Of course, the major remembered the orders given before departure—but accusing the other side of researching biological weapons, wasn't that just another all-too-common pretext?
Just like many years ago, on the eve of the Iraq War, when a vial of white powder had been displayed before the world and used as a blade aimed at a distant desert. After the blood and fire of war had burned themselves out, had anyone ever seen those so-called "weapons of mass destruction"?
He had thought this would be much the same: a warning and a rap on the knuckles for the unruly Japanese. But he had never expected there really to be biological weapons here.
And those things still vaguely retained human forms—the Japanese had actually gone so mad as to use humans for experiments!
This was an absolute violation of internationally recognized ethics and morality, enough to fill anyone with a conscience with rage.
A long-lost emotion suddenly surged into the colonel's heart. The sensation was both strange and familiar, as though a rusted sword had suddenly been wiped clean of dust, reflecting the blurred image of the "justice" he had once believed in.
So this time, we really were not just war machines mechanically obeying orders. We were partners of justice!
He took a deep breath of air tinged with gunpowder and said firmly, "Attention, everyone! The enemy is man-made demons. They are not creations of God Almighty. Send these evil things, which should have returned to dust yet cannot rest in peace, back to hell! Keep your spirits up, and do not disgrace our honor!"
The soldiers fell silent for a moment. Then, the fear in their eyes gradually faded and was replaced by resolve.
Unlike the bloated army steeped in peace and power, Amon could vaguely see in them