"Does his reward point earn? I think he's the least rewarding! ”

You Shan Jian was first surprised that Song Jing asked such a question, and then replied after thinking.

Song Jing showed an expected expression on his face, and said faintly, "If you remember his recent performance, you won't be surprised."

"It's like we discussed whether or not to come to the front line or that time!"

Yuyama Ken's mouth opened wide, unexpectedly for such a thing.

"Yes, whether it's Monte, or me, or even you, I don't think anyone will tolerate any more instability."

Song Jing said calmly, "The best thing to say is that like before, nothing happened to us, but ......"

"Come on, it's time to make a decision!"

Monte put away the bandage from Alexander's hand, picked up his gun and handed it to him

"Do you want to follow us on, or do you ...... Make a decision! ”

Alexander looked up and stared deeply at Monte, and the two of them said no more.

"Poof"

A small gunshot rang out, and Song Jing and You Shanjian, who were originally talking in a whisper, immediately became vigilant, picked up their respective rifles and looked around, but it was still the same scene of sand and stones.

At this moment, Monte opened half of the door, leaned out to look around, and then said to the two men on guard.

"Come in!"

After entering, the first thing that caught my eye was the liberated Central Army soldier, who was not breathing, with a conspicuous fatal wound on his heart, tilted his head and spread out in the corner. Another figure was seen sitting against the wall, head bowed, silent.

In the end, Song Jing looked at Monte, hoping to hear the result in his heart, and saw that he shook his head, and said, "After going back, apply for a transfer for him, according to our merits, there will be no punishment for coming to the space." ”

Song Jing thought for a while and didn't say anything, just pointed to the dead soldier and asked

"The result?"

Monte glanced at Alexander and said.

"There are rewards, there are no punishments."

Song Jing and Monte glanced at each other, thinking to themselves, 'According to the ruthless iron rule of the Lord God, it seems that the plan is going to be changed. ’

Chuo City, the venue of the presidential press conference, the emergency press conference.

"I have summoned you here because the battle situation on the front line has changed, and according to the information from the front, the Ishbal people are still stubborn and stubbornly resisting, and they have given us huge losses at noon today."

The noisy discussion gradually sounded among the reporters and envoys of various countries, and the president, who was full of energy, paused as he spoke, and majestically glanced at the delegates present, and the noise suddenly stopped.

With a wave of his hand, the President declared forcefully: "In view of the fact that the Ishbars have unjustifiably disturbed the stability of the country and continue to endanger the peace of the country, and have caused great human and property losses in the country, it is decided to intensify the punishment of the Ishbars until they have no resistance." ”

"Boom"

There was an uproar among the media and delegates of various countries.

The white light of the cameras on the scene kept flickering, and the media rushed to record this historic moment, as if they had been beaten with blood, and immediately began to talk about it.

"It's finally begun"

"After so many years, it's long overdue!"

"Big News"

The envoys of various countries exchanged views silently, among which the ambassador of Dolachma and the ambassador of Alluge next to him glanced at each other and whispered.

"It seems that we can know more about Amystolis this time"

"I'm very optimistic about the national alchemists they have cultivated, and they must have great war potential."

In the Ishuvar area of the sandy landscape, in fact, long before the president issued the war mobilization, the Central Military Department had already reacted to the defeat at the front line, and directly sent a group army of mixed national alchemists to attack, with a total of three divisions of troops, two divisions advancing directly to Moore City, while attacking along the resisting cities, while collecting the remnants of the collapsed battle line.

The last division was stationed in a number of major cities with the previous defenders, protecting the logistics routes and quelling the rebellion of the civilians of Ishbal in the city, with more Quad troops to support them.

"So what are the chances of the Ishbals winning?"

Roy. Mastan stood on the boulder, looking around at the desolate sandy landscape of the Ishbal region, and muttered quietly.

"Roy. Major Mastan? ”

The sound of greetings was accompanied by the noise of trucks transporting troops rubbing against the gravel road.

Mastan turned sideways in the twilight and saw a tall, powerful man with muscles like a military uniform, holding a military hat in his left hand and wearing a white trench coat walking towards him in the wind and sand of the truck.

Wait until the man came to him, Roy. Mastan wasn't surprised, but was a little disappointed.

"Well, Major Alex didn't expect you to come anyway."

Alex Louis Armstrong replied with a smile.

"There's always something we have to do, isn't it? …… I've heard of the alchemist who went to war like crazy to the front. ”

As he spoke, Alex put away his smile and asked.

"From what I know of you, this is not just for the sake of the military department, in the words of their current reputation......"

Roy. Mastan asked, taking the focus away from Alex and projecting it behind him, looking at the endless stream of troop carriers.

"Why did this war last for seven years?"

Alex is silent to the right, strategy? Tactics? Conspiracy? With better equipment, more professional military literacy, more abundant troops, and more stable logistics than the Ishbals, why did this war that should have been one-sided drag on for so long?

Could it be that the poor living conditions created the tenacious national will of the Ishbal people, and then led to the erosion of the war situation? No, why didn't Amesstoris and the national alchemists who had been waiting by the Central Army fight before.

All in all, the disparity in combat power is so huge, but it still fights for so long. In Mastan's opinion, if the national alchemists had been dispatched before, the Ishbals would have been defeated in less than a month.

Surrounded by powerful countries around you, what do you want to do for so long, self-consumption, or hide your strength? But the national alchemist has been in the open and honest existence for many years, not to mention the internal troubles, how to deal with the outside?!

"No matter what kind of considerations were used to make that choice, now that it is time for us to act, then I will use my hands to end this bitter war as soon as possible."

Roy. Mastan put his hands in the pockets on both sides of his trench coat, looked back at the starry sky that was gradually appearing, and said resolutely, no one knew how tightly those hands were clenched.

Amestolis Non-commissioned Officer School, outside the principal's office.

Lisa Hawk Ai sat on a bench in the hallway, her head held high, her eyes not squinting. The benches were all outstanding cadets of the non-commissioned officer school, who had received orders to gather here this afternoon.

"Next group", the male assistant to the principal with a serious face opened the door and said loudly.

The five people on Lisa Hawk's bench immediately stood up in unison and stepped into the office one by one.

Inside was the smiling non-commissioned officer school principal Stanley. Jonathan, the serious-looking military commissioner Dick. Major General McCarthy and a few assistants, a few of whom sat across from Lisa Hawk and the others.

"Zhujun is the trump card of our non-commissioned officer school, in view of the anxious battle situation on the front line, the military department has decided to send Zhujun to the front line to support immediately, do you have any questions?"

The headmaster gradually put away his smiling face, crossed his hands, propped himself up on the log desk, and said to Lisa Hawk and the others solemnly.

Lisa Hawk Eyre stepped on her feet together, gave a military salute, and replied with a full sense of emotion.

"No, I am willing to serve the country!"

The headmaster nodded in satisfaction, stretched out his hand and waved to the commissioner.

"We all know the great talents of your lords, Commissioner Dick. On behalf of the Military Department, Major General McCarthy will arrange your duties according to your abilities, and I believe that your talents will not be wasted. ”

Immediately introduced to the correspondent Dick. Major General McCarthy nodded.

"In the future, I hope you will achieve something!"

Listening to the words of the headmaster and the others, Lisa Hawk couldn't help but imagine the fierce battle on the front line, and the man who existed there at the same time, facing hell without fear.

Against the dark background, the scorching air slammed in, and the embers of the shards drifted in all directions, and the man in the white gloves stood silently, his eyes clearly reflecting the people wailing and struggling in the sea of fire.