Ronan and Meng Xin exchanged salutes.
At that moment, Ronan thought that Fang Shu, this immediate superior of his, must place great importance on etiquette and bearing.
In his spare time, he had heard Sergeant Major Le Zuo and the others chatting about him. This man supposedly came from a military family, was usually stern and unsmiling, and was not the type who was easy to deal with. But this was wartime. Regardless of his usual personality, as long as communication could be quick and accurate, there would be no problem.
Field Officer Fang Shu truly did not beat around the bush. After the briefest formalities, he went straight to the point.
"Lieutenant Meng Xin, Lieutenant Ronan, in accordance with superior orders and brigade headquarters' resolution, the Frontline Battlefield will abolish all intermediate levels and implement interwoven combat-engineering squads and flattened management. Company commanders will, as required, either descend to the front lines to strengthen squad-level forces, or be transferred to brigade headquarters to enter the Command Sequence. It has now been decided that both of you will be transferred to brigade headquarters as frontline commanders. Do you have any objections?"
Just as expected!
"Orders acknowledged."
Ronan responded faster than he could think. This was the military. Even if it looked like a discussion, obedience remained the first—and indeed the only—choice when it came to decisions already made by superiors.
At the very least, that was how things worked in grassroots units.
Lieutenant Meng Xin across from him reacted almost in sync with him.
Field Officer Fang Shu was probably satisfied with their answers. He gave a slight nod, then said,
"You are among the finest of the dozens of company commanders scattered across the frontline battlefield.
"Lieutenant Meng Xin, you possess keen perception of Physical Nature and are proficient