Let them offer their loyalty

Dorothy's voice was slightly low. "I don't care how much money she makes in her position, as long as she does her job well. But even so, she chose to betray."

"But these are trivial matters that are not worth mentioning. In the Federation, many people of high positions and power suddenly die on the streets every day. One more Lin Gong will not make a difference. How are things going on the battlefield?"

Dorothy's tone returned to normal. The most important thing now was what was happening on the battlefield.

"The situation on the battlefield is still optimistic. We have captured a relatively important place. But how should I put it... the trap we fell into previously had a huge impact on the battlefield."

Noelle shook her head, looking regretful and guilty.

After all, it was she who sent the psychic there, so she is the one who bears the main responsibility for this matter.

"In addition, the fourth-generation tactical mechas exploded in the industrial zone, and those delicate parts cannot be produced. Currently, soldiers can only use various old versions of prosthetics. These also need to be resolved, etc...."

Noelle had a headache.

"It's okay, Noelle. These things are already being dealt with. Just don't make the same mistake you made last time. I won't blame you. Just like you trust me, I trust you as well, okay?"

Dorothy showed a rare gentleness to Noel, and Noel just nodded silently.

"Thank you, Dorothy, for trusting me at this time. In that case, I will give you a satisfactory answer."

"Then I'm relieved. Noelle, I still have to deal with things in the industrial zone, so let's not talk about it for now."

Dorothy hung up the phone and Noelle looked in front of her, her eyes seemingly drained of life.

"Is it true that helping District 25 is helping the Federation?"

Her hands trembled, and she felt a little ridiculous, and the spirit in her eyes returned to normal.

"That's like saying the water is toxic."

Snapped!

At this moment, there was a sudden snapping sound next to Noel's ear. After hearing the snap, Noel tried to stand up, but sat down directly.

"You did a great job, Noelle. I'll give you another task now... Wait, why is Esni here?"

Ethni?

The one called Valkyrie?

Noelle's mind flashed with memories of Esni, and then she heard a series of Jonas' thoughts.

What, fuck, no, I'm busy with work now, can we talk about these things later?

Who called Ethni here? Who was so brave? They must be severely punished!

In the end, there is a puzzling sentence: The tide is coming in the Qiantang River, and today I know who I am.

Finally, Noelle heard a slightly panting male voice. Although it was also Jonas' voice, it was obviously not as calm as before.

"Noelle, listen to me, you are doing very well now... Why did Esni crawl under the table? Why is there someone outside? Celine, it's her again!"

"Back to business. Now you need to gather the last backbone of the Federation and attack an extremely important strategic point... No! Celine is still in front of the table!"

The voice of the mind link was silent for a while, and then Jonas's helpless voice was heard.

"Forget it, whatever, you two sisters can be a lot of fun together anyway..."

"Noelle, by then, I will be ready at that important strategic point. You have to put all your chips on it, even if others oppose it... No, what will you do after you squeeze me dry?"

Noelle heard a strange voice, and although she was confused, she nodded.

"Anyway, I will send you a message later, and I will send someone to pick you up. Anyway, after this incident, you can't stay in the Federation. Don't worry, I will let you go back later."

Jonas' voice returned to normal as he spoke to Noelle, who nodded with mixed feelings.

Last time I was forcibly abducted, but this time I went there voluntarily. Hmm... why does it feel a little weird?

But helping the 25th District is helping the Federation, right?

"I will follow your instructions."

"When the time comes, I will help you remove this mental seal... But perhaps it will be after Dorothy formally surrenders."

Noelle nodded and waited for Jonas to hang up the mind link.

"Well, Noelle, I'm looking forward to what kind of expression you'll show in front of Dorothy that day. Good night, and bring victory to District 25..."

"Hmm? Angel?"

Chapter 538: The Last Leisure Time

Jonas' words were engraved in Noel's mind. Even if he didn't think about them deliberately, Noel would always recall them and couldn't help but start repeating Jonas' words unconsciously.

In Noel's bedroom, the light spots symbolizing the federal camp were constantly flashing. Some of them turned gray, while others lit up again, indicating that new camps had been occupied.

"How can we make it the same as last time?"

Do the same thing again?

Not quite.

For Noelle now, mobilizing psychics is a rather difficult task, or it is somewhat difficult for her. The news of her defeat on the battlefield has spread, and now only Dorothy trusts her. Other families are unwilling to hand over high-quality psychics to her.

Even if Dorothy sent all the psychics of the Mison family to the battlefield, it would not be enough to destroy the backbone of the Federation in one go. She had to place all her bets on it at once.

"We need a bait, but the bait must be something that the Federation is interested in, and it must also make the families that have been frightened by Dorothy contribute enough psykers."

Noelle thought quietly. Because she was a federal, she knew the characters of the people from the upper-class families. Even though she was frightened by Dorothy, she wanted to save as much as possible, or leave some so-called military force for her family.

It's completely different from Jonas's side.

Jonas basically always keeps his word.

"This bait must be provided by District 25, and the Federation must also be interested and invest enough psykers and fourth-generation tactical mechas."

Just when Noelle was worried, a message suddenly came through the communication.

It was a communication from Dorothy.

"Dorothy, what's wrong?"

"Noelle, something is wrong. The technical department conducted research on the place where the fourth-generation tactical mecha exploded. They found that the fourth-generation tactical mecha in Area 25 has become different from ours in terms of energy and mecha materials."

Dorothy's image appeared in front of Noelle. "They are constantly acquiring new technologies over there. Although we are also researching here, we can't make a breakthrough in a short period of time, so I think we can't delay it any longer."

"So Dorothy, what do you mean?"

"We need to launch an attack on District 25 that is powerful enough to overwhelm them while we still have the upper hand. We only have this one chance. This is a big gamble, Noelle."

Dorothy paused, as if giving Noelle some time to think. It was indeed risky to pin all success or failure on one battle, but District 25 seemed to have a treasure bag and kept pulling out new things. If it dragged on like this, the advantage would slowly turn into a disadvantage.

Noelle took a deep breath, her eyes sparkling.

"Indeed not Dorothy, I understand what you mean, but we need a perfect plan. We cannot let any possible mistakes affect our battle situation."

Dorothy nodded. "Then we need an absolute bait. You said before that we had to get it from District 25, but now it seems that we may have to pay a price ourselves."

Noelle knew what was going on: "You mean..."

"Yes." Dorothy interrupted Noelle, "We may need to sacrifice some important psykers and tactical mechas just to lure the main force of the Federation here and then encircle and suppress them."

Noelle was silent for a moment. "This is a huge risk, but we have no other choice, Dorothy. I believe you. We need to make a plan immediately. Time is running out."

"Then I'll contact you later, Noelle."

Dorothy's tone softened: "Noelle, you should take a good rest during this period. This may be the last rest time. I will observe the situation on the battlefield with you. Together with you, we can definitely make Jonas pay the price."

"I see, Dorothy. Is everything stable in the Federation? We don't need to worry about it for now?"

"Don't worry, the Federation is more stable than before. Once the Mison Family shows their authority, they will be driven around like dogs. For such people, an iron fist is necessary. It turns out that the Mison Family was too gentle before."

Noelle nodded, agreeing with Dorothy's statement. Although he didn't want to admit it, Jonas used all kinds of threats and inducements to make the families in District 25 obey him, and Jonas basically had the final say there.

He once said a very classic sentence in front of himself.

"If Miss Noelle is willing, we can do something like a plot from an old novel. The weather turns cold, and a certain consortium goes bankrupt. This will also satisfy your wish to weaken District 25."

Although it was just a joke, Jonas can obviously do these things.

"Then let's do this first, Dorothy. Since you plan to put everything on the line, you must be prepared. Everything in the Federation needs to be taken care of. We can't let the previous situation happen again."

"I know, Noelle, so you should have a good rest from now on."

The call was disconnected, leaving Noelle alone staring at the wall in front of her. After a while, she dialed Jonas's mental link and waited for a few seconds before she was connected to Jonas.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong? Oh, no, it was your sister yesterday. Why are you here today too? And at this time... Noelle, what's wrong? Tell me."

The situation over there seemed to be slowly returning to calm, and Noelle began to reply: "The plan has changed. Dorothy is going to put everything on the line in the next battle."

"Oh."

Jonas's response was unexpectedly calm. His panic didn't seem to be as great as the emotional fluctuations he had just encountered when he was on the line. To him, Dorothy's change of strategy seemed to be a very normal thing.

"It should be that he saw that our fourth-generation tactical mecha has undergone comprehensive innovations, and he didn't want to delay any longer. He wanted to gamble everything while he still had a little advantage."

Jonas' tone was slightly amused: "Unfortunately, the last bit of advantage she saw on the battlefield was also given to her by us... When a person's eyes are full of falsehoods, how can she get real information?"

Noelle nodded, calm.

"Whenever there is any arrangement, please tell me, Miss Noelle. After the incident is over, I will try my best to meet the requirements given by Miss Noelle."

"Of course, after removing the steel seal on your mind. Then, let's enjoy this last leisure time."

The war is coming.

Chapter 539 Hello everyone, today I will give you something you want to hear

There was no need for too many words or any pre-war mobilization. The war became intense in an instant.

The federal machine was in full operation, and all the battles before this seemed as simple as playing house. Fortunately, District 25 was prepared, and after a brief panic, they reacted immediately.

On the smoke-filled battlefield, countless soldiers were running and fighting in the flames of war. The sky was filled with the roar of artillery fire and the scream of fighter planes, while the ground was a world full of dust and blood.

Every soldier's eyes are filled with fear and determination. In this cruel land, only by fighting can they find hope for survival.

"Run it for me!"

"District 25 is not like the Federation, where you don't get paid or benefits! Look at those notices from District 25, aren't you tempted? Those are credit points that you can spend your whole life!"

"There are also those medical robots that were once only used by big shots! And there are also nanorobots from the Alt Corporation! What are you afraid of! As long as you don't die instantly! The Alt Corporation can heal you!"

Following the commander's order, the mercenaries from District 25 shouted and rushed towards the federal positions. The sounds of machine gun fire and artillery explosions echoed in their ears. Every step forward could be the end of their lives, but compared to the fear of death, the longing for their homes, or the longing for their families, they wanted to earn a lot of credit points on this battlefield.

If it wasn't for credit points, who would go to this shitty battlefield?

The fourth-generation tactical mechas roared wildly on the battlefield, spewing out all kinds of flames and missiles. The tracks of the new tanks rolled over the wilderness, leaving deep ruts.

Fighter planes circled in the sky, dropping seeds of death. The flames of the explosions dyed the sky red. Every federal soldier was covered in dirt and blood, and their eyes revealed their fear and helplessness of the war.

"Fuck you, why do we have to work for the federation? They don't pay us! We can't use the medical resources at the back! Will they give the pension to my family after we die?"

"No, why did a guy whose arm was blown off by the Federation get a new prosthetic arm in less than 20 minutes? It seems like he was not injured at all. How can we fight him?"

"Aren't those damn psykers very powerful? Why do they need us to be cannon fodder? They get the most money, but we have to lose our lives in vain?"

Compared to the high morale of the 25th District, the morale of the Federation was as low as a dog with a broken spine. Especially when they saw the fourth-generation tactical mechas reaping lives over there and the soldiers with broken arms and legs being blown off, they were replaced with new prosthetics and went back to fight after a while, they were mentally devastated.

They have some on their side too, but they are clearly far behind, and due to previous events, the trust of the Federation among the soldiers who originally came from the Federation has dropped to freezing point.

As night falls, the battlefield is filled with smoke and the smell of blood. Night is the main battlefield for the fourth-generation tactical mechas. The federal soldiers hiding in the night are like being put into a meat grinder. Their positions are unable to prevent the invasion of enough fourth-generation tactical mechas and are directly turned into ruins.

"For bastards like you, there is no extra time. Every time you kill someone, you can earn an extra credit point! Time is money, bastards!"

The commander's curse was harsh, but it only further aroused the bloodiness of the soldiers in District 25.

Following the commander's order, the soldiers rushed towards the federal position under the cover of tanks and mechas. The missile launchers mounted on the tanks sprayed gifts from death, while the fourth-generation tactical mechas were devastating the front line. They bombarded the enemy's defenses, and the explosion of each shell shook the federal position.

"Where are our fourth-generation tactical mechas? Hurry up!"

The Federation was not completely powerless to fight back, perhaps it was because after the morning chaos, a new batch of fourth-generation tactical mechas and reinforcements arrived, allowing them to regain their confidence.

In the air, swarms of drones fly at low altitudes. Their fuselages are equipped with high-definition cameras and sensors to provide commanders with real-time battlefield intelligence. At the same time, they also carry small missiles to carry out precise strikes on important enemy targets.

On the other side of the battlefield, hacker groups are frantically attacking the enemy's communication system and mecha control network. Every successful intrusion will cause the enemy to fall into chaos and lose control of the war machine.

This is where the real killing comes into play.

"Fuck, who is this person with the ID "For Lord Jonas"? He is so powerful. He can hack into the other side with this name and blast the screen directly. It scares me just by looking at him!"