Yes, Yero, the Blue Star Commonwealth's second-in-command, had arrived at the Seder Fortress a week earlier. At sixty this year, he was still considered a vigorous man by the standards of politicians. He was slim, sharp-eyed, and scholarly in demeanor, and looked nearly ten years younger than his actual age. He gave the impression of a refined, intellectual statesman.
He was the perfect complement to President Nihita, the impassioned, alpha-male politician.
Of course, Yero was also a thoroughly trained career politician. When he heard that the fighting at the front was desperate and that Sylvester and Yu Lian couldn't come to New Shuntian to meet him, he set off at once and rushed to Seder Fortress.
After arriving, he first visited the wounded, then reviewed the combat units that had distinguished themselves, and finally joined the cheerful gatherings hosted by civilian groups to bring soldiers and civilians together.
Vice President Yero even said that he'd been an artsy young man in his day. When the Ice Soda Band took the stage, he bounced up there to sing with the old rockers.
Yu Lian could tell that the veterans of the Ice Soda Band were genuinely thunderstruck by Vice President Yero's singing voice, but they still gritted their teeth and finished the performance.
Well, it was a celebration. As long as everyone was happy, that was what mattered.
And seeing the lofty vice president take the stage to sing for them was bound to encourage plenty of ordinary soldiers.
After most of the entertainers who'd come to entertain the troops had left, Vice President Yero began visiting the various subsidiary fortresses. He inspected the barracks, checked the armaments, reviewed the ships, and chatted warmly with ordinary servicemen. He also gave important instructions to the theater's senior officers, telling them to make