The Joy of Family Is War's Greatest Luxury

The fighting at Site 3 had already lasted more than 168 hours—over seven days.

The Skywing Mercenary Group had gradually gained the upper hand, but it was still unknown which side would ultimately win. No one knew whether either side would bring out even more powerful weapons.

Brigadier General Amanda now wore prisoner's clothing, her hands cuffed together as she sat in a chair inside her holding room. Across the table sat a Sky Wing Mercenaries general of the same rank.

Aside from stating her affiliation, rank, and some personal information, Brigadier General Amanda refused to reveal any important military secrets.

"If you want to pry intelligence out of me, I advise you to give up. If you think torture can make me talk, feel free to try."

"We never intended to force intelligence out of you. We merely want to ask you some personal questions." At that moment, an adjutant brought over a cup of water and set it before the brigadier general.

After taking a sip, the brigadier general pushed the cup toward Brigadier General Amanda. Seeing that he showed no abnormal reaction after drinking it, Amanda accepted the cup with both hands, took a sip, and asked, "What do you want to ask?"

"Among the captured child soldiers, there is a boy named Miroslav. He wants to find his mother. His mother is named Amanda, and she is also a general." After speaking, the brigadier general took a tablet from the adjutant. On its screen was a red-haired little boy.

When Amanda saw Miroslav, she maintained her composure, but the brief flicker of excitement in her eyes was noticed by both the brigadier general and the adjutant.

The brigadier general said, "Don't be nervous. I will not use your son to threaten you for intelligence. Like