Although many people did not understand the Legion Commander's order, that did not stop them from carrying it out immediately.
The relocation of the old camp and construction of the new one both stopped. Every unit in the legion began packing up its equipment and supplies. They worked efficiently, but getting such a sprawling operation in order still took some time.
That time was just right for fleshing out the details and arrangements of this bold, aggressive plan.
Neo, who had missed his afternoon nap, reclined in a chair, toying with a cigar and occasionally holding it beneath his nose for a sniff. Before entering, he had intended to ask Kallen with a smile why he had suddenly changed his mind and become so decisive;
but once he came in and saw Kallen sitting at the head of the room, Neo suddenly no longer wanted to ask.
People changed.
It was not a change in personality or moral boundaries. Rather, as someone grew familiar with something previously unfamiliar, their responses were bound to change.
Kallen had always emphasized that he did not know how to fight a war, while Neo had always reassured him that he learned things quickly anyway.
Now, this was simply an entirely normal transformation.
It was like when he had first recruited Kallen as an auxiliary member of his squad. Before long, Kallen had put together a squad of his own, and he never shied away from acknowledging that he had learned squad management and operations from Neo.
This was merely another repetition of something similar from before.
Neo could only sigh inwardly: Good thing I'm not his father.
Being his father, having a son like him, would surely make it difficult to feel any sense of accomplishment, and all too easy to get hurt.
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