We Have No Choice Left

Luo Fengshan made his decision with almost no hesitation.

But several senior commanders beside him froze slightly.

Just as Luo Fengshan was about to press the radio channel for Fu Junlin's battle group.

One of Di Tianqing's trusted deputy commanders immediately spoke up.

"Supreme Marshal!!"

Luo Fengshan's hand stopped in midair. Without turning to look at the trusted subordinate, he said in a low voice.

"Speak!"

"You don't have to personally give this order..."

The surroundings instantly fell silent.

Many people did not understand what he meant, but a few high-ranking core members of the War Preparedness Institute already knew the secret that Fu Junlin was Luo Fengshan's son.

Di Tianqing had been the first to learn of it, though he had always played dumb.

Even Luo Fengshan had not noticed that.

And now, this trusted deputy commander truly did not want Luo Fengshan to issue this order himself.

First of all, as the Supreme Marshal of the entire army, Luo Fengshan's decisions affected the overall situation, while his emotions influenced those decisions.

Reminding him was part of a deputy commander's duty.

Besides, issuing such an order to his own biological son—for the sake of preserving the bigger picture—if Fu Junlin really died, Luo Fengshan would carry that guilt for the rest of his life.

This order was far too heavy for him.

According to the deputy commander, they only needed to relay the news that Ba Dawang had been left behind to Fu Junlin.

But less than a second after he finished speaking.

Luo Fengshan acted as though he had not heard him and directly pressed the communication key.

"Fu Junlin, Luo Caichi! You and your personal guards are to immediately return to the central battlefield in the red zone and engage the enemy commander.

All remaining main forces,