Let them offer their loyalty

"Is this true? Let me see what's going on. Wait, how did dozens of people besiege her and then she was killed by a direct attack? This is too exaggerated. The information was directly injected into their brains. The hackers in the Federation must be crazy, right?"

"No way! How come our information is directly open? The group of mercenaries told me that a map suddenly appeared in front of them, and most of the opposing points appeared on the map. It was like turning on a full-screen perspective hack, and they directly let me see where you are. I don't know how to fight the Federation. Hurry up!"

Information warfare is the most important part of war. If you have information, you have everything. Obviously, the various information held by District 25 far surpasses that of the Federation.

All missiles and fourth-generation tactical mechas can find the enemy's positions and directly carry out a tactical bombing on the federal camp. Although the federal side can also counterattack, due to the lack of enough information, it can only be like a blind man groping in the dark. Although it is also a bombing, it is obviously not as efficient as that of District 25.

Every explosion made the federal soldiers' hearts tighten, and every bombardment made their positions shaky.

The communication system was not cut off directly, but instead an extremely high-decibel screaming noise was heard, making the already upset federal soldiers even more unbearable, and they wanted to shoot themselves to death.

The federal soldiers, who had been barely encouraged by their previous slight advantage, now didn't even want to fight, but they had no choice but to charge forward under the order to execute deserters.

Gradually, the gap on the battlefield could be seen with the naked eye. Even if the federal positions in other places broke through the positions of District 25, District 25 still had the advantage on the main battlefield.

The meat grinder never stopped, putting everyone's death into the blade.

At this moment, a deep male voice rang out in the federal soldiers' communication system.

"Hello everyone, I am the boss of the Alt Group in District 25. Um, you can call me Mr. Jonas. Today I will tell you something you would like to hear."

Chapter 540: Even the referee is my man!

When Jonas' voice appeared on the communication channel, the federal battlefield commander began to feel something was wrong.

What? You asked about the communication channel for soldiers on the battlefield. Why did he know about it too?

It would be better to ask Jonas why he was bold enough to directly access his communication channel without any cover-up. Isn't this just treating him as an air man?

"Let me be frank. At this moment, in such a tense situation, I should not make an opening statement, nor should I say nonsense, because every second of delay on the battlefield may cost someone's life."

Jonas's voice sounded slowly, which seemed out of place in the meat grinder-like battlefield.

"But everyone, to show my sincerity, didn't you notice that the people from District 25 have stopped firing? Of course, in return, you also have to keep your guns closed. If I hear gunshots anywhere, I will cover that area with all my firepower within one minute."

"To make a long story short, everyone, surrender."

After Jonas finished speaking, the entire battlefield almost came closer for two or three seconds.

"boom!"

Someone didn't believe it and fired a shot at the soldiers in District 25 in the distance. The next second, both the fourth-generation tactical mechas in District 25 and the tactical mechas of the Federation opened fire directly on his area, carrying out various fire coverage.

Even the Federation's fourth-generation tactical mechas have directly betrayed the enemy.

Even the mechas on our side were directly controlled. How can we fight?

The smoke on the battlefield gradually dissipated. Jonas' words made the already tense atmosphere even more depressing. The federal soldiers exchanged glances with each other. Doubt, fear, and distrust - these emotions flowed among them.

"Jonas wants us to surrender? Is this a trap?"

"How is this possible?" Another soldier holding a sniper rifle bit his lip, his voice filled with fear. "We are hostile to District 25. How could they let us surrender instead of completely destroying us?"

However, some soldiers expressed understanding.

A wounded soldier gasped, his prosthetic half broken. "Maybe Jonas is really tired of this war. If he really wants to end it all, why don't we give him a chance? Besides, it seems that the Federation was the first to attack District 25."

"Are you crazy?" another soldier shouted angrily, "This is obviously a trap! Once we lay down our weapons, they will kill us all without hesitation! Even if we surrender, what will happen to our families in the Federation? If we surrender now, the people behind us will just shoot us!"

"No, if Jonas really wanted to destroy us, he wouldn't have to ask us to surrender. He is fully capable of destroying us directly when we are least prepared. He must have his reasons for doing so."

The battlefield was like a frying pan with water poured into it, boiling instantly.

"I know you are skeptical about this, but don't worry, you have enough time to think about it." Jonas snapped his fingers and made a final announcement: "The online game cannot be paused. In five seconds, the war will resume."

The sound of gunfire resounded on the battlefield.

In the office of the Alte Foundation, Jonas finished his speech and took a sip of coffee to moisten his lips.

"Mr. Jonas, because of your whim, I'm afraid Iris will be tired for a long time."

Eiffel stood beside Jonas and gave a reminder.

"Then I can only say sorry... I will go see her later. Besides, this is not a spur of the moment decision."

Jonas put down his coffee cup, shook his head, and smiled. "This has a very serious impact on the morale of the Federation. The soldiers of the Federation will think, Jonas is so arrogant, their communication system has been hacked, why didn't the Federation do anything?"

"Yeah, if someone were to talk nonsense for nearly three minutes in front of us..."

"That's impossible. I have absolute trust in Iris and Esni. As long as I find out where that person is, Esni will bring him to me within a minute."

Jonas crossed his hands and yawned lazily, as if he was completely relaxed after doing all this.

"The attitude towards the soldiers and the things that had happened before were like a boomerang hitting them on the head. The things that had happened in the Federation that had caused a loss of credibility were like firewood piled up like fuel under the stake."

Jonas tapped the table nonchalantly. “The things they don’t care about will slowly turn into flames that crawl over them, and then start to set their clothes and hair on fire.”

"I don't need the soldiers of the Federation to think that District 25 is so good. I just need to make the soldiers of the Federation think that the Federation is worse than District 25."

"Perhaps they will not choose to surrender because of their families or the guns behind them, but so what? Even if they fight voluntarily for money, the morale of fighting under threat is completely different."

As for what to do if the other side really surrenders on a large scale...

Then just vote.

Jonas knew the value of treating prisoners well. He let the other side know that prisoners who chose to surrender would not die and would survive, so they would naturally not resist to the death.

Anyway, the money for the rest of the time will be paid by the federal government, and District 25 is just providing some advance payment.

"When I think about how the opponent's all-out attack was easily blocked, and how their initial panic was just pretense, I feel very emotional. Is this the benefit of having the opponent's commander-in-chief on our side?"

Everything that needed to be done had been done, and when Jonas was about to take a short rest, he felt a strange feeling in his heart. Noel was constantly dialing his mental link.

He naturally connected with Noelle's mind.

"Noelle, any latest news?"

"Dorothy is preparing to launch the final general attack at around 3 a.m. tomorrow morning, probably on the south side of the wilderness battlefield."

Noel came in a hurry and left in a hurry. After saying these few words, he hung up the mental connection directly.

After hanging up the mind link, Jonas was thoughtful.

"This is the last general attack. You know you can't drag it out any longer. Are you ready for a big one?"

All I can say is that this was expected. Noelle had said before that Dorothy might want to break the situation with a fierce offensive in the end. Now that this offensive did not achieve the goal she wanted, she could only change the location and launch another general attack.

"Pity."

Jonas sighed.

"The referee is my man, the one you trust most is also my man, and the soldiers under your command are also my people."

"So, Dorothy, how are you going to fight?"

Chapter 541 Where are they? !

The wilderness was immersed in deep silence. The night sky was dim, the moonlight was weak, and only the outlines of stones and dead grass on the ground could be vaguely seen. The morning mist made this barren land seem even more blurred and distant.

There were no birds singing, no insects chirping, only the occasional cold wind bringing the rustling sound of sand. This wilderness seemed isolated from the world and so empty that even time seemed to have stopped at this moment.

The ground is hard and cracked, revealing endless years and wind and frost. The mountains in the distance are looming, standing quietly, as if witnessing all the vicissitudes of this land.

Occasionally, a gust of wind blew by, bringing up a cloud of dust, making the place look desolate and indifferent. In this silence, even the signs of life seemed so weak, as if any sound could break the silence.

On the open ground, some insects began to move. In order to avoid natural enemies, they chose to forage during this period of time.

In such an environment, any slightly loud sound would be amplified and appear extremely harsh. Every bullet flying by would stir up dust and gravel, and the footsteps of the mechas would be even heavier, as if every step was shaking the earth.

The drone flashed red lights as it flew high in the sky, looking down at the battlefield below with a cold gaze. Its electronic eyes ruthlessly scanned every corner, capturing every movement. The dust on the battlefield was blown up by the wind, gun smoke filled the air, and occasionally flickering flames and thick smoke produced by explosions could be seen.

Although the fighting at night was not as fierce as during the day, there were still occasional casualties.

Suddenly, a drone began to hover overhead.

On the battlefield, a team of fourth-generation tactical mechas are marching in an orderly manner. Their gaits are firm and powerful. They seem to be able to feel the tremors of the earth with every step. Their huge soles leave deep marks on the ground, and their hard shells emit a faint luster under the moonlight.

The joints of the mecha move flexibly, allowing it to move forward steadily on all kinds of terrains. The twisting of the head and body ensures that they can observe and respond to the surrounding environment in all directions while moving.

In the team, some light reconnaissance mechas were moving quickly in the front, as if exploring the way for the entire team, while heavy mechas followed closely behind. Although they were not moving fast, every step they took seemed steady and powerful.

It is not yet time to directly activate the acceleration mode. Once they arrive at the designated location, this team of fourth-generation tactical mechas will break into the military camp of District 25 at the fastest speed.

The entire team advanced in silence, with only the slight vibration sound caused by the mecha's contact with the ground, accompanied by the deep mechanical breathing, echoing in the empty battlefield.

The fourth-generation tactical mechas are like moving black mountains on the ground. Each mecha is so tall that a person standing under it would be as small as an ant. The outer shell is made of steel and has been precisely polished and processed to make its surface smooth and bright, but at the same time it also has a cold and ruthless texture.

The moment the drone saw them, the fourth-generation tactical mecha shot it down.

In the dust, the wreckage of the drone emitted blue smoke and fell on the cold and hard land, buried by a pile of sand. The wilderness returned to its previous silence, but the atmosphere became obviously more tense and depressing. The mecha team in the distance slowly devoured the desert scene and gradually deepened into the war.

"The first batch of baits is about to enter the camp of District 25. I hope this bait can attract all the attention of District 25 to them."

In a hidden simple base, holding the communicator in his hand, he stared coldly at the screen in front of him. The red dots on the screen indicated the location of each fourth-generation tactical mecha.

"Team two, prepare to launch a surprise attack from the east. Remember, the targets are those artillery positions and communication centers," he ordered calmly.

"Received. Mecha Team Two is almost ready, waiting for the attack signal." A response came from the communicator.

"The louder the noise, the better. It would be best if we could just self-destruct when there are a lot of people around. The ones that die are the mechas, not the people."

This is the largest military camp on the battlefield. If you want to attract attention, you have to start from here. Then after a while, the fourth-generation tactical mechas and psychics on the south battlefield will start to act.

As the mecha team continued to approach the military camp in Area 25, their actions became increasingly cautious. Every step and every action needed to be carefully calculated to ensure that they would not be discovered in advance.

Although the desert night is cold and empty, the enemy's eyes may be hidden at any time. Although the mecha's advanced radar system can detect the surrounding movements within a certain range, it still needs to be cautious in the face of dense defense systems and hidden patrol forces.

The light reconnaissance mechas in the mecha team moved forward silently, and they were responsible for detecting the enemy's position at the forefront. The appearance design of these reconnaissance mechas was more concealed, and they used special coatings to make them more difficult to detect at night, and their footsteps were also specially processed to ensure that the noise was minimized during the march.

As they got closer to the military camp of District 25, the mecha team began to slow down. In front of them was the outer defense line of District 25. Several watchtowers stood in the distance, and searchlights swept across at regular intervals.

"As expected, the radar didn't detect it. From here on, all mechas will enter the propulsion mode. Move forward at full speed while providing firepower coverage. The louder the noise, the better. The other fourth-generation tactical mechas are also ready."

After the order was given, the fourth-generation tactical mecha directly began to provide fire coverage in accordance with the previous order.

In an instant, the firepower of the mecha team bloomed like fireworks in the wilderness camp. The light reconnaissance mecha quickly moved forward, aimed at the watchtower and fired missiles, while the fourth-generation tactical mecha activated large artillery and attacked important targets deep in the military camp.

A huge explosion and a burst of fire sounded almost at the same time. The dust and sand that were raised blocked the moonlight, shrouding the entire battlefield in darkness. Searchlights swept unsteadily, while tense gunfire and screams rose and fell, interweaving with the firepower of the mechas.

After a round of fire coverage, the fourth-generation tactical mecha slowly stopped, but the sound of machine guns and screams and wailing were still heard in the camp.

"The mecha detected that there is no one in the camp. What's going on?!"

The commander reacted and switched to the communication channel of other commanders. He found the same situation and immediately felt something was wrong.

Suddenly, they received a message.

The mecha troops and psychics who were preparing to launch a large-scale general offensive on the southern battlefield were directly ambushed!

Chapter 542: Perhaps We Can Start Talking About Peace

The ground was covered with craters of varying depths, some of which were filled with dust and gravel, forming muddy holes, while others were still emitting smoke, looking extremely messy. Surrounding these craters were scorched grass and trees, which had become victims of the war, and now only black charcoal remained, emitting a pungent smell of smoke.

The debris and wreckage scattered on the ground, including metal, glass, concrete and other materials, make the entire battlefield look messy. The traces of war are all over every inch of land, and every corner carries bloody memories.

A desolate atmosphere permeated the land, as if the war had taken away all vitality. Even the stars in the night sky dimmed and no longer twinkled. On this battlefield, the life and vitality that once existed seemed to have been swallowed up, leaving only deathly silence and loneliness.

On the southern battlefield, almost all the fourth-generation tactical mechas that could be here were waiting for Dorothy's orders, while the psychic troops were waiting on the other side.

"Why are we waiting? Shouldn't we just raid directly?"

"Who knows? This seems to be the maximum distance. If we go any further, we will be at risk of being discovered by District 25. Trust the Federation. The Federation will bring us victory."

But in the next moment, a huge explosion shook the earth, flames broke through the night sky and ignited the darkness, huge smoke filled the entire battlefield, and the deafening explosion echoed in the ears of every soldier. The fourth-generation tactical mechas and psychics were completely caught off guard by this sudden attack.

"What's going on? Why are we suddenly attacked? Has District 25 discovered us?!"

"I don't know! Where's the commander? Where's Dorothy? Why is there no information in the communication? Damn it, didn't they say it was repaired and strengthened yesterday afternoon?"

In astonishment, the psychics on the southern battlefield huddled together, but fortunately they still had some combat skills and began to fight back. However, they were at a disadvantage in terms of numbers and firepower. Some of the fourth-generation tactical mechas on the Federation side could be started, but some directly froze.

"Don't panic! The enemy is covering us with long-range firepower! The main force has not yet reached us, retreat! Retreat!"

The psychic team was in chaos, and as the situation became more serious, the commanders who were still able to speak on the communication channels issued an order to retreat, trying to retain as much combat power as possible for subsequent operations.

However, retreat was not easy. They were tightly surrounded by the army of District 25, and the remaining mobile fourth-generation tactical mechas and psychics could only fight for their lives and try to open a way out.