Chester Rozers had already proven in the previous timeline that although he wasn't a top-tier frontline commander, he was a top-tier organizer of military and armaments affairs. And in this timeline, while still young, he was sure to be a top-tier adjutant.
He made no comment on Yu Lian's declaration that he didn't want to be treated like a child. He simply nodded, then went straight over to coordinate with the staff.
When Yu Lian gave the order to continue the attack, he was still a little worried about the state of his troops. He couldn't help feeling that what he was doing was somewhat unethical. They'd endured forced marches and fierce battles, and the fatigue and injuries they'd accumulated had to be considerable.
At the same time, however, he'd forgotten that people weren't purely rational. A string of glorious victories could make them unleash potential they'd never imagined they had.
It was clear that no one objected to Yu Lian's decision. The fact that he received no objections afterward spoke for itself. What was more, after a brief rest, the officers and crew on the bridge had quickly returned to their posts, drinking all kinds of energy drinks. They were so fired up, they looked ready to head to a nightclub and order a fruit platter.
"This is what I find so interesting about carbon-based life," said the invisible robotic ghost girl, sitting upright on the balcony railing. "What pure rationality can accomplish can be estimated through calculation. But add a little emotion, and the possibilities become endless."
"So prophecy is ultimately just calculation, then? Master the true mathematical truths, and you can master the future—is that what you're saying?"
"Heh, you know that's forbidden."
"Someone told me that unless you include emotions in the calculation, it doesn't count