"Letters of thanks? Fine, just send them to my office."
After Lu PingAn came ashore, he inexplicably received several medals and calls of thanks. Apparently, the Staff Department had received dozens of thank-you letters as well.
Even more inexplicably, he was forced to undergo another round of interviews. Even though he knew that publicity and reassuring the public were the most important tasks at the moment, the endless repetitive and meaningless questions still drove his blood pressure through the roof.
"Yes, the war hasn't broken out yet. We're safe. No, I'm not saying the recent incidents along the coast aren't important. We're building a stable and solid line of defense, but we need time."
As a news spokesperson, Lu PingAn was hardly professional. Rather than spouting grandiose platitudes, he simply told the truth, informing the public through the television screen that the coast was not currently safe.
But that was the current reality. The military districts and Coast Guard had not even completed their reorganization. How could they possibly organize an airtight line of defense?
In fact, one of the main tasks the military districts had just received was to help relocate coastal residents. It seemed that the decision-makers in the rear had also concluded that even after the defensive line was completed, the coast could not possibly be completely safe.
Relocating some residents who lived too close to the ocean and establishing a "War Isolation Zone" was basically inevitable.
"Can I take responsibility for the lives of the relocated residents? I really don't have that ability—cough, that isn't my responsibility. I'm a soldier, a warrior. I believe our civil affairs departments inland are capable enough, and they'll handle all of this properly."
Lu PingAn had been making one outrageous remark after another, yet his unpolished bluntness, paired with his