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"Is there any regulation regarding Commander personally leading the troops? It shouldn't be restricted, right?"
Jufeng suddenly raised his head and asked Ouyang Chang.
Ouyang Chang was taken aback by the question. The implication was clear; Jufeng intended to take matters into his own hands.
After a moment of thought, Ouyang Chang replied, "There are no explicit regulations from the military, but commanders should not be at the forefront; they need to prioritize the bigger picture."
The message in Ouyang Chang's words was also clear: from his perspective, he was not in favor of Jufeng taking personal action.
Jufeng pondered for a while and then found a justification for himself. "Since this reconnaissance mission does not involve organizing troops, I should have no problem going myself. Let's have Qi Fa join me and bring along a full regiment."
Though Jufeng spoke lightly, his tone was resolute. His calm gaze at Ouyang Chang made the latter think for a moment before he dared not voice any objections.
Qi Fa glanced back and forth between Ouyang Chang and Jufeng, then after some consideration, stood up and said, "Let's go with a brigade for more assurance; it's also a sign of respect for Demoness."
Jufeng nodded and stood up as well, adding, "Vera will accompany us. You all make arrangements and set off as soon as possible."
The meeting quickly concluded, and Jufeng lost interest in the subsequent discussions about logistics. As he heard the sound of the door closing behind him, Qi Fa remarked lightly, "This Commander is quite carefree; he just brushes everything aside. Anyone could be such a Commander."
No one in the room responded to Qi Fa's complaint; they continued with their tasks in silence before leaving quietly.
Ouyang Chang walked over to his friend, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Brother, I wish you and Commander a great journey together."
For the past half month, Jufeng had been studying various military strategy books. After gaining a rough understanding, he reached a conclusion.
—The establishment of military academies is not without reason; warfare is far more complex than it appears.
He planned to personally observe the command style of the Demoness, to gauge it and expand his own insights, allowing for a quicker growth in his military understanding.
However, despite Jufeng's eagerness, it was not he who left first, but rather a group led by Sisi, who had a much longer journey ahead of them.
The Imperial Guard was an enhanced unit equipped with two Battleships, with the rest being mecha operators. The strength of this enhanced unit was evident from the three leaders: one at Crimson Rank, one at Tenth Rank, and ten others at Azure Level, like Sisi. The entire force existed solely to protect a Music Goddess, highlighting both her importance and the might of the Dragon Breaker Army.
Flying within the Magellan Star System was not particularly tense; aside from the Suihuan Army outside the Star System, there were no forces in the Cosmos that could instill fear in this enhanced unit. The only concerns were minor nuisances like pirates or terrorists who might take advantage during times of chaos in the Cosmos. However, these were insignificant figures and not worth worrying about.
As they flew through the star-filled expanse, an inexplicable sense of solitude and melancholy enveloped them. Even the happiest individuals would find themselves quiet and reflective in such a setting.
Chen Tan Hua approached from a distance, with starlight cascading down onto the edge of the Battleship. Tian Feng stared into space, lost in thought.
He walked closer and tossed a bottle of beer to Tian Feng. The bottle spun gracefully through the air before landing securely in Tian Feng's hand.
"Why didn't you go to the goddess's room today? Feeling neglected?"
Chen Tan Hua joked lightly. After spending time together, they had grown quite familiar. With Jufeng as their common link, many had ultimately forged friendships.
Tian Feng smiled helplessly in acknowledgment. It was obvious to anyone that his feelings for Wen Yun were anything but ordinary; she was a revered Music Goddess, an idol across the entire Cosmos, while he was just an ordinary man unknown to most. Yet among their group, no one considered this a joke; social status did not matter here; every friend stood on equal ground.
However, Tian Feng felt insecure and harbored some worries that left him feeling… constrained. There were indeed issues between them during their temporary interactions.
As for Wen Yun's feelings, Tian Feng might have known something but still dared not confirm them.
He feared that once he acknowledged them and faced disappointment, he would lose any chance he had completely.
This is something many people experience: having feelings for someone but not daring to confess, fearing that once they do, even the possibility of standing by their side might become a luxury.
Chen Tan Hua looked at the worry etched on Tian Feng's brow and suddenly thought of Jufeng, murmuring to himself, "It turns out that every man cannot escape the allure of beautiful women."
Shaking his head in self-deprecation, Tian Feng finished his drink, each lost in their own thoughts. Chen Tan Hua decided not to disturb him any further and left.
Since Sisi became the captain of the Royal Guard, she had devoted almost all her time to studying how to lead her troops effectively.
After eight years of rigorous training, Sisi had developed impressive skills, enough to protect herself. In her spare time, she would discuss self-defense techniques with Chen Tan Hua, constantly upgrading her knowledge.
Seeing Chen Tan Hua pass by, Sisi immediately chased after him in the corridor, her tight-fitting athletic wear accentuating her perfect and alluring figure.
"Brother Sanlang, I've practiced that shoulder throw you taught me yesterday. How about you help me practice a bit more?"
Chen Tan Hua was quite fond of Sisi, this Sister Ni. Her straightforward personality and genuine innocence were rare in today's society.
The simplest things often leave the deepest impressions.
In front of Sisi, Chen Tan Hua spoke little because she was a talkative person with a truly pleasant voice; he preferred to listen.
He nodded in response when suddenly Sisi threw a punch at his face with remarkable speed yet surprisingly light.
Sisi's reflexes were impressive; she immediately tilted her head to dodge and then slid her left leg back, grabbing hold of Chen Tan Hua's incoming fist while pressing her waist against him tightly.
Feeling Sisi's curvy figure pressed against him made Chen Tan Hua's expression change instantly. If he were to act inappropriately now, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself.
His attention was focused below, completely oblivious to what was happening above. Sisi exerted her strength at the waist and executed a shoulder throw, slamming Chen Tan Hua onto the ground.
A heavy grunt escaped his lips.
"Brother Sanlang, are you okay? Why were you so unprepared? Did you hurt yourself?"
In their previous training sessions, Chen Tan Hua would always land on his feet, ready for anything. But this time, it was a genuine fall, and Sisi could feel it.
Chen Tan Hua was now too preoccupied with the pain to care about his embarrassment. He quickly tried to cover it up, explaining, "I'm fine, really. Don't worry about me. Um... I have to go now. We'll continue tomorrow. Bye, Sisi."
With that, Chen Tan Hua hurriedly fled, leaving Sisi looking bewildered.
(To be continued)
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