Pershing leaned forward towards Shire, thinking it would appear more friendly.
"I completely agree with what you've said, Vice Admiral." Pershing's tone was sincere: "But please believe, I am a professional soldier, unlike you..."
Pershing's hand flipped a few times in front of him:
"Sorry, I mean no offense."
"What I mean is, I am purely a soldier, without any identity as a businessman or cooperation with them."
"Therefore, what I consider is only the battlefield. In other words, achieving victory and bringing those poor kids home."
Pershing fixed his gaze on Shire, genuine emotion revealed in his eyes, even a hint of pleading:
"I am very clear on one point, only your tactics and equipment can achieve that."
"If you do not agree, my troops will undoubtedly suffer heavy casualties on future battlefields."
"Although they will eventually grow. But until then, they might have to exchange their blood and lives for lessons!"
Hubbard added from the side:
