Caesar crouched beside the oil tanker, observing how the officers around him treated this burly man with utmost respect, not daring to show the slightest disrespect.

Suddenly, Caesar slapped his palm with his fist, a look of realization crossing his face.

Oh, this must be the commander of the rebel Ninth Division!

"who!"

However, the sound of Caesar slamming his fist into his palm was so loud that it immediately alerted those around him.

The Ninth Division Commander glanced back and looked around at the rebel subordinates who were so afraid to even breathe. Judging from their panicked expressions, the sound was probably not something they had made unintentionally.

As a result, the military minister's gaze slowly shifted and gradually locked onto the oil tanker.

Then footsteps suddenly sounded, the military minister's broad feet stomping on the soft sand, making a rustling sound.

Like something out of a shoujo manga, it enticed Caesar's heart, making it beat faster and faster as the footsteps drew closer.

This brave woman from Caludon hid behind the large tires of the oil tanker, gripping the hilt of her short sword tightly, waiting for the moment the military minister approached.

Although doing so goes against Lucy's plan, Wan Jun would be at high risk of beating up the military minister.

But Caesar really wanted to fight!

Seeing a formidable enemy right in front of you but having to hide is no different from having a shoujo manga on the table, but Lucy saying it's all meaningless, tying Caesar up, and then sitting on the Three Little Pigs to watch it!

So, come on over!

Once you spot me, I can abandon all external thinking and just stab you with my sword!

Caesar listened intently to the footsteps, gazing down at the approaching shadow bathed in moonlight. His breathing involuntarily quickened, his cheeks flushed slightly, and his grip on the short sword creaked.

Step...step...

It's getting closer, closer and closer!

Caesar held his breath, his face growing increasingly flushed. When his gaze passed over a small space beneath the windshield and he caught a glimpse of the military minister's hair for the first time, Caesar could no longer contain himself. It was as if his very blood was cheering, and he took a step forward and rushed out.

However, at this moment, the military minister, who had been suspiciously searching the tanker truck, suddenly stopped.

He reached for the earphones on the side, then instinctively turned his back and leaned against the tanker truck, pressing his butt against the front of the truck so he could stand more comfortably.

But this put Caesar in a difficult position, as he had just rushed out and slashed at the enemy with his sword.

The other person didn't even come over; they simply sliced ​​through thin air with their sword. Luckily, no one saw it, and Caesar quickly retreated behind the tire.

The military minister heard something strange again, but when he turned his head to look, Caesar was nowhere to be seen. He thought it was just his imagination and ignored it, continuing to talk to the other person in the earpiece.

The military minister, his face cold and stern, said: "[Reporting across ranks? Hmph! Report the situation using the fewest words possible!]"

[Ah, hoo! Ah, hoo! Oh dear, wah-woo!]

The next second, several strange screams came from the other end of the headset, and there were also a few faint gunshots.

The military minister sensed something was wrong, so he immediately sat up from the tanker truck, his expression extremely serious, and sternly rebuked him: "Soldier, answer me, what exactly is the situation on your end?"

However, all that could be heard on the other end of the communication was a series of groans and screams, with only a few words occasionally escaping.

[Military Minister... Whoa! We... oh no! We've encountered... no! Wait, wait, I'll surrender...]

The communication was disconnected.

The military minister, who had been listening intently but hadn't heard a single useful piece of information, was so angry he wanted to smash his headphones.

But then I thought about how expensive these headphones were, so I decided against it.

"Sigh, whatever!"

The military minister took a deep breath, and after recovering, he put the earphones back in and faced the direction of Wildfire Town, gazing intently at the sky above it, which was illuminated by colorful lights.

At this point, how could the military minister not know?

The so-called carnival being held in Wildfire Town tonight is just a ruse. They've already discovered our presence, but they're just playing along and pretending not to notice.

When they let their guard down, Wildfire Town concentrated its forces and delivered a thunderous blow!

That's incredibly audacious!

Thump!

A loud bang startled the rebels surrounding the military minister, and they all stared at him in trembling fear.

He punched the roof of the oil tanker, creating a deep dent!

After delivering the punch, the military minister glanced around, and all the rebel subordinates who met his gaze lowered their heads, not daring to look him in the eye.

The military minister snorted coldly: "Hmph, I thought that since Calydon's son could become a hegemon, he must be a shrewd man who could judge the situation. Let us plunder a bit and then forcibly conscript soldiers, and that will be the end of it today."

"But who knew these guys wouldn't give us any face at all? Well, they can't blame me then! Pass the order down: armored mobile units, prepare for a strong assault on Wildfire Town and turn the tide..."

As they were talking, the military minister seemed to smell a strange odor in the air and unconsciously sniffed the air.

The military minister frowned. The smell was somewhat familiar, like... like... fuel oil!

Oh no!

The military minister's eyes suddenly widened, and he thought to himself that something was wrong. He almost blurted out, "Get down!"

The rebels were stunned. A moment later, they saw the military minister, completely unconcerned about his image, fall headfirst into the sand. The armor binding his left arm fell apart in an instant, covering him like a coffin.

Oh, the rebels do know about this thing. It's the Minister of War's strongest defensive form. In a crisis, the armor on his left arm can transform into a coffin to protect his body, making it extremely defensive.

It was thanks to this that the Minister of War was able to survive the repeated bombardments of the New Elidu army until now, and even eventually become the Minister of War.

However, the way this move is performed is quite comical, and since becoming the Minister of the Army, I have rarely seen him use it.