Chapter 918: West Line (3)

"Why the green skin across the river has been calling since the morning?"
Ben Lier, who had been promoted to general, asked aloud.
But no one can answer this question, and no one can answer the next question.
"Why doesn't our intelligence department have any explanation for this? Can anyone tell me something?"
The senior generals of the Skasen River frontline troops moved uncomfortably.
Ben Lear summoned them to one of the largest conference halls in this palace, and they carefully avoided his displeasure.
This violent temper has been famous since replacing the infamous Grete as the top commander in the front line of the New California Republic.
At the same time, he was notorious for his great achievements in the last battle.
The great victory in the Orange Town, the only flash point in the operation of the thunderstorm, according to the official statement, this battle Ben Lier and the soldiers fought bravely, and the established system wiped out an unknown "legion" of Ok, making the green tyrant "Cry for three days." (Forgotten readers can look back at chapter 398.)
In contrast, the Kwaihara Ridge blockade was just an ordinary battle, an unsuccessful battle.
Therefore, Ben Lier jumped after the war and became the national salvation hero of the New California Republic, and the Duke of Yushkin (blessing after the war) of the Eastern Benedict Empire, and was called "the double wall of mankind", which was the most One of the feared enemies."
But now it seems that such an achievement is already in jeopardy.
In order to highlight his heroic temperament, Ben Lear must carefully make up every time he appears in public, for example, to make fair skin bright as if it is to be reflective.
Outside the dark blue uniform, he also wore a velvet coat, black riding boots with splendid spurs, a colorful silk cape mopped on his arm, and a soldier beside him was holding it with respect as if he were a holy object. His fur army cap.
The field-proven veteran was a formidable interior guard. In order to prevent the enemy’s assassination and espionage activities, the New California Republic expanded the authority of the interior guard, although in the army, they played more ceremonial roles. An outstanding commander like Ben Lear served as a private guard.
Five other guards stood behind the commander, their hands resting on the hilt.
One of them held a flag full of pure gold medals and medals to show the glorious cause of Ben Lear, and the other held a gold chain, holding the pet of the Lord Commander, the noble hound's red-brown fur It has spots and stripes on it.
"Someone talk about it?"
Ben Lier continued to ask.
There are almost a hundred officers in this room. These high-ranking commanders lead about 750,000 troops on the Gammel-Walley defense line.
More than twenty foreign officers represent other volunteers. They stand seriously among the officers wearing various uniforms, including the commander of the Civic Temple, the Caverns of the Kamun, the Sunburst Knights, the Iron Thorn Regiment, and A group of logistics and reconnaissance forces representatives.
No one seemed very willing to take any risks to answer.
Behind the crowd, Catherine watched the commander carefully.
She had just led her men to arrive the day before, and she just witnessed the abnormalities on the other side of the river and felt deeply uneasy in her heart.
She knew better than anyone what happened.
The White Knight failed.
The World Destroyer had reached his fortress and came to those warlords and butchers.
On the other hand, she felt compassion for Mountbatten.
In her impressions, the major general was an admirable fighter, and the command of the most turbulent section of the river was in his hands.
Ben Lear turned his head to stare at Mountbatten.
"Major general?"
He asked without goodwill.
"Is there anything to say?"
For a moment of silence, Mountbatten was full of contempt for this coward. It was him in a sense that made the Thunderstorm truly a disaster, but he couldn't say that.
The country needs a hero, but he is not. The significance is extraordinary.
"No, sir."
Mountbatten shook his head.
"I have nothing to say."
"Really?"
"Yes, sir, I can say that you already know."
Catherine narrowed her eyes and admired him.
The major general is really kind.
On many occasions, she witnessed various officers losing their gaze in front of their superiors, screaming, looking for excuses, but Mountbatten had no intention of exempting himself, and he faced all the consequences.
Compared with Ben Lier, who has nothing to do with it, he really has the qualities that a commander should have, and this trait that she has seen in the Duke of Yushkin of the Benedict Empire, and only such people can face the storm. , Fearless.
Ben Lier stared at the major general, wondering what was in his mind.
Mountbatten just stood upright, his eyes dark and bright, like the tight belt he used to fix his helmet.
Expressionlessly, Mountbaton suddenly withdrew his saber half with his right hand, while the left hand grabbed the top of the scabbard, waiting for the superior's order.
The commanders around showed a look of surprise.
This is an ancient ritual, a kind of etiquette passed down from the knight family of the old world.
This action means that as long as Ben Lear nodded, Mountbatten would use the scabbard in his hand to break the blade, indicating his failure and negligence, and accepting the punishment of depriving his rank and power.
A brave act.
"Let's talk later, Major General Mountbatten."
A few seconds later, Ben Lear waved lightly and Mountbatten withdrew his sword.
The admiral stepped forward, and the gathered officers hurried away to make way for him.
He walked through the middle of the crowd to the window at the far end of the room, the inner guard followed behind him, and the hound followed him, his tongue hanging down from the long mouth of the predator.
"One year and three months."
Ben Lier said as he walked.
"We have resisted Oak for one year and eight months here, and the animals are still harassing us, but now it is still time to accumulate power, we need more soldiers, more artillery, more tanks, more Aircraft, we just have to wait and endure before this... this war seems to be just beginning, but we don’t even know what they are doing!"
He walked to the center of the room and stopped.
The inner guards immediately stood beside him, staring ahead.
The hound walked a few steps away, straightened its gold chain, and sat on the ground.
Ben Lier turned slowly, glancing at the officers gathered around him.
"I am very honored recently."
He said seriously.
"We have communicated with the president. Do any of you know where that person is now?"
No one answered.
"I'll tell you."
Ben Lear shook his finger.
"Your Excellency has traveled across the oceans and is currently in the fortress of the Citizen's Temple~EbookFREE.me~ to talk with the heads of many countries! He is fighting for the future of humanity and hopes that everyone will fight against the green skin!
As soon as the words came out, outside Catherine, everyone looked surprised.
But she just left from that meeting.
It was a rallying conference full of interests and bargaining, which was far less glorious and just than the publicity.
"The unprecedented number of barbaric monsters, the great motherland is facing their challenges! Can you imagine? Over time, our offensive may become a turning point, the moment when humanity establishes dominance over the world, that The moment when the alien enemies have their tails running away and never look back!"
Ben Lier hesitated and spoke again.
He still turned slowly, looking at everyone with passionate eyes.
"And in his busy schedule, His Excellency the President took the time to contact his generals, check their results, and encourage their efforts, but how do I respond to him? How do I, respond to him?"
Mountbatten suddenly frowned, and he realized that things were not simple.
In any case, the frontline battle is a matter of concern to the Ministry of National Defense, and the President has no reason to contact the frontline commander directly.
Unless he wants to know something in particular.
But what would make the president prefer to be taboo and contact a general?
Ben Lear let his words echo in the room, he raised his hand and pointed to the ceiling.
"The Father is on top, is this our best effort?"
He continued to pace and walked to the window.
This room is located on the upper level of the Fort Gammel, where you can clearly see the whole view of the other side of the Scarson River.
The officers gathered behind him, and even at this distance, the green roar in the distance was clearly audible.