"Now, I am the commander of this fleet." Shaking her head, Amelia didn't care about Cabu's reaction and continued to order the intelligence officer to connect with the Pross fleet...

The atmosphere in the head cabin was a bit awkward, with nearly hundreds of military staff looking at each other, completely unable to interject.

A report came out about ten seconds later, the commander of the Pross fleet still refused to accept our communication request.

"Is that so..." With a casual glance at the virtual light screen, Amelia softly said, "Prepare for the space fortress to launch four attacks."

"Received."

"How much energy does the fortress have left?"

"Energy remains 36%, continuous collection ongoing, finished." Heavenly Communication transmitted the voices of the super-engineers of the space fortress, mixed with a hint of personal sentiment, "God bless those poor souls, hoping this is their last attack."

Immediately after the super-engineer finished speaking, General Cabu's deep roaring was heard from the side, "Colonel Amelia! You will be held responsible for your actions!"

"To give a price to war rather than mercy to life, to give a monument to sacrifice rather than an excuse for failure, General, the least needed thing in war is often excessive emotion. Mercy seems invisible, but sometimes it can be the root cause of any change." Amelia's gaze was blazing, but the words she spoke were chilling to the bone. For the sake of victory, she would eliminate every possibility.

Cabu gave her a deep look and said nothing further.

The space battlefield flickered silently, dazzling, each flash of golden light was like a child's tear-streaked face, reflecting the cruelty of the war, each spark was countless lives passing away...

It was deep into the night, most of the soldiers had already gone to sleep, and the few insomniacs were trying to relax their bodies.

The quiet night was too empty and long, but Feng Yi had no desire to sleep, his mind was filled with the events of the day, the scene where countless Federal soldiers' morale was boosted after receiving support news, with heavy casualties being the result. If the fleet had appeared at the right time, this would not have been the outcome.

Feng Yi couldn't figure out what was going on despite much pondering, what reason, purpose, or strategic objective would allow the fleet to resort to using smoke grenades and treat the ground troops as cannon fodder?

Turning his somewhat gloomy and ferocious face, the bright stars were reflected in Feng Yi's sharp eyes. He clenched his fists, no matter who the commander was, Feng Yi did not agree with this stance. Trampling over the lives of comrades in order to achieve a certain objective was diametrically opposed to what he stood by.

Assuming war needs cannon fodder, strategy is but the excuse of traitors. If individual sacrifice is considered as a symbol of glory, a decimated troop would merely be an insignificant list of numbers. To Feng Yi, this is how commanders appear in his eyes at this moment. If one were to erect a monument to this, justice would be nothing more than a ridiculous justification given by the victorious.

Amidst varied emotions, Feng Yi suddenly started missing the past, the harsh living conditions back home now seemed extraordinarily calm in comparison. Was it because his own perspective was too limited, or had he strayed from the intended path - or perhaps, was this what he had always desired? When the journey of ideals deviated from reality, and as countless overlapping images gradually separated, Feng Yi saw several different versions of himself...

The once unbridled soul had been bound by duty over time; under Lasso's guidance, he learned many things - when in fact, Lasso only wanted him to be a good person and lead a peaceful life. Everything was rooted in his pursuit of the path he had been following, inspired by the indelible memories of his childhood.

He had paused, questioned, struggled, been resolute, and even transcended. From childhood to adulthood he had experienced numerous life-and-death situations, learnt from various sources and accumulated countless combat experiences. Looking back, the fleeting past was like a breeze across one's face.

What was the meaning of all these culminations in the end? When he stripped away the superficial appearances and pointed to the essence, he found the world was not that complex, and there was no difference amongst people.

Feng Yi reached out, gently removed the green military uniform he was wearing, revealing a familiar black jacket underneath.

During those fleeting thoughts, he gradually formed the idea of wandering the star seas. Perhaps he should go out and gain more experience for a while.

Perhaps, he should take a look at the wider world outside... perhaps, the military was not the path he was meant to take, perhaps, he should use this time to think about his mecha production issues—no, what he insisted on has never changed, at least, the flames burning in his heart have not been extinguished. On the contrary, faith and duty constantly urged him to move forward. It could be that the officer's job was not really suitable for him. He would continue to fight in another way.

Huang Zhennan had gotten up at some point, seeing Feng Yi removing his military uniform, a hint of confusion flashed across his face. Besides the time Feng Yi first came to the field unit as the bare-pole commander, the only other time was probably when he went to confront the Pross mechas in order not to attract attention. He wondered what had gotten into him, asking, "You have something on your mind?"

"I plan to apply for retirement after returning this time."

"What changed your mind, the war?"

"Maybe a bit of everything."

"Hehe, your ideas are indeed different from ordinary people. Remember to leave your contact information when the time comes. I'll still need to consult you about the mechas." Huang Zhennan opened his mouth, he wanted to say that as a special agent of the Federation, wanting to retire would require the country's permission. However, he just shook his head and let out a wry smile in the end, "Do you want a drink?"

"Good idea." Feng Yi had Heavenly Communication retrieve two bottles of stored drinks from the space crystal. Surprisingly, the two insomniacs prepared a bag of peanuts and chatted away the night. As dawn broke, with the joyous cheers of the ground troops in the Roland star domain, they greeted their own support troops. Although the reinforcements arrived a bit late, at least they finally showed up.

The news of the defeat of the Pross fleet in the Roland star domain quickly spread to the Federal Capital Planet. Just a few hours later, the good news had spread quickly throughout the Federation...

The result didn't surprise the president. Adams once again declared a war, a victory the Federation had been longing for, for God knows how long. With just one battle, Amelia's name became the talk of the town. This young genius from the Royal Military Academy of Yingland did not disappoint.

After a full day, the fleet finally awaited all soldiers on the front line of the Roland star domain. The two groups of armies fought to the end, leaving only 8000 men. The battle the day before took over 10000 of their brothers. It was indeed a mournful circumstance. If a space fortress hadn't been temporarily constructed, even more lives would have been lost. In everyone's eyes, Amelia was undeniably an indispensable contributor to this war.

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