Chapter 7: First sight.

"The Red Cross won't allow little girls to go to the front lines."

In a large office, Lieutenant General Stewart lit a cigar and smoked it in front of Major Gilbert.

"But the weapons are different."

"Orders have been given from above to allow you to bring these humanoid weapons into battle."

Gilbert frowned, subconsciously looking at the young girl standing behind him, her eyes, like sapphires, were empty at the moment.

"sHe's too unstable, Lieutenant General."

Lieutenant General Stewart sneered, looking at the little girl in front of him.

"You saw how she behaved on the training ground, Mr. Major, as a soldier of this country, watch your words, don't let anyone get suspicious, let alone get emotional."

When Major Gilbert first brought this picked girl to the training ground, the instructor wanted to give the child a hard time and make her suffer and listen well, but instead, Violet didn't hesitate to punch the instructor in the throat, resulting in a grisly murder on the spot. This alone would have been enough to have the Major tried in a military court, but Major Kilbert's family was so powerful that the military covered up the incident for its own sake, and treated him as being killed on the spot. Since this incident, no one wants to train with Violet. Everyone moved away from the girl who was known as a killing machine, and the eyes of everyone who saw her were filled with horror, as if they saw a terrifying monster.

As the Lieutenant General said that, he suddenly threw the gun at Violet.

The moment the gun was received, Violet pulled the bolt in the blink of an eye and took a battle stance!

"Full marks for shooting, and unarmed fighting is even more cruel, even without weapons, this young girl can still kill with her bare hands. And you also understand that this young girl can be said to be useless except for killing people. Even if I arrange for her broke into the Red Cross, a temporary shelter for refugees, what would you do if he went on a rampage and killed our military doctor?"

"The military doctor is a national treasure, it must not be lost. Take her to the battlefield, a cold weapon without relatives, use her as much as you like, and just throw her away afterwards."

"But she just..."

"Enough!"

The Lieutenant General threw a cigar at Gilbert.

"I don't have time for hypocrisy, Mr. Major."

"Execute my orders!"

Knock... Knock knock...

Suddenly, there was a knock on the office door, a slender figure walked through the door, and upon closer look, it was a young girl about the same age as Violet, the Lieutenant General subconsciously stood up when he saw this person.

"Aetil….. Doctor."

"Lieutenant General Stewart...."

The young girl's voice was slightly hoarse, caused by the long-term effects of battlefield smoke and who knows how many ash and gunpowder particles she had inhaled.

"I came to apply for medical benefits, we are very short of anesthetics, gauze, antibiotics and any medicines we can use."

"There's no need for you to come alone for such a small matter, Petty Officer Aetil."

Gilbert looked at the young girl in front of him, who seemed to be slightly older than Violet, with long, snow-like hair that stood out, and although her face looked tired, her body was sturdy, and her uniform was very neat and meticulous, looking like a doctor at a glance.

"If I don't come in person, the supplies approved from above will go through layers of exploitation, and there won't even be half of it left when we reach the battlefield."

"No matter what kind of army, there will never be a shortage of people who want to make national fortunes, they all have to be shot."

Lieutenant General Stewart had no superior/subordinate relationship with Aetil, the Red Cross was an organization that remained neutral, and neither warring side could attack a soldier with a Red Cross shoulder badge when they saw him on the battlefield, but Aetil often gave his own shoulder badges. to others to cover for a patient, and is an admirable and cruel character, who is respected even though she cannot even fire a gun.

Despite the neutral relationship, Aetil was willing to stay on their side, and most of the people he treated were also soldiers of the Northern Joint Forces who were the Guards, there was no benefit to be gained by offending a respected doctor, and no one knew what the consequences would be after Aetil went to the enemy camp.

"It is clear that your medical supplies are very limited."

Looking at the small, worn, and defective medical equipment that Aetil carried around his waist, the Lieutenant General quietly put out his cigar. It was precisely because the Red Cross was a neutral party, Lieutenant General Stewart was not qualified to give any orders to Aetil, nor could she be offended, so the Lieutenant General could not speak to her in the same manner as if he were facing Gilbert, even though he was only a sergeant major small. But Stewart could only speak to Aetil in a consultative tone as well.

"The next batch of supplies will be delivered by you personally, Sergeant Aetil."

"Lieutenant General Stewart, coming here has delayed me too much, you and I both want the war to be won sooner rather than later, but as a doctor, I am not standing in the operating room right now but standing here, sniffing a damned cigar You and then listen to you hand over this handover to me, so how many people do you think will die because of the delays I will experience in handling the handover of supplies? How many lives do you think will be lost because of me talking to you now?"

Aetil braced his hands on the table and looked straight at Stull with both eyes, he had seen too much life and death, Aetil's eyes had indifference towards life, but at the same time carried reverence for life, and sincerity that could not be doubted. Even though it sounded a bit contradictory, it was indeed the best way to describe him.

The thirteen year old girl still had her full strength when facing the current over a hundred year old Lieutenant General.

The Lieutenant General fell silent and finally stood up, stepped on his still lit cigar and bowed slightly to Aetil.

"You are right, Mr. Aetil, I am too shallow."

Aetil nodded slightly, then he noticed a stream of glances, turning to look at Major Kilberut and then at the young girl hiding behind him.

"Are you Major Gilbert Bougainvillea?"

Gilbert was surprised that the white-haired girl in front of him knew his name, and hurriedly said.

"Then Your Majesty must be Aetil Gardenia."

The white-haired girl gave a military salute to the Major, and to the Major's surprise, Aetil didn't say anything and wanted to turn his head and leave.

"Wait."

Violet hid behind the Major and kept looking at Aetil's back, not knowing what he was thinking. Hearing the Major's voice, Aetil looked back.

"Is there something wrong with you? Mr. Major."

"I..."

Gilbert subconsciously turned his gaze to Violet, and Aetil seemed to have read the Major's thoughts and spoke.

"What do you mean that kid?"

"Your Excellency Major, by reason of reason, I cannot accept such a situation, but she is... now."

Aetil approached Violet and raised her hand to pull her collar.

"Danger!"

Violet gasped, the Lieutenant General's gun was still in her hand, and in the next moment, the black hole of the gun was aimed right at Aetil's head.

"I don't like people pointing guns at me, really, really don't."

Thumb brushed the Violet soldier's military badge, Aetil said.

"He's wearing a uniform now and being a soldier, so he has to go to war for his country."

Aetil stared at Violet coldly, a pair of white eyes staring into her deep sapphire eyes.

"Shoot."

Violet turned as if waiting for the Major's order, and Gilbert rushed forward to grab Violet's gun.

"Hmph, what a good dog."

Aetil snorted coldly and turned to leave, as she left, she was silent for a moment and said.

"When the war is over, report my name, and she can get a place in the Red Cross, food, if she survives."

Aetil lowered her head, and although her tone was very cold, what came out of his mouth were the warmest words.

"Regarding the abandonment you just spoke of, I won't allow anyone to just throw it away on the battlefield."

"A soldier of the fatherland must not die at the hands of his own people."