a name for himself and jumped off the beam. Even if he is cunning and despicable, he is just an ant in front of the Empire・・・・・・

"It's my fault." Cornelia sighed and said softly.

"Your Highness the Princess?"

"The death of these fighters is all my fault, it should be my personal arrogance, these warriors ・・・・・・"

“・・・・・・”

She finally realizes that ZERO is more than just a terrorist hiding in the sewers. On the contrary, that man was the most formidable opponent and the most formidable enemy she had ever had ever lived.

No matter how much you justify, no matter how dirty the other party's methods are, the facts will not change.

He won himself.

Every time, he was an absolute disadvantage and won the victory in impossible circumstances.

Single-handedly propped up a terrorist organization composed of militias, declared war on the overlord of the world in the flesh, and has won until now.

Now, even more so, the power that threatens the whole world is about to be grasped.

He's in the midst of an incredible rebellion.

Standing in his place, can he achieve even one-tenth of his current achievements?

"When I return to China, I will return the inheritance to the emperor."

"Princess?!" Guildford was taken aback.

"It's not compensation, but I have to give an account to those fighters." Cornelia slowly opened her eyes with a tired expression.

Guildford hurriedly got down on one knee.

"Princess! With all due respect! This senseless self-punishment..."

"Do you think you have no future with me?" Cornelia interrupted him coldly.

Guildford's body shook, and he didn't defend himself, his head hanging lower, his lips tightly pursed.

"・・・・・・'m sorry." Seeing the knight's appearance, Her Royal Highness the princess's heart softened. "I'm sorry. Guildford, I'm at you. ”

“・・・・・・”

"Is there news from my country?"

"The main force of Sixty-Four will land in about a week, late at night or early in the morning. The lightly armed vanguard could be thirty hours ahead. ”

"What about Africa?"

"It's in the middle of a battle with the main EU force, and I can't draw too many troops. And if the Federation does not open the Strait of Malacca, it will take longer than the national army to circumnavigate Australia. ”

"Indochina?"

Guildford shook his head silently.

It's all come to such a critical juncture, and the empire still doesn't want to let go.

The eunuchs were staring, and they knew better than anyone what was going on in Area 11. At this time, the transfer of the garrison is equivalent to returning the Indochina Peninsula to the Federation, and as soon as the front foot is gone, someone has to come to plant the flag.

Cornelia sighed and stood up.

"I'll go talk to the royal brother to see if it's possible to negotiate with the Federation, and give some benefits to see if I can make them loosen their mouths. I really can't do it... Even if I abandon the 10th district, it will ・・・・・・."

"Your Highness, it is foolish to think that we have not yet reached that point. Late tomorrow night, the troops of the whole island will be assembled. With 200,000 troops and 3,000 knightmare, there is no reason why you can't take a single Mount Fuji. ”

"There's no reason why you can't take it... I used to think so, too. A self-deprecating smile resurfaced, and Cornelia turned and shook her head. But a lot of 'unreasonable' things happen. ”

It's not condescension, it's not self-inferiority. What is abandoned is just "arrogance".

Acknowledging that ZERO is superior to your own talents and putting yourself in the right position. As a challenger, use the resources available to you, and if necessary, even your teeth must be used, and give it your all.

It's a sign of respect for your opponents, but also for yourself.

I'm sorry, ZERO, but it's probably boring to dance with an absent-minded partner like me all the time.

Come on.

This time we're going to die until we die.

"Your Highness Princess, uh... please wait a minute." Guildford stood up, fingers pressed against the headset. "The Earl of Lloyd Asbrud has asked to see you."

"I'll talk about it later."

"My subordinates think it's better for you to see him・・・・・・"

"Huh?" Cornelia turned.

"He's outside the door right now." Guildford looked in the direction of the doorway. "It seems that when I tried to break in, I was subdued by the security guards and was spilling on the ground."

"Is it another war? That's it.,Let's get that testing machine on with you next time.,NUMBERS.,Now it's all over the place..."

"No, it's not a war, he seems to want to say that Mt. Fuji is not so simple・・・・・・ the world is going to end or something・・・・・・"

Guildford looked puzzled, waiting for the princess to decide.

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The rumbling sound of cannon continued to pound on the mountain, the ground was trembling slightly, and from time to time fine dust fell from the top.

In fact, firing the cannon now is just trying to comfort yourself. After seven years of mining, Mt. Fuji has been completely wrapped in steel excavation facilities, and the belly of the mountain has already been wiped out, and the tunnels extend in all directions, although it is called a mountain, but it is actually the largest natural bunker in the world. Unless the entire mountain is blown up, not a single hair of the people inside will be injured.

An elevator leads to the peak of Mount Fuji through Guò, and Diethart arrives in a pure metal room on the top floor of the mine.

In the center of the room stood a huge cannon with a short barrel but a very large caliber. The workmanship is extremely crude, even miserable. The barrel had not yet been polished and painted, and was covered with metal particles left over from the forging process. The base is even more excessive, it is simply a metal blank that can turn, almost as if it has just been poured out of the mold, and it is clearly the product of haste work. The chamber is the only part of its body that has been handled. In front of the muzzle is a thick metal wall, though it appears to be able to be separated from the middle.

Diethardt is not an expert in weapons, but he still has the most basic common sense, this kind of cannon can be stuffed into a person's monster, and the firing speed is bound to be not fast. It is quite possible that the first shot will be shot, and in the process of loading, the enemy will already rush to the elevation angle of the artillery.

This weapon is more suitable for attacking fortifications and demolishing enemy fortresses from a distance.

Ilan was standing by the artillery, talking to a group of people in white coats who looked like scientists, what seemed to be something important.

Diethardt stood silently and waited.

According to the requirements, he had to edit and revise the video materials from the previous World War I, and give the semi-finished products to the deputy commander for review before the final draft.

"Yo, Mr. Lead." Elan saw him. "Please wait a minute."

A few more words of advice to the white coats around him, let them continue to debug. The white fur trotted all the way to the ponytail man.

"Is it done?"

Diethart nodded and handed the tablet to Whitefur.

"It's a shame that this kind of war scene could be photographed from the air・・・・・・" Diethardt shook his head regretfully.

"It's going to be knocked down."

The pony-tailed man smiled nonchalantly.

There was no editing in many places, and it lasted more than 4 hours, and Ilan's finger kept pressing on the fast forward.

"How long is the final draft?"

"It can be compressed to less than an hour."

"Hmm."

The brain quickly processed the flashing images, and Ilan's brow gradually furrowed.

The ponytail man knew what he was thinking.

"I've tried my best to create a tragic atmosphere, but I can't help it, I don't have enough material."

Ilan pursed his lips dissatisfied.

On the screen, Britannia's bodies turned into fireballs one after another, and the bodies printed with the logo of the Black Knights lost an arm or something at most, and the few pictures of attrition here, the pilots all managed to escape.

How to convey that fearless spirit of sacrificing one's life for righteousness? With such a picture and saying "we have no way out" or something, how can people feel real?

The picture that can touch people's hearts the most is not the subjugation of bad people, but the sacrifice of good people.

"If you really can't do it・・・・・・" Ilan scratched her head in embarrassment.

"I'll look for some material from the previous footage. You can also find a few more sensible members and let them make monologues, and they won't show their faces. Of course, if the deputy commander allows you. ”

"Well, I'm sorry for you to work overtime. Be sure to post it today. ”

Ilan's eyes were still fixed on the frame.

The concentration of troops on the whole island at the foot of Mt. Fuji meant that the control of the entire 11 districts was completely abandoned. All rebel groups are left unsupervised. The quarantine area is empty, and the empty door is open. The riots, which have been suppressed by the high-pressure policy in the settlement areas, will erupt irrepressibly and completely.

Someone had to tell them where they should go, who they should go to, who they should serve allemories, who they should fight against, and how they should fight.

Someone had to tell them how to turn a suicidal peasant uprising into a suicidal terrorist attack.

This video is crucial.

It was a signal flare for 150 million people throughout Japan, a clarion call for an all-out rebellion.

"Deputy Commander, may I ask a question?"

The pony-tailed man looked at the savage-looking cannon thoughtfully.

"Of course."

"It's not my jurisdiction, if you..."

"Say it."

It's rare that I didn't accompany the other party to do tai chi, and Yilan readily agreed.

"From the point of view of a layman like me, since we have long-range firepower and the other side doesn't know about it, why not use it when the other side is rushing up the mountain? Judging by the caliber, it should be possible to cause considerable damage. ”

"It's because the other party doesn't know that it can't be used."

"I don't understand."

"It's very simple, what would Britannia do if they knew we had a ranged force?"

Diethart thought for a moment, but still didn't turn around.

"Uh, sorry, that's not my specialty."

"By the way, don't you think their base camp is very close to us?"

Elan said, smiling dangerously.

Diethardt was stunned for a moment, but instantly understood, and the same sinister smile appeared on his face.

・・・・・・ one day, our names will be forgotten.

These living people, these beings, these warriors, their names will become cold lead letters on the books.

These people who love this world deeply, these people who are willing to give their lives for freedom, their pain and faith, their blood and tears and dedication, their scars, and their qiē, will be forgotten by the world.

One day, everything that happens here will become a "story" and an innocuous after-dinner conversation.

I've asked everyone, "Do you regret it?" ・・・・・・]

ELAN TOOK HER FINGERS OFF THE SCREEN, RESTING HER CHIN AND WATCHING ZERO THOUGHTFULLY AT THE END.

It was pre-recorded footage that was going to be edited in the footage for a while.

Because that's my dream, that's our dream.

Our souls will finally rest when our descendants, children of all colours, who have never seen war, never experienced discrimination, who have never been treated differently, sit together, smile, and comment on this history that seemed incomprehensible at the time. 】

"Mr. Lead." Ilan spoke lightly.

"Yes."

"Do you have a dream?"

"Make big news." The ponytail man spoke without hesitation.

Ilan laughed silently.

Contrary to the understanding of ordinary people, the so-called "smart people" are actually the same as Diethart, although they seem to be extremely scheming, but they are actually the most simple. They have only one goal, they know what they want, and all their means are in the service of this goal, and they pounce on it wholeheartedly.

This kind of life couldn't be happier.

[I beg you, please hold your lover, children, and parents tight. Please cherish this moment, because tomorrow, maybe in the next second, everything you cherish will no longer exist.

And we, will stand here, stand on this Mount Fuji, and use our qiē to stop the arrival of that moment, until the last drop of blood is shed, until our corpses can't stop the iron hooves of the empire...

"Do you know what's the funniest thing?"

The corners of Ilan's mouth curled with a sneer.

"These people, clamoring about freedom, equality, rights, dignity, the future, and so on・・・・・・ they don't really know what they want.

Free ・・・・・・

No one knows what it is, no one has ever actually acquired her, and there is no such thing as "freedom" in the world. It's just a fictional concept like God, utopia, the world and so on.

But human beings just like things that can't be seen or touched.

Humanity has never changed.

As long as you keep repeating this word, you will become a noble being who is beyond the world, and you will become a saint. They will start believing in you, following you, and even dying for you.

They simply don't know what they want. ”

Ilan looked at the pitch-black figure on the screen and said to himself.

All they want is a "god." ”