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]]]" Smack. ”

"Boom!"

A snap of the fingers, and the flame after it, took away not only the death of the enemy, but also the innocence and dreams of the past.

Listening to the screams coming from the Ishbal positions, the voices of the soldiers scorched by the flames, Mastan's face was solemn.

For two months, Mastan burned from the outskirts of the city to the edge of the city's core in Xicheng District, burning too much.

There were too many screams, too many corpses and human flesh were smelled, and the disgusting smell of fat burning.

"Smack"

"Boom—"

I remember the first time I burned people, burned all the rebels in the enemy's position, and Mastan, who smelled the smell of barbecued meat, lay on the ground and vomited for half an hour, vomiting everything he had eaten for the day. But now......

"Ah!! Help! Help! ”

Watching the enemies rolling and struggling in the fire, Mastan was used to it. Get used to it thoroughly.

After the first time he burned people, he asked because of the disgusting barbecue, and for a whole week, Mastan did not touch the meat during the meal. Because when I see the meat, I think of the corpses of the enemy who were roasted and charred by themselves in the position.

"The task of annihilation of this street is complete, thank you Lieutenant Colonel Mastan~"

The commander saluted Mastan with a smile on his face.

Thanks to him, the mission of annihilation in the Eighth District can be completed so quickly, and in another week at most, the mission of the Eighth District will be completed. Become the third region in the whole of Ishbal to complete the mission of annihilation.

"Nothing, it's just my job."

And now, Mastan has completely adapted to this feeling of burning human beings, watching the burning human flesh on the battlefield without vomiting, listening to the hellish screams of the enemy without shivering, eating roast beef and pork in lunch, and not being unable to eat because of the thought of those humans who were burned by himself, and his body has completely adapted to this task of being used as a human weapon.

"Lieutenant Colonel is too modest, when the annihilation mission is completed, I will report your results to the higher authorities and ask for credit for you."

"It's not about the credit, it's just about the task."

But the body adapts, but the mind doesn't.

Deep down, Mastan is still wrestling with his inner conscience and past expectations.

Torture yourself with your own flames.

Is it right to do it yourself? Is it really right that I went against the will of my teacher and became a lackey of the army, and became a human weapon to destroy the people?

"It's too much of a hindrance to clean up the body and put it here."

"It's not easy to do, Commander, it's all stuck to the ground."

Is alchemy, which is supposed to serve the public, really the right thing to do with the results of the teacher's life's work on the misery of living beings?

Mastan didn't have an answer yet, but he felt it was wrong to do so.

He felt that he had failed to meet the expectations of his teachers, to the expectations of Lisa Hawke, and to the persistence and oaths he and Suz had made in the military cadet school.

Unlike rhetoric, Shoz is only trying to survive on the battlefield, because he is an ordinary person and needs to do everything in his power just to survive.

Therefore, his thoughts and choices are more simple.

But what about Mastan?

"Lieutenant Colonel Mastan! Where is Lieutenant Colonel Mastan? ”

As a human weapon, as a powerful alchemist who can easily decide and turn the tide of local battles on the battlefield, he has more options than Shuz.

Kill more, burn some. Burn your enemies to the ground, or burn them alive, or scorch, or roast meat.

A little more delicate, baked medium rare, medium rare...... Fully cooked...... can be decided.

He can also choose to escape, refuse to use his strength, or passively resist, and it is okay to play soy sauce on the battlefield.

Compared with Xiuz, who is forced to survive, Mastan has to endure much harsher inner and conscience tortures, because ......

He has a choice.

Choose to stick to your beliefs, not to kill the enemy, and let the enemy kill you or your comrades. Or kill the enemy to protect those around you.

And in the end......

"I'm here, what's the matter?"

Mastan chose the second, to kill the enemy and protect himself and his own people.

It was a decision made by him, a mighty but yet so weak Mastan in the middle of a grain of sand.

"The president has sent an order to transfer you to the second district to support the operation."

The military order of the Grand President cannot be changed and cannot be shaken, because after these two months of fighting, Mastan understands one thing.

In this military dictatorship, the president is the absolute authority, the presidential decree is the supreme decree, the president's will determines the direction of the country, and the president's words and deeds are all the 'truths' of the government.

"Understood, I'll report for duty this afternoon."

If you want to change something, relying on the weak power of one person is absolutely not enough.

It's too much strength and help needed.

Just like on the battlefield, a person's strength is so small, even if the national alchemist who is used as a human weapon is just an ordinary human being.

"By the way, why did you suddenly transfer me to the second district? The mission of the Eighth District isn't over yet, is it? ”

Looking at the commander who was hysterical for a while because he had lost his top combat power, but still had no choice but to carry out the order, Mastan's feeling was even stronger.

Go up! Climb up! Keep going up!

"I don't know, it's a decision made by the president."

The secretary of the herald did not answer Mastan's question, because, as Mastan understood, the president's orders were absolute authority and did not need any explanation at all, and as a soldier, he could only carry them out unconditionally.

"But...... Your new commander in Sector 2 has changed a bit. You need to pay attention to this. ”

It seems that some problems were taken into account, and the secretary finally came up with this sentence

"Change? Has the commander of the 2nd district changed? ”

"Not really, but there have been some adjustments to the sequence of operations in the southern region."

Considering that Mastan was about to take up the flank cover job of the southern attack, the secretary said a few more words

"The southern region will be used as a key attack area, and the Southern Raiders Command will be established from today, with four annihilation zone commands under its jurisdiction, and the commander is your fellow disciple, Colonel Estes."

Estes, Aisha, the younger sister of Mastan who has not seen her for more than half a year, her own classmate, has become her superior.

Now, I have to work under my sister.