Chapter 183

He will hold a press conference.

Answer some questions about the Gaza War,

and also address the bombing of the Santorini Hospital.

Then he will return to the rear of the Israelite Nation,

but before that,

he still has to welcome some good news.

Open the door to the room,

and walk into the command center.

Jonathan held a cup of coffee in one hand,

while the other hand made a morning greeting gesture.

"Good morning, my dear officers?"

With a cheerful mood,

Jonathan asked with a smile.

"Now, tell me."

"What wonderful things happened last night?"

"Where is the head of that mercenary band's leader placed?"

"Could it be placed in my office?"

Jonathan fully displayed his hypocritical elegance,

not noticing

the chaotic mess throughout the entire command center.

Documents and papers were scattered everywhere,

and those communication devices hung down in disarray.

Several chairs had also been knocked over.

It was as if

a war had broken out in the command center last night.

More than a dozen command center officers,

staring at their messy hair,

with wide, bloodshot eyes.

Each one kept their head down, none daring to meet Jonathan's gaze.

Jonathan finally sensed something was wrong,

and the smile on his face slowly began to fade.

"What is it? My officers?"

Knowing that delaying would only make Jonathan angrier,

after a long hesitation,

an unlucky officer was pushed forward.

He lowered his head and reported in a low voice,

"General..."

"Everything that happened last night... is somewhat complicated."

"Our Second Defense Zone was severely invaded by that mercenary band last night."

"Six bases and twelve outposts were harassed and attacked."

"Thirty-six patrol squads were pinned down and lured."

"Two special forces teams suffered casualties exceeding one-third of their total strength."

Listening to the officer's report,

the smile on Jonathan's face vanished.

Before the immense anger arrived,

he asked with a blank expression.

"Then how many people from that mercenary band did you kill?"

Hearing this question,

the officers in the command center lowered their heads even further.

"Gen... General."

"Not a single one."

"They all escaped."

"We do not know their current location..."

Hearing the final result,

Crash!

The coffee cup in Jonathan's hand fell directly to the ground.

In the next moment,

anger completely engulfed his entire being.

One hour later,

more than half of the forces in the Second Defense Zone of the Israelite Nation began to withdraw for defense.

Tens of thousands of soldiers,

began searching in reverse along the front-line war zone.

Attempting to locate a mercenary battalion that had already successfully crossed to the rear.

At the same time,

various war departments began to draw off troops,

surrounding the airport where General Jonathan would hold a Wenfabu Society press conference and board a plane to return home.

Two special forces teams from Zanxin appeared within the airport,

while another two and a half special forces teams maintained tight security in the area surrounding the airport.

Inside the airport,

at least one battalion of soldiers had been crammed in.

11:40.

General Jonathan, his face gloomy,

arrived at the airport under heavy guard.

A helicopter stood ready nearby at all times.

Dozens of waiting reporters from various countries surged forward,

under tight protection,

preparing to conduct interviews.

Noon 12:00.

General Jonathan stepped onto the stage with a smile,

and began to accept interviews from all the reporters.

"General Jonathan!"

"May I ask how long you will stay upon returning to the interior of Israel?"

"Regarding the front-line command of the Gaza War, has there been any change in the Israeli military?"

A reporter began to pose a question.