He believes the expansion of the domain is a process of "assimilation."
By engaging in high-intensity combat with various Specialized Level Martial Artists, colliding with their spiritual will and legacy cultivation techniques.
This process can accelerate the transformation and sublimation of traits, bringing one closer to "reality!"
Just now, after sparring with three instructors, some of the platinum-colored scorching sun melded into his extraordinary body with significant effect.
"I’ll mention it to the commander, though he may not agree. The strategic deployment at the Governor’s Mansion is almost completed; soon, the western front is expected to begin its push in earnest."
Fu Lei and Qin Shi returned to the office building and divulged top-secret intelligence.
"Is the war horn about to blow?"
Qin Shi raised an eyebrow.
He heard that on the eastern front, they have already built defensive fortifications spanning tens of thousands of kilometers, forming a complete and solid line, and cleared out two contamination zones.
It’s practically a barrage of good news!
In contrast, the western front has made no progress, leaving the highest officer at the frontline Barrier City feeling anxious.
The great expansion campaign is a collective class ascension opportunity for Administrative New Stars. If one performs outstandingly and achieves notable military merits, they could move from the borderlands to the Military Department, ascending from local to super-tier.
Hence, from a macro perspective, everyone’s enthusiasm is high, and their attitudes are proactive, especially for Barrier City.
They lack the rich educational resources of the Urban Circle or even the Central City, thus long to achieve meritorious feats and extricate themselves from their current environment.
"Yes. The Seventh Battle Group’s auxiliary defensive camp has begun withdrawing, meaning we need to push the front lines further, tearing open the pollution zones blocking our way."
Fu Lei licked his lips and stood up, pushing open the window. The new recruits were heading to the canteen for meals. After this period of training, the rookies were starting to adjust, chatting and laughing, brimming with vibrant life force.
He wondered how many of these little guys would make it to the end once the vast machine of the western front began operating.
"The other side of civilization’s expansion is bloodshed and death."
Qin Shi began to have a deeper understanding of this sentence from history textbooks.
"In such a grand era, forge ahead. Young Qin, when you someday ride the high tide and look back at this tumultuous period, it might be a unique experience."
Fu Lei was equally filled with emotion, unlike those new recruits on the front line or veterans expecting voyages across starry seas.
The sands of time had smoothed out the edges of Instructor Fu; he simply wished to watch over the poplars and root himself in Barrier City.
Brighter futures and grander aspirations were left to the youth.
Qin Shi remained silent, contemplating his path after the grand expansion campaign concluded.
Having refused the Four National Universities, seemingly few choices remained.
Seventh Battle Group, auxiliary defensive camp.
Various military equipment was uniformly loaded and methodically evacuated.
"Old Wu, the operation room is calling for you."
Lin Xiong said, clutching a component of the powered armor.
Wu Yong felt a stir in his heart; ever since executing the last expulsion mission, he had persistently submitted letters to the Military Department.
Was there finally a reply?
He adjusted his uniform, set his hat straight, and walked off decisively, leaving the barracks.
"What got into Old Wu? Reporting to the operation room, as if heading to the battlefield?"
Lin Xiong put down the heavy component of the powered armor and asked in confusion.
"Old Wu did something major."
Jiang Shijie spoke after a moment of silence.
Wu Yong believed the previous expulsion mission was a setup by Commander Mo Zhenting intending to harm Heng Province’s young Scorching Sun Qin Shi.
Otherwise, there was no other reason for the Seventh Battle Group Wind Scythe Sequence Army to appear there.
For this, Wu Yong repeatedly initiated anonymous reports and clearly articulated the matter in the mission summary.
"Spill the details! What major thing, let me join in!"
Lin Xiong was puzzled, feeling Jiang Shijie and Wu Yong were being cryptic, speaking as if in riddles.
"You’ll understand soon."
Jiang Shijie said no more.
Reporting a superior by a subordinate, a sequence soldier questioning a military department star.
Such actions were highly taboo.
If even a slight hint leaked, one could easily become ostracized with no place to belong; more severely, targeted, oppressed, losing everything.
Worry gleamed in Jiang Shijie’s eyes; he didn’t want to see the worst outcome.
Because that would mean the commander he admired was indeed abusing power and settling personal scores, a petty tyrant.
His close comrade, in turn, would fall into a dark abyss, shattered to pieces!
Wu Yong raised his hand to knock on the operation room door.
A heavy voice sounded. Wu Yong pushed the door open and entered.
Then he saw a silhouette.
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Wu Yong was startled; he hadn’t expected Mo Zhenting to appear here.
"Look at the reports and anonymous letters on the desk. Were they all from you?"
Mo Zhenting’s voice was calm, revealing no emotion.
Wu Yong felt a shiver, not from fear of exposure, but from the terrifying suppression on the level of life force.
In his vision, Commander Mo Zhenting’s silhouette was like a being at the top of the food chain, constantly emitting a powerful deterrent.
As if standing at the verge of an erupting volcano, fiery magma rising from below, seemingly about to incinerate flesh and bone into charcoal, ashes in the next instant.
Wu Yong took a deep breath, quelled the innate fear and trembling, and slowly approached the desk.
He picked up the anonymous letters and perused them, his brows furrowing tightly; every sequence soldier could communicate with the Military Department through their active consciousness body.
"The bottom logic of Haela shouldn’t include ’covering for officers.’"
Wu Yong raised his head, eyes sharp, devoid of fear, as if mentally prepared to calmly face whatever storms lay ahead.