Marshal Ferragu was still brimming with optimism, enough to make any ordinary soldier feel his confidence and fighting spirit. To be fair, commanders like him could easily inspire their officers and men to die for them.
However, to someone like Yu Lian, who was without blood, tears, shame, or scruples, all he could do was offer them a token of respect and blessing.
The real question was, what exactly was this alliance advisor up to? Yu Lian soon dug a certain figure out from the furrows of his cerebral cortex... a certain Claire Belmont.
That was strange. Earlier, because the Alliance's acting supreme leader had been impeached and the country was in turmoil, the Alliance had put on an air of not wanting to get involved in the war. It had halted military aid, terminated a whole range of military projects, and had reportedly frozen some of the Commonwealth's overseas assets.
Fortunately, the arms trade had not stopped. However, they now had to buy with genuine silver, and the prices certainly showed great respect for Hayek.
As for the advisory group with official status, it had actually withdrawn back home half a year ago. This current batch of so-called advisors was better described as "mercenaries" and "volunteers" who had returned home with the two Main Gods.
As we all knew, "mercenaries" without official protection enjoyed no humanitarian treatment whatsoever during wartime. Even for their own safety, they should avoid appearing directly on the battlefield.
"They haven't been stationed at the Martian shipyards and Earth?"
"The Martian shipyards and Earth? Of course they have people there, but Major General Belmont still boarded my Pegasus with a group of elite troops. Hahaha, although they always call themselves volunteers, we all know that the Alliance is still on our side. What could represent