After much tossing and turning, the Flame Legion had been headless for several months, but as the true spirit guide of the legion, the moment Feng Yi appeared, the noisy hall instantly fell into silence so deep that a pin drop could be heard. At that instant, the group in the Command Cabin completely forgot what they were supposed to do next, their stunned gazes locked solely on Feng Yi.

Yes, he simply stood there, and time seemed to slow to a halt, as if frozen. Everyone's bodies were suddenly infused with endless vitality, and in a flash, the abruptly silent Command Cabin was once more replaced by a wave of cheers…

Leading the charge was the old chief, a powder keg of a man, who virtually ran toward Feng Yi and threw himself at him; unless he touched him, he was afraid he wouldn't believe Feng Yi was still alive.

John's eyes were also reddening, and he swore under his breath. Fuck, if the Legion Commander didn't return, I really might have gone AWOL.

The female officer who had been trying to find out the identity of Shadow Rider was so moved or touched that she started to cry...

Unfortunately, no one cared about this crybaby at the moment; the entire Command Hall was instantly overtaken by an unexpected and overwhelming surprise. Even Apophis, usually unflappable, couldn't help but reveal a knowing smile.

Somehow, everyone's hearts had lost their fear, and their search for the future no longer felt uncertain. This inexplicable strength stemmed solely from the presence of one person—Feng Yi.

Indeed, their backbone had returned; these warriors weren't actually afraid of so-called failure or sacrifice. What they feared was the collapse of their beliefs, the shattering of their hopes.

Feng Yi was like the flame in the darkness of the Flame Legion, the lighthouse in the deep sea, guiding the lost like a true mentor, continuously leading this team through storms and obstacles. As long as Feng Yi was there, everyone could see hope, they could look forward to the future without getting lost at the ends of the universe.

Now, he had returned—or rather, Feng Yi had never really left. But his belated appearance suggested that henceforth, there would be no fear of revealing his identity. Now, the joy in people's hearts was not just superficial. What could be more thrilling than a hearty battle to express boundless passion, unless, of course, it was even more battles?

In this grand and tumultuous era, to fight side by side with the Legion Commander was a symbol of honor.

Feng Yi signaled everyone to be patient, mentioning he had something to say. Addressing all the officers and soldiers on the fleet, and as the local network broadcast began to play, the officer of the Flame Fleet collectively ceased their actions.

The voice they heard this time was not the lifeless tone of the captain.

"Comrades, you've worked hard! I've heard from John that even though you didn't know what lies ahead or what tasks you would be given, you would still carry them out without second thoughts. During my absence, your performance did not disappoint me,"

Feng Yi's deep and forceful voice echoed in everyone's ears, a voice so familiar it couldn't be mistaken for another. He continued, "Yes, as soldiers, obeying orders is our duty. Even when burdened with the stigma of betrayal, you had no complaints, because you share both honor and dishonor with the Flame Legion—now, the moment to show what we're made of has arrived. We must let the Federation understand that we are not rebels, but the iron-blooded lions representing the highest combat power of this nation. Our position in the Federation is pivotal."

As Feng Yi's resolute voice progressively rose, he unexpectedly threw out a question, "By the way, folks, do you know who I am?"

The soldiers of the Flame Fleet already pumped for battle were taken aback by this question, which was both amused and bemused, and some were falling over themselves with laughter. Of course, they knew this was the voice of the Legion Commander. In fact, most of them had realized who it was after Feng Yi's second sentence. But now, their hearts were overwhelmed with excitement. And then, unexpectedly, he had thrown out his question.

"Who doesn't know you're the Legion Commander?" No one knew which officer had blurted that out in the Command Room, and with that, Feng Yi's supposed veil of mystery was finally lifted.

He spoke somewhat awkwardly, "The way I see it, it's no loss if we kill one enemy, a gain if we kill ten, a promotion and fortune if we kill a hundred, but killing a thousand for a title and reward lands… cough, in short, comrades, whether to have a family in the future or to leap through the ranks, give it your all. After the battle, I'll match each of you with a beauty for a wife."

One wife for each? That's clearly unrealistic. Although Feng Yi's tone was exaggerated, in this unique era that highly esteemed heroes, soldiers who had returned from battle indeed tended to be favored by many young women.

But Feng Yi's speech immediately left some of the female comrades unhappy. During this not-so-official broadcast, several female officers came forward to dispute with him, "Legion Commander, what about our interests, the women's benefits?"

"That's easy, we'll match you with gigolos."

"I! @#￥%&* Pah!"

The Legion Commander was at it again, joking and jiving, getting the over one hundred thousand personnel on board with the jest, provoking roars of laughter from the lower ranks, and even some clutching their sides from chuckling. However, these risqué jokes turned the faces of many young female soldiers crimson with embarrassment, while the vast majority of female officers were trembling, bending over with laughter—and this was the Flame Legion. This was military life. In this rather strict team, as long as Feng Yi was with the Flame Legion, there would never be a lack of passion and morale, or cheers and laughter.

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