"If there are no issues, please prepare for the warp." Fiscella's smile contained a hint of seriousness: "General Kafka, the 5th Fleet is part of the Expeditionary Army. Please believe that we will treat everyone equally, and I will provide detailed answers to these questions in the subsequent battle plans, even if you don't ask."
Fiscella's image dimmed, and the call ended.
Kafka stood quietly in the ship captain's room, feeling a wave of loneliness. He understood that being treated equally meant not only rights but also obeying orders. He also realized that this apparent plan to besiege Wei to save Zhao might have been a prearranged feint.
But what choice did he and this fragmented country have?
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Milan found herself daydreaming again.
Fatty had been gone to Gazalin for almost a year now, and Milan didn't know how she endured it this past year.
