Brigadier General Mkawa, the chief of staff, probably guessed something. A trace of blue flashed across his face, but he seemed to be silent on this issue, as if he wanted to completely forget this incident.

"In the event of a landing battle, Brigadier Zuo Wanhu will be in command of the enemy, and Colonel Walter will be his deputy. Is that so?" the old captain asked again.

"This is natural." Yu Lian glanced at the other party in confusion. He didn't understand why he would repeat something so natural.

"I hope that at the critical moment, the commander should stay in the command position." He said.

Is the co-author meant for me? Yu Lian suddenly became happy and said with a smile: "Captain, if the commander is the highest-ranking psyker, what should be done in the past military regulations?"

"Since the founding of the community, there has been no such example." Brigadier General Mkawa also pretended to be admonishing.

"Okay. Let me start from scratch and create new regulations." Yu Lian waved his hand: "Don't worry, I am not a brave martial artist after all. If things go well, of course I will be happy to

Sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai."

On the other side, in the snake lair, the mysterious conference room that seemed to be above the gray fog and under the starry sky had returned to its original appearance. When the environmental projection in the room, which was established based on mysticism, dissipated

, a conference room full of modernity has been revealed.

The steel ceiling and four walls, with a large row of various terminals in the center flashing continuous data and projected images, represent all the real-time battle conditions in this galaxy.

The scene here is no different from almost all previous military headquarters.

Mr. "Past", who was still sitting on the chair, looked at his colleagues in the room and their projections, and said warmly: "Everyone, this is the end. Our beacon has been buried. Now, it's

It’s time to say goodbye for the last time.”

The real bodies of the snake heads and the projections stood up one after another, and said loudly with unprecedented solemnity: "Everything is empty, and all spirits are real!"

"It's all a circle!"

Then, the old man suddenly stood up and dropped the robe wrapped around him. Everyone suddenly discovered that this old man, who was full of mysticism and seemed extremely gloomy, was actually much taller than expected.

At this time, he was wearing a silver battle armor and holding a golden halberd. He was as tall and mighty as a descending god. The purple skin exposed outside the armor was covered with wrinkles, but he did not look old at this time.
Chapter completed!