After clarifying the current situation, John did not immediately mobilize the troops. Instead, he remained in the temporary command post in Fang City, pondering the exact location of the next engagement.
After thinking for a while, he used the communication device by his ear to instruct Wendy to bring over the two naval colonels Bob had sent to assist him.
Next, he needed to persuade these two colonels, ensuring that once they received orders later, they would follow his commands completely and prevent any unexpected incidents.
After all, although the Third Navy were trustworthy allies, John was unsure what the two helpers Bob had sent felt about this highly dangerous support mission.
They surely would not be as bad as Doran, who fled at the first sign that friendly forces were in trouble.
Still, unless he verified them personally, he could not help feeling uneasy.
As John frowned in thought, wondering what he should do if the two colonels were displeased that a mere major like him was taking over command of their troops—
A dull knock sounded at the door. Soon afterward, Wendy led in two figures at opposite physical extremes, one burly and one thin, then saluted him.
"Reporting to Commander John Maslow, these are the commanders of the Assault Amphibious Force and the Special Medical Operations Unit sent by the Third Navy to support us."
Hearing Wendy's report, John immediately perked up and fixed his gaze on the two colonels before him.
The moment he saw their faces clearly, he froze on the spot, and intense astonishment surged through him.
Before this, he had considered countless possibilities.
Yet he had never imagined that Bob would directly send two of the Third Navy's top combatants to support him in this operation.
Roderick Dalton, who possessed the Lava Stomp