Yue Yang opened the door and found Guoguo standing outside, panic written all over his face, along with several equally helpless servants.
Old Mao had not returned, and they had no idea what to do.
Especially with the Pelican aerial mothership being invaded—an unprecedented catastrophe that might not happen once in ten thousand years—they were completely at a loss. Should they follow the guards aboard the ship to resist the invaders, or remain in their rooms and wait for the chaos to subside? Going to fight the invaders might lead the guards to mistake them for the enemy's accomplices; more importantly, if their master returned and could not find them in their rooms, he might fly into a thunderous rage.
"What are you still doing here? Hurry and follow me to support the western district! There are invaders there!" Just as they were wavering, a squad of elite guards rushed over in a whirlwind. One of the deputy captains roared frantically at them. The fighting ahead was pressing, and he urgently needed every possible helper.
"Gather up first and move out at a run. There's an armory ahead where you can get equipment. Don't worry—you won't actually need to fight on the front lines. You only need to help treat the wounded and move some necessary supplies. I guarantee there won't be any danger!" The captain, on the other hand, was more composed. He gestured for Guoguo and the others to assemble and take charge of logistics.
"Understood." The moment he heard they would not need to fight and were only responsible for logistics, Guoguo's morale soared.
An aerial mothership was impossible to conquer.
If they helped with logistics now, then once the fighting settled down, would that not count as a military merit?
They would not need to shed