At the Chimei Street defensive line's temporary Garrison Regiment command post, an electromagnetic storm had just passed overhead. The charge in the air still seemed unusually dense; even a slightly forceful movement could raise sparks. Lieutenant Man Yin paid it little mind, spinning the baton in his hand into a flourish until it whistled through the air.
"Contact every squad and confirm the casualty figures.
"Keep a close eye on the Sanqu Hotel. Have Team Five warm up in advance.
"What about the underground surveillance intel?
"Tell Dimon not to let the Vanguard Squad form a salient. What I want is a sweep between every fortification—a sweep! I don't have the energy to wipe his ass!"
Orders rolled off his tongue, comprehensive and meticulous, with clear priorities. There was no doubt in Lieutenant Man Yin's mind that he had unlocked the command skill—and that he had a talent for it.
This kind of battle was not all that difficult.
The truly troublesome part had been the initial formation of the troops and assignment of duties. Once they had reached the Chimei Street position without mishap, things had become much simpler.
The Garrison Regiment's function was simple: fill the trenches, hold positions, nothing more.
To put it even more plainly: as long as someone was always stationed at designated points in the defensive fortifications, reporting coordinates, calling for heavy-weapons support, and clearing out the scraps the heavy weapons missed, that was enough.
The more technical part was preparing reserve squads and considering backup positions for any damaged defensive works. If there were gaps in between, they could report them upward for a decision. What was so difficult about that?
Deaths?
Deaths were normal. He did not need to worry about them. As long as he handled deployment properly and did not