When he finished speaking, the conference room fell silent.
Every general, whether they had supported the decision or opposed it earlier, felt sincere admiration for Marshal Long Qianshan's foresight.
The three restrictions looked like shackles, but they were, in truth, the deepest protection and the highest hopes.
They gave Yue Xiaofei supreme honor while clearing almost every obstacle and risk from the road ahead of him.
He could focus entirely on growing stronger and fighting!
"I agree with the Marshal's decision!"
Zhao Mengsheng was the first to stand and offer a solemn salute.
"I agree too!"
Xiao Tian Ce followed him.
"Agreed!"
"I second it!"
This time, not a single voice objected.
All the generals rose and gave their sharpest salutes, expressing their utmost respect for the decision.
At the sight, a gratified smile appeared on Long Qianshan's face. He gestured for everyone to sit.
Then his expression grew grave. He slowly stood, swept his gaze across the room, and spoke in a low, powerful voice.
"That settles the matter of Comrade Yue Xiaofei."
"Next, there's something else I need to address."
"It concerns the eight hundred men who fought beside us in the Battle of Modu, ready to die..."
"Our brothers in the Suicide Squad!"
The moment the words "Suicide Squad" left Marshal Long Qianshan's lips, the atmosphere in the conference room turned unbearably heavy.
Every general present straightened instinctively, their faces solemn and grief-stricken.
Zhao Mengsheng's eyes reddened at once.
Young, still-childish faces rose in his mind.
He saw their backs as they charged toward that factory shrouded in death, shouting, "Long live the Dragon Kingdom!" without the slightest fear.
Those were eight hundred living, breathing people!
Every one of them had parents, perhaps a wife and children, people they loved and wanted to protect.
Yet to