The moment Jonas's voice came over the Communicator channel, the Federation's battlefield commander began to sense trouble.
What, you wanted to know why he knew about someone accessing the soldiers' Communicator channel?
A better question was why Jonas had the nerve to connect directly to his Communicator channel without even trying to hide it. Wasn't that treating him as though he didn't exist?
"Honestly, at such a tense moment, I shouldn't be making opening remarks or wasting words, because every second wasted on the battlefield could cost someone their life."
Jonas's voice rang out at a leisurely pace, utterly out of place on a battlefield that was like a meat grinder.
"But everyone, as a show of my sincerity, haven't you noticed that the people from District 25 have stopped firing? Of course, in return, you need to hold your fire too. Wherever I hear a gunshot, I'll bring all available firepower down on that area within a minute."
"To cut a long story short, everyone, surrender."
After Jonas finished speaking, the entire battlefield fell silent for two or three seconds.
Bang!
Someone refused to believe him and fired a shot at a distant soldier from District 25. The next second, both District 25's Fourth-Generation Tactical Mecha and the Federation's Tactical Mecha opened fire on his area, saturating it with every kind of firepower.
Even the Federation's Fourth-Generation Tactical Mecha had defected to the enemy.
With even their own Mecha under enemy control, how were they supposed to fight?
The smoke on the battlefield gradually cleared. Jonas's words made the already tense atmosphere even more oppressive. The Federation's soldiers exchanged glances, doubt, fear, and distrust passing between them.
"Jonas wants us to surrender? Is this a trap?"
"How is that possible?" Another soldier, holding a sniper rifle, bit his lip,