Chapter 160

"Do you want to turn into a corpse??"

Hearing the commotion inside,

the other Israeli officers in the frontline command center

felt their sympathy deepen on their faces.

"The General's temper is too violent..."

"It's over."

"This time he'll get beaten badly!"

Ten minutes later,

the world seemed to turn bitter and painful.

the room door opened,

and the bruised officer limped out.

The other officers watched silently,

whispering words of comfort and encouragement,

"Hold on!"

"You'll get used to it."

The officer back at his seat wiped a nosebleed,

feeling so aggrieved he wanted to cry.

"Damn it...."

"Wasn't it me who said to open fire?"

"It was clearly the General who gave the order himself..."

"Now he turns around and beats me?"

For the next few hours,

no sound came from that room again,

it was so quiet there wasn't even a single movement.

The officers in the command center were all somewhat puzzled,

could the General have fainted from anger inside?

According to past patterns,

whenever a war was lost,

General Jonathan should have been violent for at least an afternoon before stopping.

Why was today so abnormal?

Just as the officers were confused and puzzled,

before nightfall,

that door finally opened.

Jonathan, with bloodshot eyes, walked out slowly,

"General!"

Seeing Jonathan approach with a face full of hostility,

all the officers in the command center stood up to salute.

Jonathan didn't even pay attention,

walked straight to the digital control panel,

raised his hand and entered a string of mysterious coordinate numbers.

Then he said coldly,

"Lock onto these coordinates."

"Tomorrow at three in the afternoon, smash it."

The Israeli officer who had been beaten previously instinctively straightened his body,

"Yes! General!"

Then he opened the string of coordinates Jonathan had entered,

glanced at the specific location on the satellite map,

and discovered the coordinates were actually in Shacheng?

He zoomed in on the coordinate point,

to clearly see the target to be struck.

This officer opened his mouth,

and his pupils instantly contracted sharply.

"G-Ge... General."

"Are you sure you want to bomb this coordinate point?"

"This target is... is....."

"A large hospital in Shacheng!"

"Is this not..."

Hearing these words,

the eyes of the other officers in the command center also shifted sharply.

Bombing a hospital???

In the statutes of international law,

it is required that all wars must not bomb hospitals, schools, embassies, museums...

Nor may medical staff be shot at on the battlefield.

Although when real fighting breaks out,

no one can possibly attend to so many things.

But generally, there are two points

that both sides of a war will still exercise mutual restraint over.

One is schools.

One is hospitals.

And now,

the coordinates of a large, completely undefended hospital

lie right before their eyes.

"General!"

"There are at least 3,000 patients in that hospital, most of them children."

"Bombing a hospital would violate humanitarian principles."

"This is no longer a military operation; it is an act of terrorism!"

The officer raised his objection in an urgent but straightforward tone.

Clang!

In the next instant,

the officer was kicked flying by Jonathan.

Jonathan didn't even look at him,

but spoke with a blank expression.

"Humanitarian principles?"

"Hah, what is that?"

"Can it win the war?"

"Throw this guy back to the homeland; he is not fit to stay on the battlefield."

After issuing the ruthless order,