That was all well and good, but Yu Lian knew that while the other soldiers could rest easy and enjoy a good meal, a commander like him had to remain on high alert.
So after the entire Far Shore force went into recovery mode, he still had to visit every outpost, every defensive unit, and every construction site to inspect them.
The ordinary soldiers only had to see him for their spirits to soar. They really would start treating the ever-growing Imperial army across the way like a bunch of paper tigers. It wasn't exactly a good thing for the morale of the entire force to depend on one man, but Yu Lian had to admit that he was a little proud of it.
In any case, there wasn't much else he could do right now. The Empire was building extensively on the other side, so his side could only keep pace and fortify the system's defenses as much as possible. If he could lift everyone's spirits at the front and serve as an idol for them, then he supposed he was doing his duty.
On the evening of December 14, Yu Lian inspected the hangar platform under construction in orbit around the fourth planet. Afterward, he took his loyal Fuxi on its usual patrol just beyond the Imperial fleet's firing range. By the time he returned to Fortress Saide, it was already morning by standard time.
Yu Lian felt that only a miner's meal packed with fat, protein, sugar, and salt could nourish both body and soul.
The only regret was that before any especially unhealthy, high-salt, high-fat dishes could appear, his senior, the old Sylvester, showed up first.
He knew he'd been slacking off a little these past few days, so he felt somewhat embarrassed. "Thanks for all