After all, He Xuan had been sent by the Old Angel King to support the west. Though everyone understood the unspoken implications, with a great enemy before them, they could not skip the symbolic gesture of gathering him and the Fourth Army's legion commanders to discuss the war.
The wartime conference was held inside a large building on Silver Wing Star. The Assembly Hall covered nearly a thousand square meters and retained that traditional Ancient Roman style. Five Crystal Glass Chandeliers hung from the vaulted ceiling, while the polished marble floor gleamed brightly enough to reflect people's silhouettes. It was luxurious, elegant, majestic, and dazzling.
This was a grand conference, with many attendees. Nearly all the senior commanders of both legions were present, seated throughout the hall on fan-shaped tiers of seats.
The Fourth Army's senior commanders were no strangers to Silver Wing Star. After all, they had once been stationed here under Hua Ye's command for nearly ten years. They could be said to have the most say regarding the changes here. Though there was certainly envy and resentment, there was even more novelty and teasing.
From the moment they entered the hall, their eyes had never stopped wandering. They automatically ignored the hall's design, facilities, and furnishings. Without exception, their gazes were fixed on the female angels' long legs and lovely faces.
Whispered comments, appraising looks, and flirtatious raised brows from across the room were everywhere. They looked like nothing more than street thugs. They had none of a soldier's bearing, and compared with the disciplined Sixth Army, the difference was obvious at a glance.
Their casual behavior in such a formal setting was partly because they had been influenced by Hua Ye's character. More importantly, none of them took this support mission seriously. They all understood that