Life and death, an endless cycle.
The days when human lives were treasured in times of peace, when diseases that brought suffering could evoke widespread sympathy, were long gone. Even corpses fallen by the roadside were worthless in wartime.
He closed his eyes, yet opened the eyes that peered into Truth. Within Lu PingAn's range of perception, countless lives perished every moment. Every moment, young people brimming with hope and a future were swallowed by the seawater.
They had only just arrived at Sakurajima, yet what greeted them was a city truly burning and falling.
"Main warships, engage the enemy. Send part of the escort fleet to rescue people. Number Seven probably hasn't been armed yet, so have it serve as a refugee resettlement platform. Have the logistics team send some people to help with the rescue."
As a commander, Lu PingAn was not yet mature, but he had experienced enough bloody battles. Even among many powerful figures, his Plane War record was not insignificant. Those veterans who had risen locally generally lacked experience with large-scale engagements.
Lu PingAn merely issued the orders for rescue and slaughter with cold calm. The mid- and lower-level commanders would flesh out the details.
As the commander at the top, so long as he did not make critical strategic mistakes, the Staff Department would professionally refine the specific deployments, while others would assist with adjustments during execution.
In truth, the fleet had its own dedicated command structure. As the "supreme commander," Lu PingAn was more or less benefiting from his "soldier" abilities. Judging by the current situation, his orders had been recognized and carried out by the professionals.
The warships began moving separately, carrying out rescue operations and clearing operations at the same time.
Sakurajima was vast. A single fleet could not possibly defend