When He Runxian apologized, he secretly let out a breath of relief—so long as they were Human Race, there was room to negotiate.
Honestly, when he realized that the Broker might belong to the Mysterious Force, and that this Mysterious Force was very likely affiliated with another civilization, he had felt not only shocked but terrified—would they annex their civilization?
Conflicts between civilizations were terrifying and even brutal. Even though He Runxian was certain that the other party truly hated the bugs and favored humanity, different races and different civilizations could never possibly coexist peacefully.
Only after confirming that they were Human Race did he finally relax completely—being of the same race, even if their civilizations differed somewhat, as long as they were both civilizations that had already left their star systems, there was plenty of room for discussion.
Feng Jun seemed to see through his thoughts. He snorted softly. "You're overthinking it. Everyone on our team has their own duties. The only reason I wanted space tactics was because I don't want to be controlled by others. Understand?"
He Runxian instantly understood. The other party had even used that excuse to obtain a hospital construction plan from him, so he immediately chose to believe him. "Really? Didn't you learn it during your military service?"
"I was in the army! And I was an engineer!" Feng Jun answered irritably. "I only served the standard term."
By the time the Human Race military developed Space Fleets, its branches had become extremely specialized. Although every soldier was required to have one major specialty and two minor ones, generally speaking, only soldiers aboard Space Fleets strictly followed that requirement.
After all, in space warfare, crew numbers were limited. If casualties among a particular type of personnel became too severe, soldiers from other specialties