At the military front in the Wasteland, the war had ostensibly ended, but the atmosphere was even more tense than when the fighting against the Federation had begun.
Today was the day the agreement would be signed. Frankly, just because the people inside District 25 felt little impact from the war didn't mean those outside felt the same. They were the ones being sent to their deaths, after all.
The overwhelmingly favorable situation was enough to keep the soldiers singing Jonas's praises for a while. When something happened, Jonas genuinely stepped up. Instead of throwing their flesh and blood into the meat grinder, he sent in Fourth-Generation Tactical Mecha, without regard for losses.
Not all capitalists were the same! I was proud of my District 25! District 25 treated us like human beings!
As a result, Jonas actually enjoyed a slightly better reputation among the soldiers than among ordinary civilians.
As far as they understood it, Jonas had seen District 25 suffer a surprise attack from the Federation and contributed both money and effort. Fourth-Generation Tactical Mecha showed up more often than they got injured.
Advanced technology could prevent injuries and deaths, and that technology came from Jonas's money. The soldiers understood that much.
So they were willing to work harder than before.
"Are we there?"
Jonas opened his eyes. Esnie and Beigong Ling were beside him, and neither chose to respond as they watched him yawn.
Compared with Jonas's relaxed demeanor, Esnie and Beigong Ling were far more tense. If they didn't want to be inexplicably cut in half or caught in some other mishap, they had to stay alert.
They knew this was District 25's territory, but that didn't mean they could dispense with caution.
After a while, seeing nothing out of the ordinary, Beigong Ling decided to