He was dressed in a grey-green army uniform, and his hair was covered in silver frost. Mississauga stretched out a hand from his sleeve, and the wrinkles on his face were deep. He was dressed in a pristine white navy uniform, and he had short golden hair. There was a deep black cross between his eyebrows. Ya Erlin's lips curled into a smile, and he reached out to grab Mississauga's hand. The two of them looked at each other in the air, and they went through each other's information in their minds at the same time.
"Colonel Yarlin, welcome to replace Colonel Kram in Alabasta. The country's political situation is so turbulent that I, Michigan, and the military are very ashamed."
"Not at all, I'm very honored to be invited to the internal banquet of Alabasta's military. In addition, I heard that the military recently drew a red line. I have to admit that I am shocked by the courage of the prime minister. I believe that in the near future, the chaos and turmoil in Alabasta will be quickly pacified."
"This way please!" Michigan's smile was even bigger. He took Yarlin to the attic on the second floor, and the chief of staff and a group of military bigwigs behind him followed on both sides and walked up the stairs together.
The young officers stood quietly in the banquet hall on the first floor. When the door of the attic upstairs was closed, the banquet hall regained its voice. Bell stood in the crowd, his eyes vaguely looking at the second floor with a thoughtful expression on his face.
He knew that the military had invited the new Marine Colonel stationed in Alabasta to the banquet. He originally thought that this was just a ceremonial invitation, but it was obviously not that simple. Michigan came out to greet him solemnly and took him to the closed attic on the second floor. A series of actions showed that Michigan attached great importance to this matter.
"The military has already controlled the political scene. Why does Michigan attach so much importance to the stationed Marine?" Bell did not think that the cunning Prime Minister had no deeper meaning. He knew the Ivy League Prime Minister of Alabasta very well. This was a utilitarian and realistic Prime Minister of Iron and Blood. He was not a person who would waste useless effort on face.
"Sir Bell, do you want to go up?" A young officer next to him asked.
As the adjutant of the Kingdom Guards and known as the strongest guardian of Alabasta, Bale was naturally qualified to be included in the attic on the second floor.
With his thoughts interrupted, Bale frowned slightly and stared at the questioning officer. Although the other party was asking a question, his body was like a nail blocking the entrance to the stairs. Bale sneered. "I wasn't invited to this military banquet. I'm already considered uninvited. If I still don't know what's good for me and go up to the second floor, I'm afraid the Prime Minister won't be happy."
Hearing this, the young officer turned around and retreated back to the door of the second floor. Then, he and the other officers stood side by side to block the entrance to the second floor.
Inside the pavilion.
"The Second Military Region is in place. Along this red line, the entire Western District is divided into two. According to the Prime Minister's instructions, here, here, and here are all heavily guarded. The relevant fortifications are already being built."
"The vanguard of the Third Military Region has already entered and split into four lines to carry out the first wave of cleanup in the rebel army's territory. Currently, they have pushed the red line forward by 40 kilometers and destroyed 17 rebel strongholds."
"Our Fourth Military Region has also arrived and can enter at any time to clean up the rebels."
With the presentation of the sand table map by the three military leaders, the meeting in the pavilion began.
In the middle of the room was a huge sand table that was four meters by three meters. On it were various flags that represented the military layout. Michigan stood in front of the sand table and said in a frustrated tone, "Alabasta is on the brink of life and death. The performance of the Nefertari royal family is really disappointing. Facts have proven that the Nefertari royal family no longer has the ability to lead Alabasta. This heavy burden can only fall on the shoulders of our military. This is a heavy burden, and it also means that countless blood and corpses will be paved under our feet. It also means that it will be accompanied by the infamy of bloody butchers. Generals present, are you ready to bear all of this?"
Are you ready? "" We are soldiers, not those hypocritical politicians. Cleaning up the rebels and using the blood of the enemy and our own to irrigate this country that has been submerged in the desert is our duty. For this, what is a little infamy? "The senior general of the Second Military Region replied in a grim tone.
"The people are ignorant. They are like mutes under the stage. They can never tell the truth from lies. The dry roars from their mouths are meaningless abuse. They don't know that history itself is watered by blood. When we clean up the rebellion and restore order, we can treat them well. But before that, we don't have to pay attention to these noises, let alone explain anything to them," said the chief of staff standing behind Michigan.
"Our Third Military Region has always been criticized by outsiders as executioners. In fact, on the issue of rebellion and mobs, our position has been to suppress them from the beginning. Unfortunately, His Majesty Nefertari Cobra has been obstructing us in every way. But now that Prime Minister Michigan is in charge of the political situation, things are finally back on track." The senior general of the Third Military Region said with a murderous look, "We are soldiers, the strongest line of defense of this country. When it comes to rebellion and mobs, even if there are ten million reasons, there is absolutely no possibility of tolerance. Compromise and negotiation are not the means of us soldiers. Using guns and swords in our hands to clean up peace is the real meaning of long-term peace."
The senior general of the Fourth Military Region had a slightly unnatural expression on his face. Unlike the Second and Third Military Region who stood firmly behind Prime Minister Michigan, the Fourth Military Region was the last to change sides.
After a while, he sighed and said, "Although I have never wanted to use such an extreme method, it has been proven that the cowardice and incompetence of the Nefertari Royal Family cannot save this country. Instead, it is urging this country to fall into a deeper abyss step by step. Therefore, our Fourth Military Region has removed all of our illusions. Now, we are firmly supporting the Prime Minister's policy. There is absolutely no trace of mercy or sympathy for the rebels. If only blood can save this land, then dyeing our military uniform red is an unavoidable responsibility of us soldiers."
"Since everyone here has already made up their minds, then I will be the highest commander to coordinate and arrange this war." Michigan glanced around at everyone. His gaze paused on Yarlin's face for a moment before he looked back at the sand table and said, "According to the established strategy, everything outside the red line will be regarded as a rebel area …"
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