Chapter 3 will be delayed again, sorry. I've just returned these past couple of days and haven't fully recovered yet.
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Darius was stunned for a moment, then he laughed, glancing at his empty left sleeve and confidently answered, "I don't have higher aspirations, Colonel!"
Shire did not argue much, he calmly asked, "You should know about my passive position in the parliament, right?"
"Of course." Darius nodded, then cursed indignantly, "Those foolish guys, they're always being manipulated by the capitalists. If it wasn't for your repeated demonstrations of strength on the battlefield, they might still be spending money to buy more of that useless equipment!"
Darius was referring to the Saint Chammon and CA-1 Tank.
It's well known that the capitalists repeatedly used the parliament to defeat Shire's tanks, yet actual combat repeatedly proved that Shire's tanks were what the battlefield needed.
Darius and these old soldiers had a deeper understanding of this:
