Dongfeng Night Blooms a Thousand Trees, Further Blowing Down Stars Like Rain

"How long?"

"About how long until they get there?"

"How long until Old You can come back?"

"Will anyone die? Will anyone get hurt?"

"Can you send me to the border? Once the operation's over, I can meet up with them directly. I can treat their injuries—"

Shen Le paced back and forth at the very rear of the command center, back and forth, until his heels seemed ready to wear through the floor.

The reconnaissance was complete. They had found the target. Even Little Oil Lamp had been deployed. At this point, there was nothing Shen Le could do to help; he could only watch from the sidelines. Come to think of it, just how many people had the Special Affairs Bureau sent out?

With over two hundred kilometers to cover, how long would it take to get there?

Yet he did not dare move any farther forward. Ahead of him were row after row of seats, each occupied by a soldier sitting upright. Their expressions were grave, their movements focused, every one of them operating something.

Drones?

Unmanned boats?

Or something else entirely?

Farther ahead, people discussed matters in low voices and pointed at things. Others issued orders in hushed tones. The entire command center was solemn and oppressive, clearly already in a state of war.

Shen Le was terrified that taking another step forward, or raising his voice even slightly, would disturb the soldiers at work.

There was nothing he could do but watch from afar, worrying from afar.

How long?

Just how long would it take?

Unfortunately, his Copper Fragment could not control that area from such a distance. He could not stir up a tidal wave of power over there and provide Little Oil Lamp with real-time support.

For now, all he could do was