"Sandstorm?" Lin Beauty frowned and asked over the Two-Way Radio, "When will the sandstorm arrive?"
The other side replied, "There are conditions for it to form. We were just asking so we can prepare contingency plans in advance."
Hearing this, Lin Beauty looked at Feng Jun and gave him a questioning glance.
Feng Jun merely spread his hands. "I can't answer that. Sandstorms have different levels too. Their electric Rain-Praying Array is relatively weak, so if they run into even a somewhat larger sandstorm, they'll be in trouble."
Lin Beauty looked up at the sky. "What about your Rain-Praying Array? Is it stronger?"
"Mine is stronger," Feng Jun answered gravely. "The key is that I'm here. No matter how big the sandstorm is, it's nothing much."
Lin Beauty's eyes shifted. "So that means you can protect them too?"
"Why should I protect them?" Feng Jun gave her a strange look. "Sandstorms can block satellites too. And once the storm passes, the Rain-Praying Array can still operate as usual... You don't think a space warship will get blown away by a sandstorm, do you?"
"Well..." Lin Beauty frowned. She felt there was something wrong with Feng Jun's reasoning, but she could not pinpoint what it was.
Feng Jun, however, understood perfectly. "You have the same flaw I do—you meddle too much. Nobody owes anyone else anything by birth, and this is our military... They aren't flowers raised in a greenhouse. They need to weather storms to grow."
In the past, he might not have said such things. But in the Human Federation, he had witnessed a war that lasted nearly two years. The Human Race's military—including the City Defense Army—had displayed courage worthy of admiration.
Lin Beauty thought for a moment, then nodded reluctantly. "All right. Maybe you're right."
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