bookrandom Chapter 616 Fyodor's Fulfillment of the Contract
Chapter 616 Fyodor's Fulfillment of the Contract
Chapter 616 The Show Is About to Begin
Fyodor threw the burning cigarette butt hard onto the ground, his military boots following up with relentless grinding as if to crush the irritating situation along with it.
The spark struggled a few times in the dust before being completely extinguished in his eyes.
"Ah···"
A low chuckle escaped Fyodor's throat, tinged with a hint of madness and amusement.
With the Empire's iron army and the wild wolf-men's claws combined, even the Federation's main forces would find this a formidable force troublesome.
Fyodor could already imagine that the group of "comrades" who stayed behind at the temporary base were probably so scared that even their bones would go soft.
Even when facing the Federation's encirclement and suppression, he appeared timid and easily defeated, but now he has to face the wrath of the Empire and the Howling Moon Hunters.
Just thinking about it makes Fyodor laugh.
However, after calming down and clearing his mind, he finally understood what had happened.
Fyodor knew the main business of Redemption Road all too well.
After all, not long ago, when the Free Army had just entered Zone 59, a big boss of this criminal group personally came to their door, requesting a meeting with a group of high-ranking rebel leaders.
The other party sold a group of young plant spirit children to the Free Army at an extremely favorable price to replenish the scarce manpower of this rebel force.
The additional condition was that Freedom Armed Forces must send troops to protect Redemption Road's branch in Zone 59 if it were attacked.
The Freedom Army suffered heavy losses at the time, being besieged by the federal army and pursued and eliminated by the Shadow Special Forces.
After a brief discussion, the other high-ranking members, without waiting for Fyodor to express his opinion, signed an equal treaty with the Path of Redemption under the witness of the world's consciousness.
That thin piece of paper was actually a poison wrapped in honey.
Under the witness of world consciousness? It's nothing more than a sturdy shackle binding both sides firmly to the same out-of-control war machine.
Fyodor simply stood by and watched; he did not object, and even signed his name on the treaty.
Opposition? In that situation, one person's opposition would only be drowned out by the desire and fervor for "new blood."
It would be inappropriate for him to break ties with other high-ranking officials before he had fully taken control of the rebel army.
"Protect?"
Fyodor muttered to himself, fragments of memory gradually piecing together in his mind: "What they need is not protection, but a bunch of cannon fodder, human shields to stand in front of them."
That guy who called himself the "Mind Master" was just using the Freedom Armed Forces as a one-time bait.
Criminal groups like Redemption Road, which act so blatantly and recklessly, are bound to attract the attention of other forces sooner or later.
These human traffickers knew all along that they would soon be targeted.
The Freedom Army, a newly arrived federal rebel force eager to expand its power, became the perfect and loyal "watchdog" for the road to salvation.
"Using a bunch of kids who are barely half a year old to exchange for us to die, what a clever scheme the road to salvation is."
Fedor slowly raised his head and looked towards the southwest district of Abandoned City No. 59.
Before long, that place will become a chessboard for the struggle between various forces, and may even be reduced to scorched earth.
And he, Fyodor Alexander Vladimir, the de facto leader of the Free Armed Forces, would never allow his power to be easily lost in a chaotic battle that should have nothing to do with him.
But that treaty was established under the witness of global consciousness, and as a signatory, I cannot violate its contents.
He closed his eyes, and the image of the Bewitching Master's departing figure appeared in his mind.
Calm, confident, as if everything was expected.
Ironically, the other senior executives firmly believed that they had gotten a bargain.
"Of course I will keep my promise."
Fyodor opened his eyes, a cold glint flashing in his crimson pupils: "But the treaty doesn't say how I'm supposed to fulfill it."
A moment later, in the temporary command center, Fyodor and his officers gathered to discuss the next steps and deployments.
"Everyone."
After a long silence, Fyodor finally spoke, his voice low and calm, almost devoid of any emotional fluctuation: "Our cooperation with the Redemption Path is based on mutual benefit. Now that we have signed the agreement, I, Fyodor, will naturally not be a treacherous villain."
His gaze swept over the group of trusted generals gathered around the table, and he felt that everyone's eyes were focused on him.
"Therefore, I have decided to keep my promise and will personally lead a battalion back to reinforce headquarters and protect the main stronghold of Redemption Road in Zone 59."
These words caused an uproar, and everyone looked at each other in disbelief and astonishment.
"General, you can't go!"
Colonel Satakis, the most hot-tempered of them all, slammed his fist on the conference table. The watermelon pitcher's eyes were filled with rage: "Those human traffickers are just using us, the Free Armed Forces, as pawns! They want to use those babies who haven't even been weaned yet to get us into this mess? Wake up!"
The shrewd and far-sighted Lieutenant Colonel Kao Ke-chin echoed in a low voice, "You're right, General. If we send troops over at this time, it would be like moths to a flame."
Fyodor did not immediately refute, but simply watched his two trusted generals quietly.
Sartakis's anger was genuine and expected.
Kao Ke-chin's concerns were exactly the kind of response he was hoping for.
"As you and I know, this treaty was signed under the witness of world consciousness."
Fyodor's voice remained steady, yet carried an undeniable authority: "The Freedom Army cannot afford the consequences of disobeying it, but..."
He smiled dismissively: "The treaty only stipulates that we must 'send troops to protect' us, but it doesn't specify how we should protect them, let alone to what extent we should protect them."
Inside the temporary command center, the air seemed to freeze for a moment.
"What the general means is..."
A young staff officer spoke hesitantly, a thoughtful glint in his eyes.
"We will definitely go."
Fyodor turned around, his crimson pupils appearing particularly eerie in the dim light: "A battalion, no more, no less, we'll stay near the Redemption Road."
He strolled back to the conference table, placed his hands on the surface, leaned forward slightly, and swept his gaze across each officer present like a hawk: "Whether it's 'protection,' 'observation,' or 'witnessing,' that's another matter."
The crowd wisely remained silent, waiting for their general to finish speaking.
“Remember this, everyone.”
He took out a new cigar, lit it again, and said leisurely, "In the modern world, there are no permanent friends, only permanent interests. If Redemption Path wants to use us, we can use them in the same way."
He took off his beret and placed it on the table, a cruel smile curving his lips: "Get ready to let this show begin."