That said, becoming a villain still required certain necessary and sufficient conditions. If even one-tenth of the marauders on the front lines were like the death squad aboard that ship, even Yu Lian would have felt his scalp crawl. He couldn't help feeling sorry for Yang Xiyi and Eleanor, and thinking that staying behind as a logistics liaison was actually pretty great.
How could it not be? So far, Lieutenant General James Carter, the logistics chief of the expeditionary fleet, hadn't even shown his face to Yu Lian, his liaison. The genial general seemed more like a kindly old accountant. He'd made a single video call, then handed over all the necessary permissions with a beaming smile.
Pretty good. A real gentleman. Since he'd shown Yu Lian such courtesy, Yu Lian couldn't be rude in return. So every report he sent back home—including, but not limited to, plans to build orbital hospitals, expand the starport's shipyard, and organize the escort fleet's orbital defenses—went out under Lieutenant General Carter's name. That way, no matter how much credit Yu Lian earned in the future, the old gentleman would get his share, too.
"Senior Eleanor has it pretty easy. She's the admiral of the Thirteenth Fleet, after all, with her own flagship and forces. And her fleet isn't exactly a main fighting force, so they won't be going to the front lines or taking on too much pressure," Feifei said.
"...Major General Makarov, the admiral of the Thirteenth Fleet."
"...Oh, I thought that old gentleman had already retired. My apologies." Feifei offered an insincere apology, then continued, "It's Teacher Yang who's really got it rough. He has to shoulder the burden of commanding the entire army, but neither General Connery nor Lieutenant General Tivington seems like the type to fully respect his wisdom."