"Hahaha, those lads got beaten up that badly again?" Lieutenant General Saiyue looked at the casualty report for both sides that his adjutant had brought him. He wasn't the least bit annoyed—in fact, he slapped the table and laughed with delight. "They were cautious and steady this time, almost to the point of being conservative. At least they didn't fall for your little tricks."
"It wasn't me. It was Major Akina Mountain Hachiman," Yu Lian hurriedly said. "Last time, the time before that, and this time too—it was all that guy's doing."
"Hahaha, that doesn't matter. What matters is that even without being tricked, and with both sides squared off for a hard, straightforward fight, it still turned out like this. I thought that after a few months of exercises and drills, I'd have more or less drawn out everything you had up your sleeve, my friend. But you still manage to surprise me every time." Lieutenant General Saiyue looked at Yu Lian with a very peculiar expression, as though he were staring at a mystery box that never ran out of surprises.
"I've always felt you had a very complete set of ideas about ground-combat tactics... No, you could even call it an army doctrine. I know that, besides being a genius psychic, you must have a talent for strategy as well. But I never imagined you'd devote your efforts to studying ground warfare."
It was only natural that General Saiyue found it strange. As everyone knew, in this era, psychics wielded power through their own abilities, while the diggers who plundered ruins relied on ancient high technology. As a result, certain kinds of so-called progress had advanced by leaps and bounds, almost as if by divine intervention, without the foundations being built step by step. Ground warfare had