Before he could finish his sentence, Filia screamed in a rage, "Frederick will never be cowardly!" and she lifted her feet, drew her sword, and stunned her like an angry little leopard. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

She kicked Vincent in the tail vertebrae first, and the hard knight's steel boots nearly kicked Vincent into a bow.

Vincent threw himself forward with furious eyes and fell to his knees.

In a flash of lightning, Philia pulled out the Wind King's heavy sword and slammed the hilt of her backhand into Vincent's second cervical vertebrae. The suit made a muffled crushing sound, and Vincent fell like mud.

Then, Filia slammed her sword into the wooden floor, the blade sinking three inches into the red carpet. Then the female knight gritted her teeth and pulled Vincent's head, and decisively tore the zipper of the anti-nuclear suit, so that the anti-nuclear suit not only suddenly opened, but was also pushed to Vincent's shoulder, allowing the pale Vincent to breathe fresh air.

Vincent wakes up rolling his eyes and finds that his anti-nuclear suit has been taken off, and immediately panics, scratching Filia desperately and trying to reseal the suit.

"I can't stand you anymore!" "You slander Frederick all the time, but he always has someone else in his heart, and you? And you! You only have yourself in your heart!

Frederick stooped down to grasp Filia's steel gauntlet, motioning for her to stop. Filia's eyes widened, she gasped violently, her long eyelashes trembled a few times, and then she restrained her emotions, straightened her waist indifferently, drew her sword and returned it to its sheath, stared at Vincent and said, "On behalf of the officer corps, I impeach Lieutenant Vincent for attacking the leader." He was required to be suspended immediately. ”

Vincent, with the help of several brigadier generals, clumsily put on the anti-nuclear suit. Vincent clutched the opening like a plastic bag, like a garlic reaching out and grabbing the green sprout on his head. But Vincent was sneering, and the laughter got carried away, as if he had won the world.

He observes that even when he makes a desperate showdown on a big occasion, Filia is the only one who reacts violently. What's even more outrageous is that those few young brigadier generals who don't squeak have been silently extending a helping hand, sometimes helping him, sometimes helping him seal the anti-nuclear suit, and other high-ranking generals have remained silent.

It is obvious that these young men need military merit to be promoted, they need loot to make a fortune, and they are eager to push the battle line to the sky.

The current officer corps, supported by wartime emergency decrees, is rising in power. Military production, order profits, resource allocation, division of labor, these chains of interests are all inserted in the officer corps. If peace is returned, the officer corps must relinquish power, must take a back seat, must cut the chain of interests with its own hands - the spontaneous reluctance to give rise is as natural as the patient's attachment to his oxygen tube.

So, Vincent knew he was right - he spoke the suppressed voice of the officer corps: "Conquest to the end of the world!"

Even if Vincent was taken off his anti-nuclear suit, even if he was exposed to a high-intensity nuclear radiation environment, even if he was angry, afraid, and hateful, he still dared to giggle and sneer. Because he finally confirmed that he Vincent was not alone. As long as the ambition to conquer the world burns in the hearts of human beings, everyone is called Vincent.

"I'm not the only one living in a condom. We're all people in a suit, whether it's plastic or steel. Vincent stared at Filia and let out a prodigal laugh, "What's the use of you staring at me, you have the ability to take off my Holy Light armor and hug the cannonball with your flesh." Why, you can't take it off, right?"

Frederick suddenly realized that this was a showdown. Like Isaac, Vincent is enlisting the support of interest groups. And the Holy Light technology played a decisive role in the actual battle, allowing Vincent to have a gold medal to avoid death.

He immediately turned his face and tried to calm the situation before everyone realized it.

Then, with indifference, Frederick lifted his ten-pound steel boot and stomped Vincent to the ground, glaring up at the four brigadier generals, and scaring the young officer away with his gaze.

Then, the president put a force on his feet, and Vincent screamed like a donkey, depriving him of the ability to refute.

Finally, Frederick stepped on the technical advisers, hunched over his knees, and looked indifferent under his visor: "Listen, no one can force me to maintain a war that the German people do not like. Including you, Vincent. From this day forward, it is your duty to maintain the replenishment and regeneration of the armor of the Holy Light, because you must be faithful to the two bars and one star on the epaulettes. Since this is an obligation that you will fight for at all costs, welcome to the world of soldiers, my friend. ”

The bargaining chips Vincent used were turned into duties by Frederick's words.

"What if I refuse?" Vincent thought there was room for negotiation.

Admiral Farina answered categorically: "You will be on the list of martyrs, and we will give you a decent state funeral." ”

Vincent realizes that he has met a hooligan.

"Damn. I thought it was a group of faces. Vincent shouted that he had made a mistake, hating himself for underestimating the enemy, and really not treating the president as a hooligan.

"I'll do my part. Vincent told himself to be able to bend and stretch. He counted his fingers and found bitterly that he had been giving in, never stretching.

Frederick patted Vincent's nuclear mask with his scabbard, then removed his steel boots and stared at the brigadier generals, "Does anyone have any objections to this?"

The brigadier generals hurriedly straightened their chests, put their heels together with a "snap", straightened their throats and shouted: "No objection!"

"Good. Frederick turned to look at the parade and stroked the hair from Filia's face.

The female knight turned her head to look at the president.

"Your hair is messed up. Frederick smiled quietly, and only then turned his head to look at her: "You don't have to hit someone too hard. ”

Filia pursed her lips and smiled, turning her head to look at the army, the moontip at the corner of her mouth was a little charming.