Tonight, all major traffic routes in Central City had been cleared. The radio station had reported the news forty minutes earlier.
Mo Zhenting flew to the state guesthouse in a military aircraft. He received the highest level of reception; even the no-fly zone had been opened to allow several fighter jets from the Seventh Legion to escort him.
"Commander, we'll be staying in Hengzhou for a month this time. It was originally supposed to be around ten days, but a large-scale radio storm occurred during the voyage and caused considerable damage to the outside of the warship."
Inside the aircraft, Mo Zhenting listened quietly to his adjutant's report with his eyes closed, tapping his fingers lightly. When he reached the thirteenth tap, he opened his eyes and asked:
"Will this radio storm last a whole month?"
"About eighteen days."
Mo Zhenting nodded.
"Then we'll rest here. Have all the soldiers rotate shifts, and give each of them about four days of leave."
The young adjutant saluted, then withdrew to relay the order.
Compared with other legions, the Seventh Legion's senior officers were younger on average, and most of them were graduates of Southwest United.
In recent years, the idea that the Seventh Legion was the "Southwest faction" had spread increasingly widely, and more and more people had come to accept it.
"Commander Mo, you have two requests for meetings. One is from the Governor's Mansion, and the other is from the Education Department."
A virtual image flickered, then coalesced into the figure of a young, beautiful woman.
She wore the legion's uniform as well, with white boots and a knee-length pencil skirt. Her neat short hair covered her ears, giving her a crisp, valiant air.
She was the Active Consciousness Body assigned exclusively to the Seventh Legion's division headquarters, where