Liuning had long since received the transfer orders for Yuanri's soldiers. He might not have known every detail about them, but he was certainly familiar with them.
Luther also knew that the task his superior had given him was rather vague, but he had not expected it to be such a trap.
Luther immediately changed his expression, looking seventy percent more sincere as he hurriedly made up for the missing formalities.
But Yuanri's soldiers already had an extremely poor impression of Luther. Qing Zhixun and Hong Xixiu were both their idols.
Their strength and ranks were plain to see. The fact that Liuning had sent a mere senior colonel already revealed the problem.
However, it instantly ignited Yuanri's soldiers' fighting spirit.
They had initially thought they should avoid making things too embarrassing for them, but now they secretly decided to slap them in the face—and slap them thoroughly!
Anyone who did not fight was a coward!
Those Liuning brats looked down on people far too much.
They had thought Liuning merely had an overly entrenched aristocratic culture, which was why it liked to stall and make excuses.
But now, it seemed that was not all. They simply did not take the Alliance's rules seriously.
Qing Zhixun did not speak again. He looked at Luther for quite some time, only slowly opening his mouth after beads of sweat the size of peas appeared on Luther's forehead. "Senior Colonel Luther, please lead the way."
Luther lowered his head. Only when he heard Qing Zhixun's voice did he tremble and say, "This way, please."
"Take us to the West District first. Once the people in the West District have been settled, take us back to the East District." Luther had just summoned the Hovercar when he heard Qing Zhixun's words again and hurriedly