Zhang Yang watched the training progress smoothly throughout the Milky Way and smiled in satisfaction.
Now that's more like it!
A strict teacher produces outstanding students; the rod produces filial sons; jade must be carved before it becomes a treasure. Those classic sayings of the Human Race really did make sense!
The entire Milky Way was like a pressure cooker, its internal pressure already at the limit. As the saying went, where there was blockage, there had to be release. Keeping everyone's nerves stretched taut forever was no solution.
Zhang Yang recalled a great profession from his previous life, one that could instill wolf culture and a wolf mindset in soldiers, unite an entire army as one, and forge its military soul.
That profession was the Political Commissar.
Now that they had strength, their thinking had to catch up too!
After weighing it over, Zhang Yang finally decided to entrust the task to Confucianism. He also gave Kong Qiu a special requirement: do not instill benevolence, but fighting spirit. Teach everyone to defend the Milky Way, to be willing to stake their lives on it.
As the saying went, a sapling would not grow straight without pruning; education had to begin in childhood. These Confucian Disciples were dispatched to the grassroots level on various planets, cultivating and growing alongside these geniuses, influencing them subtly over time.
With ideology addressed, he had to tackle the economy next. Waging war meant spending money.
Zhang Yang summoned Jun Yu back again. Seeing how constantly busy Jun Yu was, he said outright, "Old Jun, come help me."
Jun Yu froze, then hesitated briefly before saying, "Lord Star Lord, it's not that I don't want to help. Our Iceflame Race originated in the Blazing Sun Galaxy, and our standing there is miserable now. I've always