Sikh Town, 20 km north of Bellerriff Forest

The 4th Wing of the 2nd Division of the Imperial Army was stationed on the Garia side

"Is what you said true?!" Wing Commander Young Lieutenant Colonel Chikoev, who was dressed in the purple and gorgeous military uniform of the Empire, stared coldly at the face of the advance squadron leader Mike Veitch, who had come to report the results of the reconnaissance. His eyes revealed distrust and dissatisfaction with the officer in front of him.

"Yes...... Yes, Wing Commander!"

Looking up, he glanced up at his boss and replied nervously. It stands to reason that he is a veteran who has been in the army for more than ten years and has seen a lot of the world. But at this time, McKeitch was still nervously sweating, the sweat from the steel helmet dripping onto the earthy brown military uniform, and behind him, the metal armor was already soaked with sweat.

Because the person in front of him is a man who is known as a cold-blooded captain! It is said that the number of soldiers executed by his orders alone would add up to enough to form another squadron.

'If you let him know that the advance team was killed by knives and grenades of his own people...... ' McVich's face turned purple at the thought of this.

'Definitely going to be shot!'

"I ask you if it's true?!" the lieutenant colonel asked again sternly

"Yes! Your Excellency, Wing Commander! Our squadron found an unknown number of regular Gallia troops in the woodland while reconnoitring the Bellerriff Woodland! After an exchange of fire with them, the enemy retreated on their own initiative! We lost six infantry and several were wounded!"

Straightening his back, the squadron leader plucked up all his courage on the coffee table and lied

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"Oh, the regular army of Galia, in the Forest of Bellerive, haven't they already gone to the south in the Lando Bassa area?"

Hearing that there was a discrepancy between the information received by the reconnaissance team and the information obtained by headquarters, the wing leader frowned.

"It's all a lie anyway, so let's make it up to the end!"

"Yes! The regular army of Galia was found near the woodland! The number is unknown! But the other party does not seem to be in love with the war, and after a short contact, they voluntarily evacuated!"

'It's come to this, and in order to survive, I can only tell the lie to the end!'

'As long as it is said that the Gallia army retreated on its own initiative, then there is no way to verify!'

McKevich felt that his words were unassailable, and as long as his teammates didn't talk nonsense, he was fine. But thinking about it again, he felt that this kind of thinking was a bit redundant, who in the whole team would take the initiative to talk to him, a perverted murderer, except for his friend adjutant?!

"Yes. It seems that the Gallia army, which has more backbone than expected (and unfortunately, disappointed you), actually knows how to organize resistance in the forest areas where our army is not easy to spread, and slow down the advance of our army...... (It's all about thinking too much)"

Holding the table with both hands, looking at the map spread out on the large table of the headquarters, the more he looked, the more excited the Wing Captain Chikoev became.

Suddenly, he seemed to have made some decision and looked up. There was a fierce glint in his eyes.

"Now I command!"

"Smack!" "Smack!" "Smack!"

Hearing the cold-blooded lieutenant colonel's voice, everyone in the command put down their work and looked at Wing Captain Chikoev. Waiting for his orders.

Looking around, looking at everyone in front of him standing and staring at him, afraid of himself, afraid of himself, waiting for his own orders, Chikoev felt a great satisfaction in his distorted vanity.

This is what Chikoev had in mind, simple, crude, outrageous......

This is also a portrayal of many people in the empire who have had dark experiences.

"I order: the 1st Brigade, the 2nd Brigade, and the Chariot Brigade to immediately proceed to the Bellerive Woodland and clear the area around the woodland of all resistance.

At the same time, report to the division:

In order to open the passage for our troops to march to the south as soon as possible, Wing Commander Chikoev of the Fourth Wing will lead all the tanks and most of the infantry under his command to the Beleriv area and completely wipe out the Gallia Army entrenched here! ”

"Captain, the specific goal of our march is ......," Adjutant Keiyou asked.

Hearing the adjutant's words and glancing at the map, Chikoev stretched out his hand and pointed to an area on the map

"The whole of Bellerriff Woodland, and the small town of Brulou in the southern part of the woodland. ”

―――――――――― General Juntai's Mansion――――――――――――

Outside the Bellerive Woodland, in the emergency room of General Juntai's mansion, the operation is still going on. It has been 2 hours since the surgery began.

............

"Alicia, hemostat!"

"Give. ”

"It's not this, it's the small one. ”

"I'm sorry. ”

............

"Be careful of Isara, here are the lobes of the lungs, and they must not be bruised. ”

"Brother, don't stop spraying!"

"Okay. ”

............

"Now there's the final step, which is to close the wound. ”

"I'll do this! I've done it before in the Self-Defense Corps. ”

"Okay"

............

Finally, after the minute hand had circled the dial three times, the operation was over.

"Ha-I'm so tired~ I didn't expect the surgery to be so tiring. ”

Coming out of the operating room, turning her arms and moving her legs, Alicia said

"I'm sorry, but Miss Alicia can't rest right now. ”

Isara also came out of the operating room, holding a tube with needles at both ends.

"Huh?!" Alicia didn't understand.

"The results of the blood test just now show that only your blood can match the blood of the injured person, so ......" Isara gestured as she held up the needle in her hand.

"By the way, there's also a blood transfusion. So what do I need to do?"

Although she was tired, Alicia accepted the reality that she was going to donate blood without hesitation, and behaved very calmly.

"You don't need anything, just sit on this bed, a little higher than the recipient. Then Isara brought a taller stool for Alicia to sit on.

"Got it, let's get started~" With a smile, Alicia reached out and showed her arm.

"Because of the urgency of time, it is difficult for us to determine the flow of blood directly transfusion, so your own feelings are important, if Miss Alicia feels dizzy or dizzy or something, please say it as soon as possible! We can't put one person in danger in order to save another!" Isara said seriously in her gentle voice

"Okay, got it, let's start quickly~" As if not taking Isara's words too seriously, Alicia put her hand on the table, ready to draw blood.

"Well, I'm going to go down!

Then, Isara connected the tube to the needle, plunged one end into the wounded boy's vein, tied a slipknot, and inserted the other head into Alicia's vein.

Looking at the boy who watched his blood slowly flow towards the seriously injured boy, Alicia thought silently:

"It's going to get better, you're going to get better~"

Thinking about it, Alicia, who was extremely tired, sat down and fell asleep.