"Those who refused to negotiate—I don't know what they were thinking. I even suspect that someone had disregarded the interests of the collective, tied Freedom Wings to his waistband, and intended to drag everyone down to their deaths!"
The meeting room was filled with swirling smoke as a figure delivered an impassioned speech.
Wayne Doyle, a lieutenant general of Freedom Wings and the pilot of Mercy Apostle, spoke so fiercely that many high-ranking officials and generals could barely raise their heads.
Morton remained expressionless, as though he couldn't tell that the person Wayne was referring to was him.
Just then, an officer cleared his throat awkwardly and said, "General Wayne, calm down. We're holding this meeting precisely to find a way to resolve the conflict."
"All you're doing is venting your personal emotions. That won't help resolve anything."
Wayne glared at the officer. "If you truly want to resolve this, then you should negotiate with the Strategic Affairs Department and find a solution at the negotiating table."
"Not unilaterally refuse negotiations and force the other side onto the battlefield!"
"The Strategic Affairs Department has already issued a declaration of war. Every mech group in East Asia will participate, apart from them."
"I'd like to ask everyone here: do you have the ability to stand against this force?"
"Or are you planning to find a vessel for some god again, and then sacrifice another few thousand believers?"
Wayne swept his gaze across the room, and no one dared make a sound.
At this point, Major General Marvin cleared his throat and said, "Although General Wayne's words were somewhat harsh, he's right."
"General Morton, everyone, we can't fight all of East Asia's forces. Once they set foot on our territory, the losses we suffer will likely exceed everyone's expectations."
"Perhaps you'll think