"Boke Ya, how are you feeling? Do you want me to get you some Life Potions? I still have some..."
"General Hester, there's no need."
Watching Hester suddenly become so enthusiastic, Boke Ya found it somewhat hard to take.
Compared to his battalion commander's suddenly humble demeanor, he was more accustomed to the proud and arrogant battalion commander from before. That way, he did not feel awkward acting foolish around him.
"General Hester, the army commander ordered that Boke Ya report to the main camp once he awakened."
"Yes, yes, General Bowen is right. Delaying your business here was my mistake." Hester revealed a look of sudden realization and spoke apologetically.
Unable to adapt to such an enthusiastic Hester, Boke Ya got straight to the point. "General Hester, if you have something to say, just say it."
Seeing this, Hester gritted his teeth and put on a troubled expression. He walked up to Boke Ya, lowered his head in salute, and said, "General Boke Ya, I would like to ask you to put in a few good words for me before the army commander."
"Put in a good word?"
Boke Ya looked at his friend in confusion, only to see that he seemed hesitant to speak.
Seeing this, Hester said, "On the night two days ago, the army commander held the first army meeting..."
More than ten minutes later, after listening to Hester's account, Boke Ya immediately understood why he had shown him such goodwill.
"I haven't met the army commander alone either, so I don't know his attitude. But if I can help you, I will. After all, when the battalions were divided, the other battalions all looked down on Bowen and me as country bumpkins. Their words were full of rejection. Only the Ninth Battalion took the two