The underground command center of the Unmanned Legion.
A group of generals bustled around the command room, phones ringing nonstop as they repeatedly cross-checked information with the front lines and entered the revised data into Sun Bin No. 7. Countless screens displayed chaotic streams of information. The battle had begun at four in the morning, opening with an intense night assault.
Xiang Xiaotong commanded from the center of the room, looking like an entirely different person. Her former elegance and gentleness had vanished without a trace. Her face was cold as cast iron, and she kept pointing at subordinates and tearing into them, flying into rages with a terrifying presence!
Through the glass wall, Song He sat on the lounge sofa, guarding a plate of sunflower seeds as he cracked them one after another. The shells had piled up on the table like a small hill.
His role was that of an observer. He did not participate in command and had only come to watch the battle.
But even as a mere spectator, he was terribly nervous. His eyes never left the computer screen in front of him. His stomach had long since been full, but if he stopped cracking sunflower seeds, anxiety would seize him. It had been the right decision not to go to the front line. His mental fortitude was still far from enough to lead troops into battle.
The lounge door suddenly opened, and a skinny old man walked in. He wore green military trousers and a green shirt, with a military jacket draped over his muscular arm.
"Song He?" The old man looked him over.
"Hello, hello. And you are?" Song He hurriedly rose to his feet.
Since entering the underground command center, Song He had seen people coming and going through the lounge, none