Chapter 788: Continuous victory and continuous failure

"A great victory!"

The loudspeaker in the gymnasium came with the commentator's passionate and affirmative words!

"Ethan defeated his opponent this time. He already has the qualifications to challenge the boxing champion. Next, it depends on his recovery situation and whether he can move the champion."

"If I were the league chairman, I would consider giving him such an opportunity now. We need a young boxer full of miraculous power."

"We need Ethan, need him to create miracles!"

The commentator offered his praise without hesitation. Although he didn't say that he believed Ethan could also defeat the champion, his words were full of strong confidence in Ethan.

Ethan was completely covered by the magnesium light of the flash. People's praise made him feel a kind of glory from the bottom of his heart, from the inside out.

At this moment, he seemed to understand a little bit why Lansi wanted him to stand on the ring instead of holding a gun and standing behind Lansi.

Lansi and the others also came out of the VIP box and walked over.

Ethan pushed away those who were blocking in front of him, walked to Lansi's side, scratched his head, and said: "Hope I didn't let you down."

This sentence made Lansi somewhat emotional. He walked to Ethan's side and hugged his broad shoulders. He couldn't even hug his whole arm!

"You didn't let anyone down, and you only need to be responsible for yourself, not us."

"I hope you can walk a different path. This is your life!"

He didn't take up too much of Ethan's time. Looking at the girls who were screaming around him and those fanatical fans, he smiled and patted Ethan's strong muscles: "Now, go enjoy your moment!"

Walking out of the stadium, Lansi was in a rare good mood. Ethan's success on the ring proved that Imperial immigrants don't only have two paths: being bottom-level workers and joining gangs.

Being a boxer or an actor are both good choices.

"Mr. Lansi!"

After Lansi and the others walked out of the stadium, Ethan's coach ran over chasing them. Someone blocked in front of him, but Lansi signaled to let him come over.

"Mr. Lansi, there is something I want to chat with you about."

Lansi nodded: "About what?"

"About whether Ethan should take the gold belt next."

Lansi stopped there, signaling him to continue.

"Ethan winning this time is actually not necessarily a good thing. This will make his opponents treat him more cautiously than before."

"The champion's requirements might be very high, in terms of appearance fee."

The appearance fee this time was outrageously high, but for Lansi, it wasn't a problem.

Think of it another way: although this ninth-ranked gentleman participated in this match with twice the appearance fee, what he lost here is much more than what he gained!

His ranking was replaced by Ethan, his ranking plummeted, and even if he could fight again, his commercial value would be far less than before.

And as long as Ethan continues to move forward and never stops, then every time he is mentioned, people will think of these "background boards" of his.

Even if Ethan retires from the boxing world one day, these celebrities he defeated will still be his background boards.

Unless the ninth-ranked gentleman can get a gold belt, he will never be able to wash away the humiliation of this failure in his life!

His commercial value will continue to shrink, and his appearance fee will continue to decrease.

Perhaps his appearance fee for the next match will only be a few tens of thousands. If he can't win the match cleanly, his commercial value and appearance fee will shrink further.

In the boxing world, there is no lack of a large number of blue-collar workers. If he can't do it, he can only mix into the blue-collar layer.

Hearing some of the coach's thoughts, Lansi gave him a number: "Within one million, you can directly promise him."

The coach smiled: "He will ask for 500,000 at most. 600,000 is already the limit. It's impossible to reach one million!"

Lansi wasn't that optimistic. Now a ninth place dares to shout a price of 350,000. If the champion shouts one million, it's not too much, right?

After chatting simply for a few sentences, Lansi and the others got in the car and left here.

And the coach walked toward the officials of the boxing league.

This kind of official match involving noun changes will definitely have boxing league officials here.

Ethan's coach wasn't known by anyone before Ethan fought his way out, but everyone believes that as the result of today's match begins to spread over a wider range, he will definitely become a well-known person.

So the officials were not that difficult to contact. They took the initiative to stop and shake hands with him.

After two sentences of pleasantries, the coach asked: "If Ethan wants to challenge the gold belt, will the league provide some support?"

The league official found it somewhat funny: "You just changed your ranking!"

He wanted to remind the coach whether Ethan needed time even if they wanted to fight.

"We can create momentum first. People will like to hear this news, a poor boy's Federation dream path!"

"This is a good opportunity for the league to expand its influence!"

The official thought seriously for a while and then shook his head: "I'm sorry, I can't make a decision on this matter. After all, it involves the cruiserweight gold belt."

"We will tell the chairman your thoughts after we go back. As for whether he agrees, we can't guarantee, but we will definitely try our best to stand on your side and communicate with him."

The coach knew this was the best result. He thanked the two officials again and again before returning to the gymnasium.

Reporters were still interviewing Ethan. Although today's match was very short, it was absolutely wonderful, like a super bomb that suddenly exploded. Everyone was shocked and couldn't close their jaws!

Especially the two hitting each other at the same time, and then falling at the same time, but Ethan stood up again.

These pictures formed a super violent aesthetic art. Federation people will love this to death!

Everyone can foresee that a star in the boxing world is rising.

The coach pushed through the crowd and inserted from the side. He walked to Ethan's side and said loudly to the reporters: "We will challenge the cruiserweight champion and the gold belt later. We will create history!"

The reporters, who had already cooled down somewhat, went crazy again. They wished they could use the flash to blind the coach's dog eyes!

This match made people know New Jincheng, and also know the "King Kong" in New Jincheng!

In a place people didn't notice, the ninth-ranked gentleman and his team were leaving. Their faces didn't have the confidence they had before coming, and each one had a cold face.

The agent looked at the ninth-ranked gentleman lying on the stretcher and couldn't help but say: "You said you could win."

The ninth-ranked gentleman just said calmly: "I said, I will try my best to win. No one can guarantee that they will definitely win on the ring, not even the champion!"

"Losing is normal..."

He said and said, and his voice became smaller, and finally disappeared and couldn't be heard.

None of the group continued to speak. Everyone was thinking about their own things, because they all knew that this time it wasn't just as simple as losing a match.

Some people's lives are on the ring, but some people's lives are on the gambling table.

Of course, these have nothing to do with Ethan and Lansi and the others. The next time you see Ethan on the ring, it should be the battle between him and the champion.

Lansi is looking forward to the arrival of this day.

In September, something happened that wasn't that important to Federation people. The Slader people were hit hard again on the battlefield. Dantela's three mechanical divisions bypassed the defensive line held by the Slader people from another road at a very fast speed, exceeding people's imagination.

Although the Slader people organized forces to counterattack in time and drove these Dantela people back, they also paid an extremely heavy price.

Originally, the Slader military alliance was still considering accumulating strength to carry out an active counterattack. The Federation people set a good example for them. After the Federation people dragged a part of the Dantela people's attention, they launched an attack from the front and south.

The people of Nanteliel (the main southern force of the Slader military alliance) were also ready to fight a beautiful counterattack, but the result of the failure on the front battlefield caused the entire plan to fall through.

The reinforcements from Sumuli supporting the Slader alliance were also beaten to pieces in this war.

Dantela people never thought about advancing the battle line. Their purpose was just to make the defensive line full of holes and then withdraw from where they came.

The two sides have a relatively large gap in strategic and tactical levels, and it has already begun to snowball.

It is said that war-weariness began to appear within Slader. In this environment of always being beaten, some people will definitely have some problems in their thinking.

More Slader people began to hide or smuggle to other countries to avoid being sent to the front line.

"Pig-like commanders" and "fishing net-like defensive lines" are their names for front-line commanders and their defensive lines.

Subsequently, the Slader front-line commander was dismissed on the spot, escorted back to the capital to accept interrogation, and along with a group of officers were arrested.

It is said that the Slader Prime Minister believed that there might be traitors within the military; otherwise, it would be impossible for them to bypass some checkpoints so accurately and stab them in the back.

The continuous failure on the front battlefield caused the Federation people's desire to prepare for an attack to be braked in time, and a peaceful side appeared on the front line for a short time.

But everyone knows that this is only temporary.

Dantela's allies are continuing to invade westward, and a large number of coerced local people are armed by Dantela people and then sent to the battlefield.

The Federation people gave them a heavy blow with human wave tactics on the northern battlefield. If you only look at the data on the battlefield, they are undoubtedly outstanding, excellent, and even victorious!

Every Dantela soldier can kill 2.3 Federation soldiers. The gap of nearly three times makes Dantela people unable to pick any faults from top to bottom.

But the problem is, they are retreating again and again, constantly being forced to retreat. Clearly, the data is dominant, but they always lose positions, just because the number of people is too small.

Now they don't ask for elite policies, pushing more servant armies to the front line to consume with the Federation people, curbing the Federation people's pace of constantly moving eastward, and then extracting their hands to solve the pressure on the front battlefield, and then thinking of ways to outflank the Federation people's rear.

As long as this part of the 200,000 to 300,000 Federation troops is eaten, the pressure on the northern battlefield can be greatly reduced.

All actions imply that the changes in the battlefield are intensifying. Slader people once again launched a mobilization order, requiring more Slader men to walk onto the battlefield instead of thinking about fleeing to other places.

At the same time, they are also calling on two small countries further west of Slader to pay money and effort. Once Slader is beaten down, Dantela people will definitely not let them go.

The influence of the "World War" continues to spread, and more countries are beginning to lean toward the center of the war under forced or active circumstances.

The treacherous international situation makes everyone feel dull and breathless.

On Sumuli Island, the news that Sumuli's reinforcements were beaten and scattered by Dantela mechanical divisions on the front line has been sent back. Almost everywhere on the island, one can see people crying.

Their children, husbands, and fathers have become a number in this war, a cold number!

They can never come back.

Even if they can come back, it might just be an urn, and even whether the ashes inside are their relatives' ashes cannot be determined.

Imagine, under the back-and-forth crushing of tracks on the battlefield, who the hell can know who that pile on the ground is?

Don't say there are tattoos; even if there are name tags, it's not necessarily okay.

Christopher followed Leonardo to attend the four major families' meeting. This time, Leonardo obviously wasn't as "domineering" as the previous few times.

He sat in his seat, supporting his cheeks with his hands, without saying a word.

The patriarch of the anti-war family representing Sumuli Island sitting opposite him coughed and kept staring at Leonardo, while Leonardo could only pretend to be dead at this time.

"The Slader ambassador contacted the Prime Minister last night, asking us to continue sending reinforcements."

"The last conscription already made many people very dissatisfied with our decision. If we continue to conscript, what will the men on the island think?"

"And how can we guarantee that the soldiers sent out this time can come back alive?"

This matter is indeed very headache-inducing. So many people died, and originally everyone was whispering in their hearts, including Leonardo.

But the problem now is no longer that he, the main war faction, wants to continue conscripting to fight, but that the Slader people are demanding that they must conscript and then send them to the battlefield.

Slader people might realize that if they only squeeze their own war potential, even if they win in the end, they actually lose.

They must ensure that they are not in a state of "exhausting all efforts" when the war ends, at least to be about the same as the situation in surrounding countries.

This also means that surrounding countries must also join the war more.

They might still be lacking in dealing with Dantela people, but dealing with people like those on Sumuli Island is too easy.

Others in the room didn't speak. Facts have proven that the game of war is not something Sumuli people can play.

Tens of thousands of people were sent out, and not long after, more than half were missing. Although some might have hidden, these people definitely wouldn't come back again.

"Leonardo, you have always advocated participating in the war. Now tell us your thoughts."

People's attention focused on Leonardo. He waved his hand somewhat shamefully, as if driving away the flies in front of him: "Don't say that. Although I advocated joining the war, I never thought about sacrificing the lives of Sumuli people to gain anything for myself."

"And you see it now, even if I don't advocate war, we will be forced to join the war now."

"This war will affect the entire Tanfeit continent. No one can escape!"

"Whether it's us or anyone else, this is just a difference of sooner or later."

"We can take the initiative to join the war, at least we can grasp some initiative on the alliance side."

"If we are forced to join the war, our situation might be even worse than it is now."

"Not only is there no initiative, but we also need to send children to the battlefield even more."

The old man sitting opposite him sarcastically mocked him: "Now it's children?"

Leonardo didn't pay attention to him.

"Now we need to unify our thinking: whether to agree to the ambassador's request to continue sending reinforcements to the front line, or directly reject him."

People in the room began to discuss. After all, this relates to the fate of Sumuli Island.

It looks like they seem to be choosing, but in reality, there isn't much room for choice, because they have no other choice except to support this request.

Choose to reject?

Perhaps Slader people will turn around and take action against them.

Even if they don't take action, cutting off the material exchanges on the island will also cause them huge trouble.

The population on the island is too large, and food needs to rely on imports to meet people's needs. Once the transportation of materials is cut off, it won't be long before they have to compromise.

So this matter, from the beginning, had nothing to discuss.

The so-called discussion is nothing more than a decent form for everyone, and at the same time, sharing the responsibility.

After discussing for a while, everyone's opinions were basically unified, which was also foreseeable from the beginning.

Originally Leonardo was ready to leave, but the old man opposite said another thing.

"This time we must send at least 100,000 people to the front line. The Prime Minister's side will solve 20,000, and the rest will be 20,000 for each of us."

Saying this, the old man opposite stood up: "In short, that's it."

After he finished speaking, he patted his butt and left. The other two had nothing to say now, said goodbye to Leonardo, and left, leaving only Leonardo and these people under him.

He was somewhat frantic, scratched his head. It hadn't been long since the last conscription, and now there was another conscription. Coupled with the bad news from the front line, it would definitely spread in a short time. He could already imagine the difficulty of conscription.

Returning to the manor, he gathered the family members and talked about this matter.

Everyone spoke their own opinions and said a lot. In the end, Leonardo's son-in-law said: "We can still gather people, but the problem is, who will pay for arming these people."

"If the government pays, we all know they can't take out much money anymore."

"If Slader people don't give us some support, will these expenses eventually fall on us?"

"Even if it's just arming 20,000 people, this means we have to spend tens of millions (converted to Federation Sol)."

"Can we take out so much money?"

"And should we take it."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 789 =====