The middle-aged man had made up his mind. No matter the cost, he would stay!
Ari's face turned cold. He stared at the middle-aged man for a moment, then firmly refused:
"Sorry, you truly do not meet the requirements to join the Defense Force.
"With a body as weak as yours, going to the battlefield would be nothing more than seeking death.
"What I need are warriors who can fight and obey orders.
"I must be responsible for my army and for the Governor!
"Leave immediately.
"If you continue disrupting discipline here, you will be executed under military law!"
Before long, the middle-aged man was dragged out by Defense Force soldiers.
Ari understood and pitied the poor man.
But in the army, on the battlefield, excessive mercy was fatal.
If a man as weak as him went to the battlefield, he would only throw his life away and might even drag down other soldiers!
To put it bluntly, not everyone was qualified to give their life for the great and benevolent Governor.
Did he think he could just grab a gun, charge onto the battlefield, and die for the Governor? Nothing came that cheaply.
First, he had to possess the qualifications and meet the requirements. Then he had to undergo strict training. Only then would he have the chance to carry a newly manufactured Lasgun onto the battlefield and give everything for the Governor.
Otherwise, he would merely be wasting and desecrating the Governor's gift!
Of course, the family of that middle-aged man who had been driven away would not starve to death so easily.
Life could generate the Power of Hope. It was precious nourishment for Ron.
Though Ron was not one of the Dark Gods, he would not easily let any life slip away.
Allowing loyal lives to