Let them offer their loyalty

"Go back quickly! Go back quickly! We were ambushed! We were tricked! This is a trap!"

At the same time, the mecha troops that originally attacked the camp in Area 25 also realized the seriousness of the situation. They tried to change direction and reinforce the south side, but the distance was too far and it was almost too late when they arrived.

"Missiles! There are missiles overhead!"

Before people could react, the entire battlefield was shaken by intensive explosions. Fireballs and lightning sparks flew everywhere. Each explosion took away fourth-generation tactical mechas and psychics. In an instant, the entire southern battlefield fell into chaos.

"What's going on!" a commander shouted angrily, his eyes revealing astonishment and confusion: "How did they know we were going to attack from here!"

The psychics began to fall into chaos. Their abilities seemed so fragile under such intensive firepower. Some psychics fell directly to the ground after being impacted, while others flew in the air, trying to avoid the sudden attack. The more powerful psychics also thought about evacuating first after being attacked, rather than rushing into the fourth-generation tactical mecha pile in the distance to kill them all.

"The fourth-generation tactical mecha seems to have returned to normal!"

A sharp-eyed psychic discovered that the fourth-generation tactical mecha on his side seemed to be able to move, but it only moved slightly and began to make disturbing noises.

The temperature of the energy core inside the entire mecha reached its peak, emitting a dazzling white light, and then the entire mecha exploded.

There was a deafening explosion, sparks flew everywhere, and the fragments of the mecha flew in the air like falling meteors. The shock wave of the explosion blew away the surrounding dust and smoke.

More than one fourth-generation tactical mecha exploded.

The tremendous power generated by the self-detonation of the fourth-generation tactical mecha destroyed everything nearby, including the fourth-generation tactical mechas on the Federation's side and those weaker psychics. The aftermath of the explosion was still echoing in the air. For a moment, the battlefield became more chaotic, with fire and smoke everywhere, and the silence of the night was completely broken.

However, just after the large-scale self-explosion, the ground began to shake, and then countless fourth-generation tactical mechas from Area 25 advanced to the front. They quickly besieged the team that had fallen into chaos. These fourth-generation tactical mechas moved quickly and had strong firepower. For a moment, flames, explosions, the roar of machines and people's shouting were intertwined.

"You can't run anymore! Counterattack, counterattack!" a psychic screamed, his eyes full of despair. In the next second, he was blown away by artillery fire.

Some of the fourth-generation tactical mechas that could move tried to organize a counterattack, but facing so many enemies, these counterattacks seemed so insignificant. Every time a mecha was destroyed, the surrounding psykers would be shocked, and their confidence would collapse.

"What about Dorothy? Is this how she kept it a secret?" A psychic questioned loudly, but he could no longer make any more sounds. He fought desperately, trying to survive this hellish battlefield.

"Communications are finally restored! How are things going over there?"

An anxious voice came from the communication channel.

"Request for support! Request for support! We've been ambushed!" another commander shouted in panic, his voice revealing an unconcealable panic.

But in this chaotic battlefield, everyone is caught up in their own battles. Even if the communication channel is restored, who would still be in the mood to listen to orders?

Covered in flames, countless artillery fire bombarded the Federation's psychics and fourth-generation tactical mechas. Then, a huge explosion sounded, and the entire battlefield was instantly lit up. Then, everything fell silent.

When the flames faded, all that was left on the southern battlefield were scorched earth, wreckage and countless corpses. This sudden attack completely caused the entire offensive on the southern battlefield to collapse.

Suddenly, the fourth-generation tactical mecha in Zone 25 stopped its attack, and then a nightmare-like voice sounded in the ears of the Federation's psychics.

"Everyone, go back and tell Dorothy that now we can start negotiating peace."

At this moment, there was only the sound of the wind, the smoke rising from the scorched earth, and the countless sorrows and wails.

Chapter 543: Post-War Peace Talks

The Federal underground bar, through a narrow staircase, the faint jazz music gradually erodes the eardrums. The lighting here is deliberately dim, with only the retro chandeliers and flashing neon tubes scattered everywhere providing a faint light source, making people's faces blurry and mysterious.

The walls of the bar are exposed with rough bricks, which form a sharp contrast with the smooth Mahal wood counter. Behind the bar, bottles of various shapes and sizes are arranged on the shelves, and amber liquid is quietly flashing in the bottles, tempting and intoxicating.

People were whispering, chatting about all kinds of secrets that could not be told, and in a corner, a jazz band was playing the melodious music of the saxophone, which was sometimes low and gentle, and sometimes passionate and high-pitched, bringing the hearts of everyone present to another world. In this secret underground space, time seemed to no longer be important, and only music, alcohol and a subtle melancholy were lingering in the air.

Suddenly in this atmosphere, someone spoke.

"What do you think will happen to life for ordinary people like us after the war ends?" Tom, who had slightly sparse hair, spoke first.

He would occasionally come to this kind of high-end underground bar to drink, for no other reason than that he liked the artificial music and the atmosphere of the underground bar. But today he drank a little more.

"I think that no matter which side wins, life for us little people won't get any better. Fuck the federation, fuck the 25th district." Fat Nick thought for a moment, pushed his glass to the center of the table, and said with a sigh.

People who originally did not know each other naturally started chatting with each other after they had a topic related to the current situation.

Jerry held the wine glass, rubbed his temples, shook his head and said, "What I'm worried about is the post-war recovery. Look at our current economic situation. After every war, the rich are the first to benefit, while we may still have to worry about our jobs."

"It's useless to say this. Either we can't make as much as the corporate dogs, or we can start our own small business. Damn, what can we do? It's hard for a seed to survive in the cracks between two boulders."

"You're right, my son has been drafted. I don't know how he is doing now. There is no news about him. He just made a name for himself and had a bright future. What about him now?" There was a trace of worry in Tom's eyes.

Jerry patted Tom on the shoulder: "Don't worry, the kids will be fine."

The door of the bar was pushed open, and a tall, thin but tired-looking man walked in. He looked around, and after seeing a few people in the corner, he walked over quickly.

"Why did you come just now?" Tom stood up and shook his hand.

Joseph smiled, his weather-beaten muscles pulling out a smile: "The boss asked me to work overtime. You know, Dorothy promised that the soldiers coming down from the battlefield could find a better job if they were willing. The place I work for has been very busy recently."

Jerry frowned and muttered in dissatisfaction: "This is too contradictory. Although the war has given you orders, it has also put our lives in trouble."

"Jerry, this is the two sides of war. For some people, it is an opportunity, but for others, it is a disaster." Joseph was quite emotional. He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and was stunned for a moment when he looked at the two crumpled cigarettes left in it.

"What, you don't want to smoke? There aren't so many shit and piss rules here. Here, this is your drink. Congratulations on surviving the battlefield, having some savings, and finding a job that's worse than being a company dog."

"It's not that I don't smoke, it's that I took the wrong one. People are strange. You know it's a dead thing, but it's been with you for a long time, so sometimes you can't bear to use it."

Tom picked up the glass, took a sip, and asked casually, "Your friend?"

"Well, don't take out your anger towards the Federation on him, you old soldier who survived the battlefield and just got by."

"I know. It's a gamble. I don't even dare to gamble my life on the battlefield to see if I can survive a day. With the post-war credits, do you think Dorothy and District 25 will really negotiate?"

Sef naturally interrupted the topic and shook his head: "It's hard to say. Both sides have their own interests to consider, but I think as long as it can end the war, it's not a bad thing."

Tom sighed: "I just hope that after the war, ordinary people like us can have a stable life and no longer suffer from the war."

"Why did she withdraw all those soldiers if she didn't want to negotiate? Was it to save money?"

In the bar, other guests were also discussing the war in low voices. Some were worried, some were looking forward to it, but everyone hoped that the war would end soon and peace would be restored.

"I heard that fewer ordinary soldiers died on the battlefield?"

As they chatted, they naturally talked about the battlefield.

"Yes, I saw in District 25 that the ordinary soldiers died the least. Oh, I shouldn't say the least. I should say that there were too many psychics and fourth-generation tactical mechas who died."

"It's good for those psychics to die. They are a bunch of high and mighty guys. Just die and die. Haha, they look down on ordinary people like us every day. What can ordinary people do to them?"

"The whole family is dead. I was just a little bit lucky. Now I am better off. I was directly blasted into ashes."

This man reminded Sef of the guy who always smoked his own cigarette on the battlefield. He was also very dissatisfied with the psychics. I just don't know if he survived.

"Don't say that. Those psykers are also used as cannon fodder. You know, they just get some special abilities, but these abilities are not always useful on the real battlefield. Many times, they are regarded as the primary target by the enemy because of these abilities."

He still tried to dissuade them a little, saying that without these psychics, they would die even faster.

Tom glanced at Sef. "You mean, those psykers are actually in more danger?"

"Yes, I have seen psychics being blown to pieces in an instant on the battlefield. That scene was really cruel." Sef lowered his head, obviously shocked by the scenes.

He was actually a little relieved that it was the psychic who died instead of himself, but he also felt that he was a little selfish and cruel.

"Anyway, the war should be over. Next, it all depends on what Jonas and District 25 say. They say they want to negotiate, but in fact, they are already thinking about how to divide the Federation, right?"

"I don't know. I hope that when District 25 comes, life will be a little better. No matter what, we are the ones who suffer."

Chapter 544: The Reward Iris Requests

The Federation dismissed the summoned soldiers, which was actually tantamount to tacitly accepting the peace proposal, but it remained silent. The two sides were in a stalemate, staring at each other.

But Jonas was in no hurry at all.

In the Alte Group, Jonas' office, Iris was sitting opposite Jonas, eating coconut cake in small bites. There was a little cream on the corner of her mouth but she didn't wipe it off. Occasionally, she looked at Jonas opposite her, as if she was expecting something.

"Want Mr. Jonas to wipe your mouth?"

Another voice in her head sounded. Iris' body stiffened. She lowered her head slightly and continued to eat coconut cake as if nothing had happened, completely ignoring what the other voice said.

"If you want Mr. Jonas to wipe his mouth, just say it directly. You should have heard it before, right? The Federation is about to surrender. Mr. Jonas must be in a very good mood. Hurry up and tell me!"

"Don't... Telling it will cause trouble for Mr. Jonas. Hasn't the Federation surrendered yet? If I disturb Mr. Jonas at this time, he will definitely be angry, right?"

"You've done such a great job! You're so tired, can't you ask for a small reward? Oh, hurry up, the coconut cake will be almost finished."

Jonas sat at one side of the desk, with a large window behind him, and the sunlight casting in made his figure very long. Elise sat opposite him, her blue dress making her fair skin look even brighter.

The coconut cake in her hand exuded a faint fragrance. Every time she brought the cake to her mouth, she would take a light bite, as if she was savoring something.

Outside the window, the city scenery was busy, but in this office, the two seemed to be in a quiet little world, but Iris felt a little absent-minded. Every time she ate the coconut cake, she always had a feeling of anticipation in her heart. She looked forward to seeing Jonas's eyes on her.

She didn't notice that Jonas glanced at her, but the little part of her heart told her, "Jonas saw it. He must have seen it."

She was afraid that if she asked Jonas to wipe her mouth, it would disturb Jonas. This subtle emotion made her hesitate, not knowing whether to continue eating or put down the cake.

Jonas did notice it, but he didn't say anything and continued looking at the various documents in the communication.

Elise felt more and more uncomfortable, her hands began to tremble slightly, and the little voice began to sound again: "He saw it, he saw it, hurry over."

She tried hard to control herself, hoping to calm down, but her hands were still shaking.

Do you really want to go? Or should you ask another person to come? But what if you don’t want to leave when you finally have some time alone with Jonas?

tangled.

At this moment, Jonas suddenly stood up, walked to Iris, took out a tissue, and wiped the cream from the corner of her mouth.

Iris' heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and a faint blush appeared on her face. She didn't know what to say, but just stared at Jonas blankly.

"Did you see that? Even if I didn't go over and ask, Mr. Jonas would have wiped my mouth if he saw me!"

"Haha, you're right. Just expect Jonas to walk towards you."

Jonas' movements were very gentle, but his expression was casual. After wiping, he threw the tissue into the trash can without saying anything, as if he had just done something insignificant.

Even though Iris had been with Jonas for a long time, she was still not used to these sudden little actions.

"Mr. Jonas, what are you doing?"

At the urging of the other Iris, Iris finally moved, walked to Jonas' side and asked quietly: "Is there anything I can help you with? Like...like last time?"

"Hmm? Why do you suddenly feel like asking this? I'm helping Eiffel share some of the work. The Federation and we are about to negotiate peace, and it depends on who can't hold back first. The last thing we lack is time. Seeing how they are doing, we have nothing to do, so I just help Eiffel share some of the work."

Jonas waved his hand, motioning Iris to come over. Iris thought about it, mustered up her courage, closed her eyes and sat on Jonas's lap. After a while, she found that Jonas did not expel her, so she leaned in again and grinned foolishly.

"You are useless. Why are you so happy for such a small action? If it were me, I would have conquered Mr. Jonas long ago and had a child with him. How about you now?"

Another voice of disappointment in herself was heard, but Iris simply turned a deaf ear to it and pretended not to hear it.

Who cares what she says? Anyway, it is me who is in Mr. Jonas's arms.

Iris closed her eyes and was about to enjoy herself when she found Jonas's hands around her waist. She felt uneasy, but apart from putting his hands around her waist, he did not do anything else.

"Iris, you completed the task assigned to you very well. You deserve half the credit for convincing the Federation and Dorothy so quickly. I'll give you credit for that."

Iris felt Jonas pressing on her waist and her face slowly began to turn red.

"Uh-huh."

Her head was dizzy and she didn't pay much attention to what Jonas said. She just felt that Jonas was praising her for being a great help.

It's great to be able to help Mr. Jonas!

"After this, I can spare some time to accompany you. After all, the matters in the Federation have been resolved. After resolving some other matters, I will probably have time."

"Oh, what about when Mr. Jonas has time? Can he spend more time with Iris?"

Iris continued to stay quietly in Jonas' arms, but the voice in her head became restless.

"It's my turn, it's my turn. You've spent enough time with Mr. Jonas in the past two days. Now it's finally my turn. Don't play tricks on me, okay?"

"Well...should we wait a little longer?" Iris seemed a little hesitant.

"You'll have plenty of time after this anyway, but I don't come out often, so just consider it as satisfying me."

Iris couldn't resist the rare coquettish attack. After hesitating for a while, she gave up her seat.

"Okay, but don't do anything too extreme, or I'll change it back."

"Don't worry, I'll do the work. I'll make sure you get your share of the soup."

Jonas suddenly felt that the person in his arms was becoming restless.

She suddenly raised her head and met Jonas's smiling eyes.

"Mr. Jonas, I have done so much, I should get my reward, right?"

She kissed him, not quite hearing what Jonas was saying.