Chapter 479 Admission Ticket
(vomiting soul...covering face, QWQ)
Three mechas were nailed to the ground along the joints, and the pilots inside were dragged out and thrown onto the cold deck and held down.
The pink-haired girl in the platinum pilot uniform was particularly conspicuous among them, like a different color that did not belong to this battlefield full of charred and bright red debris.
"Why don't you commit suicide?"
The officer wearing a gas mask walked in front of Weiss. The gas mask covered his eyes under the lens, making it impossible for the pilot to read any movements from his eyes and expression.
The cheap gas masks used by New London to deal with industrial pollution. The only feature of these masks is that they are cheap enough and very suitable for large-scale industrial production.
"Why don't you kill me? Allowing me to live should be constantly leaking your secrets, right?"
Weirs coughed up a mouthful of blood, and her eyes swept over the nearby soldiers who had stopped firing. They lowered their weapons and reorganized their armaments...Weirs didn't understand what they were doing at all.
The bridge further away had completely become a charred ruin after the battle. The arcane turrets were burning after the explosion, slowly rising into the sky with a lot of blue flames.
The orange flames produced by the burning wood and the light blue flames produced by the burning rune materials spread rapidly on the decks of the skyships on the left and right wings of the command ship.
But even so, the bottom engine still provided enough energy for the skyship.
It allowed it to continue to float steadily in the air without falling.
Weiss saw the soldiers untie the chains used for anchoring on both sides and install some black blocks that she couldn't understand at the docking.
They only needed one skyship, and the remaining two were left to be engulfed by the spreading fire.
"How many secrets do you think... these things can represent us? Tell me, what is your purpose?"
Since we are using them against you, there is no need to hide them.
It is not a weapon used to decide the outcome of the war, and there is no such weapon in the world.
The officer squatted down and looked at the pilot of the Ring Island Alliance who was pressed to the ground by the long spear.
"I want to talk to you..."
Weirs raised her head, but couldn't stop the blood from the corner of her mouth. She was dissatisfied, aggrieved, and her pride was frustrated.
Her most powerful blow seemed as ridiculous to the other party as a baby waving his fist.
All of them rushed to her heart, and thousands of thoughts rushed to her mouth, but she just said one sentence.
"Why not declare a war..."
Why not declare a war.
This is the question that every lord of the Ring Island Alliance wants to ask.
"Is that all... We are all ready for war, so when to start a war, do we need to wait for someone's approval?"
You, we, have all made sufficient preparations for this war.
We are not the natives of this world, so... the only, most direct, and everyone can understand the way to divide resources.
Violence.
At least let the war go on until one side can no longer sustain it, then it will be convenient for us to sit at the negotiation table, right?
Then cooperate.
The officer smiled, took the kettle from another soldier, and placed it in front of Weiss.
Weiss shook her head and licked her chapped lips.
The officer shrugged and continued:
"Since we are all going to divide the ownership of the region through war in the end, there is no need for pre-war riddles, and our lords don't have that much time to waste on you... There is no need to be so serious about treating prisoners."
Weiss fell into silence, feeling the pressure on her body relax, and the monsters wearing crow masks slightly relaxed their grip on her.
Let her breathe a few breaths of air filled with the smell of gunpowder, burnt breath, and screams.
Her amplified perception told her that the flames had entered the lower decks of the sky ships on the left and right wings, where the original troop transport cabins and the army were engulfed in flames.
If they had taken the lead, she believed that her lords would definitely choose not to declare war.
Or... the lords themselves did not have the so-called "peaceful" state.
The Ring Island Alliance would not be content to prosper only in one airspace.
How many trump cards does the Ring Island Alliance have, and how many trump cards do their opponents have?
"Your mecha technology and arcane artillery technology are very good, there is hope... work harder, this is what our lord asked me to tell you."
It is one of the few things that brightened our eyes.
While talking, the officer stood up and took the rifle from another soldier.
The concept of "prisoners" rarely exists in the battles between lords... As long as they die, they can return to their own territory, and there is basically no possibility of being captured. The purpose of prisoners is only to delay the time for the other party to put their units back on the battlefield.
No ridicule, no teasing, the officer talked seriously with Weiss about the possible direction of the technology of the Ring Island Alliance.
Weirs gritted her teeth, she would rather he laugh at her, laugh at her alliance, and even arrogantly look down on the technology of her alliance...
That means that the Ring Island Alliance still has a little chance.
They regard the Ring Island Alliance as an enemy, but they don't attach any personal feelings to it. Their own technology is analyzed over and over again by the other party.
They have a clearer understanding of their future path than the Ring Island Alliance's own deduction... How is this possible...
"Okay, we don't have the habit of killing prisoners, nor do we have the habit of abusing prisoners... So I will send you back to see your lord now... Oh, by the way, your ship needs to be improved."
Could you please help us convey the message as a messenger?
The officer raised his rifle and put it on Weiss's beautiful face.
'Click'
The bullet is loaded.
"Mecha technology, arcane artillery technology... Is it possible to defeat you?"
Weirs raised her head and stared at the muzzle of the officer's raised rifle.
She asked her last question.
"No, it's the possibility of keeping what you have now... That's your ticket to the future."
The time for playing house is over.
The officer pulled the trigger.