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"What happened? Are you all dumbfounded? You were wasting food earlier, and now you're just sitting here. Do you realize your mistake?" Tim asked, surprised by Star Marshal's words.
The people on one side were confused, some remained silent at first, but soon others began to speak up.
"Yes, we know we were wrong." At that moment, the timing was just right, and the speaker's words sparked a wave of discussion among many.
"Since you know you're wrong, go eat. Remember, don't waste food. Back when the Zerg was conquering cities and cut off our food supply, many of my soldiers went hungry. They were so starved they had to eat grass. What you're doing now is disrespectful to them, which is why I punished you earlier." As Star Marshal spoke, many nodded thoughtfully. Initially misjudging Star Marshal as rigid, they felt a sense of shame when reminded of the times they had gone hungry.
If it weren't for joining the military, they might not even be able to support their families. In their busy lives, they could only ensure their families barely had enough to eat. It was only after joining the military that their families recovered from their tight circumstances. Completing their service would allow them to officially become citizens with a higher social status.
There was no downside to being in the military; however, their earlier behavior was indeed outrageous. Accepting punishment after making a mistake was only natural. It was then that they finally understood the intention behind being told to clean up earlier.
"Stop standing around like fools; hurry up and eat. You don't have much time left," Hilbert said with a smile.
After finishing their meal quickly, they proceeded to an emergency meeting. The meeting involved a brief report on unexpected events encountered during the collection of corpses. The body of a Burrowing Worm had been brought up, and everyone needed to review it thoroughly so they would have a response plan for dealing with such creatures in the future.
These Burrowing Worms were organisms that even sonar could not detect and had camouflage abilities, relying on consuming rocks for necessary nutrients. Some individuals had thick shells that could withstand bullets and even rivaled diamond in hardness during encounters.
However, such creatures ultimately could not escape human scrutiny; clever humans always found ways to deal with them. If sonar instruments couldn't handle these organisms, further use of infrared scanners could provide deeper analysis of them.
Infrared scanning could indeed identify this type of organism; if scanning the corpse proved successful, then scanning a live Burrowing Worm should also be feasible.
The infrared scanning equipment would soon be transported over; after all, these were standard instruments found on airships. Additionally, radar-generated sound waves could reflect whether there were obstacles ahead, functioning similarly to an expanded ultrasound capability.
To this end, Ultrasound can replace Sonar for comprehensive scanning. By utilizing sound waves deployed on airborne vehicles, it effectively expands the coverage area. This allows for defensive preparations to proceed simultaneously without significant delays, enabling the entire unit to be divided into several groups for rest and preparation, thereby reducing fatigue.
"After the meeting, everyone is to enter a state of alert and await notifications from your respective superiors." Following the completion of the Military Protocol briefing, leaders from various units responded in turn.
However, there was still a vague impression of what had transpired during the military meeting, and some had not absorbed any information at all. It would take questions from other team leaders to clarify the situation. As others began to disperse, just as it was Freyr's turn to leave the group, someone tapped him on the shoulder from behind. In a low voice, the person whispered, "After everyone disperses, come to the Command Tent personally. Remember, just you alone. Our President wants to see you." The voice was deep and likely went unnoticed by those around them. When Freyr turned to look back, he found no one behind him.
Although he did not know who had spoken to him moments ago, there was something familiar about that voice, as if he had heard it somewhere before. A series of questions arose in his mind: Who was their President? It felt strange. He pondered whether or not he should keep the appointment.
Once the group dispersed, Freyr turned to Xiong Tai and calmly replied, "I'm stepping out for a bit; I'll be back soon. You all need to stay safe tonight and avoid acting recklessly. You're the person I'm most worried about. With me gone, you're acting as deputy leader now; don't treat the team lightly, understand?"
Seeing Commander suddenly take on a more caring demeanor made Xiong Tai suspicious. However, aside from the change in tone, everything else seemed normal enough. He decided not to dwell on it; after all, whatever Commander said was for his own good and beneficial for the future of the entire team.
"Alright then, I have nothing more to say. I'll be back shortly. And remember this: your standards should always be higher than those of others."
Watching Commander walk away, Xiong Tai felt a pang of emotion welling up inside him. However, he quickly realized that such feelings were unhelpful and shrugged them off, wiping away a tear from his eye as he headed toward the resting tent.
"Don't worry; my chosen person will arrive soon. Your first reaction upon seeing him will surely be similar to mine—he's exceptional and exactly what I envisioned: someone with Napoleon's ambition. But his ambition is overwhelming; he only cares about what's beneath him. So I hope you can help me with him; if I can win him over, I'll reward whoever helps me." Laughter filled the Command Tent as one person's voice rose above the chatter.
"Hey, nobody likes your gifts; they must be terrible—like apples or balloons. Forget it; your gifts are too good for me anyway. You're clearly just trying to show off with him," another person chimed in.
"Well, it's complicated; I’m involved but not directly in charge at my school—I'm just an investor on the board. You all know that I can't really exert authority there. However, I can still give remote commands. I would love to teach these kids myself, but I'm too busy to manage it all. So I had Clinton— that twisted coach—take on his training and make things difficult for him. Yet his responses and growth have been surprisingly impressive," Hilbert continued after a moment's thought.
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