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"Hey, did you hear? Our Commander seems to have been beaten up. Who's bold enough to do that? This person is definitely doomed."
"Nonsense, what do you know! The one who did the beating is fine, but the Imperial Guard beside the Commander has suffered serious injuries. They're all lying in the hospital now, and they've had to recruit a lot of people from various units. The whole headquarters is in a state of panic."
"Can you not spread rumors if you don't know the details? How could the Commander be beaten? He just lost a few hairs from his beard. His guards did suffer heavy losses, though; many of them are seriously injured. From the office door to the main entrance of the headquarters, there were injured personnel all along the way, while the assailant managed to leave without a scratch. It's truly unbelievable!"
"Who is this person so powerful that they can act against the Commander and get away with it? It can't be the War God Chen Ziping, can it?"
"Of course not. But... I'm afraid a second War God is about to emerge."
This was a corner of the First Army where some soldiers were whispering during their break. Of course, this was not an isolated phenomenon; throughout the United Galactic Police Force, in every corner suitable for private conversation, such discussions were spreading and heating up.
It had been a long time since anything like this had happened in the Military. The Mean Commander, who had dominated the military scene for decades, had actually been beaten up. The voices of joy outweighed those of sorrow, filling every military camp.
Many people experienced the details of that day firsthand, and now many high-ranking officials were watching the footage at the security center. Those sitting here were all officers above the rank of Commander; many were in their sixties or seventies, and even the youngest among them was already in their thirties, sitting at the very back.
After watching the footage, everyone was expected to discuss and reach a conclusion. Before any discussion could begin, one voice spoke up first.
"Well, that was clean and efficient; the movements flowed seamlessly. I haven't seen such an impressive individual performance in a long time. Pan Commander, your Royal Guard really needs to be reselected. Thanks to Commander Jufeng screening them for you, otherwise if an enemy with ill intentions had attempted to assassinate you, wouldn't you be six feet under by now?"
The speaker was also a Commander, older than sixty, with a robust physique and a commanding tone that exuded authority and confidence.
From his words, it was clear that he and Pand Zhong were not on good terms; in fact, there was a deeper relationship at play—this Commander was a supporter of Ganwen.
Zhang Huwei lived up to his name; he had spent his life in military service with numerous achievements.
Hearing this, Pand Zhong immediately bristled with anger, but unfortunately, his sparse beard made him look somewhat ridiculous.
Ignoring others' suppressed laughter, Pand Zhong retorted angrily, "Don't think I can't tell what you're implying! You're just trying to excuse that thug's actions! But let me tell you, I won't let this matter rest easily. Is there still military law? To openly assault me and my Bodyguards—does he think this is the Underworld? Is he some local tyrant? I refuse to believe that your final decision will encourage such individualistic arrogance! Hmph!"
Pand Zhong stormed out in anger, leaving the others staring at each other in confusion.
He was using his authority to force everyone to choose between him and Jufeng.
Watching Pand Zhong leave in a huff, Zhang Huwei clicked his tongue in disdain and then stood up as well. "My opinion is also finished. As long as it concerns him, Pand Zhong, I will always stand on the opposite side. When you have time, why not discuss how to deal with those Brats from the Large Magellanic Cloud instead of wasting time here?"
With that, Zhang Huwei turned and left. The meeting had barely started, and already two people had walked out. Those who were unaware of the situation might mistakenly think they were at a bustling market haggling over prices.
However, whether at the highest levels of power or among ordinary citizens, the principles remained the same. One should not assume that the words of Senior Management carry any more weight; they are still just words and language.
An elder from the Military, who held a neutral stance and belonged to no faction, felt uneasy watching Zhang Huwei leave in such a fiery manner. He called out, "Tiger," intending to persuade him to stay and avoid making the situation so tense.
But Zhang Huwei waved his hand without turning back, quickly disappearing from the conference room.
The meeting had to continue as scheduled, and the next speaker was none other than Chen Ziping.
The words of this war god were even more succinct. "I agree with Commander Zhang's last statement; we might as well spend our time on the front lines. I abstain; you all decide for yourselves."
As Chen Ziping left, he cast a deep glance at Jufeng's virtual image, his meaning somewhat ambiguous.
Another person had exited.
Fortunately, there weren't too many strong personalities within the Cosmic Police, and the meeting proceeded smoothly. After about half an hour, a decision was reached.
Jufeng was reprimanded; a military-wide notice of criticism was issued, his position remained unchanged for now, pending further observation. The Dragon Breaker Army was dispatched to the front lines for reorganization.
In light of this outcome, discussions about physical confrontations that had just calmed down surged once again. Some felt relieved, others thought it was rather severe, while some simply wondered how it concerned them at all.
The last troops were mostly from the Xiao Hu Army.
On the way to the front lines, the entire Dragon Breaker Army was unusually excited. They had grown accustomed to the atmosphere of slaughter on the battlefield and were long tired of resting and recuperating on Magellan Star. The recent punishments handed down from above felt more like rewards to the Dragon Breaker Army.
Jufeng and the leaders of the Dragon Breaker Army were in the conference room, with the only missing person likely being Civilization. The group from Earth, led by Hua Cheng, joined them midway. They brought along a force of about five thousand, all elite soldiers from Huaguo who had been with them for eight years, further strengthening the Dragon Breaker Army.
Hua Cheng and his companions had previously been soldiers of the Cosmic Police, so they naturally knew of Pand Zhong's great reputation. They were thrilled to learn that their boss had actually defeated such a legendary figure; it felt exhilarating.
"Brother Jufeng, what’s it like to pull an old man's beard?" Ning Pangzi, ever brash and unconcerned about being surrounded by elites, asked with curiosity.
With Jufeng and Hua Cheng's group reunited, along with their victory over Pand Zhong, their spirits were high. They relished in their triumph; as for any potential repercussions regarding their reputation, Jufeng didn’t care at all. He was certain he would always hold his position.
As for avenging their fallen brothers, although there was currently no way to clear their names, Jufeng was determined to seek justice for them eventually.
"Fatty, come here! Don’t you have a beard too? Let Brother Jufeng pull yours; then you'll know what it feels like."
Seeing Ning Pangzi flee in shock and embarrassment elicited a wave of laughter in the conference room.
As they headed toward the front lines near Earth in the Magellan Star System, Jufeng felt a twinge of homesickness—after eight years away, he found himself missing his family.
During these eight years, Hua Cheng and his companions had made tremendous progress; all five had reached Azure Level. Hua Cheng had advanced from Blue Level Lower Tier to Mid-Level Azure, while Du Peiwei was the only one who hadn’t progressed yet and looked rather embarrassed about it.
With five thousand new troops joining, integrating them into the existing structure proved challenging. So Jufeng established a separate unit for them called the Independent Regiment, appointing Hua Cheng as Commander, granting him a rank equivalent to that of a brigade leader.
They also received good news from Earth: Tong Bailong had already reached Crimson Rank. He was training Azure Wind Antelope and Jufeng's friends rigorously as mentors, and the results were promising. Many seemed poised to reach Azure Level or even higher.
Jufeng had great confidence in Five Manners because he himself had transitioned from a martial arts master to a mecha expert. He understood how significant those advantages could be. Those who excelled in one area often developed balanced skills across others as well. He even looked forward to having many around him reach Azure Level upper tier or even Tenth Rank or Crimson Rank status.
Before the war broke out, Jufeng and his companions were still idle on the front lines. So, Jufeng set a rule for himself to make good use of this time and become a competent general.
After reaching the designated location, the arrangement of the troops was entrusted to Ouyang Chang, while Jufeng buried himself in study at a temporary library.
"Since high school, I haven't experienced anything like this. I don't even know how to study anymore."
Jufeng complained to Vera, who listened with a charming smile and comforted him, "It's okay, you have me as your study companion. Besides, there are video materials; it won't be boring."
Jufeng nodded, then stood up thoughtfully and approached Vera.
"Wind, don't do that. Don't let anyone see. Ah! Wind..."
(To be continued)
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