The horn of war has officially sounded.
All personnel of the "Hocoming" mission are gathered in the conference room, ready to begin the second operations eting.
However, before that--
"Hello, I’m Qiao Chenyi!"
Qiao Chenyi stood up first, moved to Li Yan’s side, extended his right hand, and greeted courteously.
"Li Yan!"
Li Yan felt no discomfort; he was already accustod to this mode of interaction, and shook Qiao Chenyi’s hand.
"I’ve heard so much about you." Qiao Chenyi wore a faint smile and continued, "This ti, our front lines are unified, and many areas require close cooperation and mutual support. I never thought I’d have the fortune to cooperate with the Devil King this ti; success is inevitable."
"I know."
This type of cooperative battle undoubtedly ans entrusting your back to your comrades.
Only comrades would go all out to protect each other, willing to sacrifice themselves to ensure their comrade’s safety, and seek the best opportunity to complete all combat tasks.
All specific battle plans will be jointly drafted by both sides to ensure the final combat results.
Li Yan, a veteran special forces trainee, naturally understood this mode of cooperation.
He also understood that, at this mont, they must especially trust their comrades.
The two n, who could be described as the pride of heaven, one elegant as if born so, the other steely and unyielding, one gentle, the other cold and stern, two completely different styles twisted together, might just produce a different chemical reaction.
"I’ll first complete the coordination for the internal conflicts; a few battle points have already been chosen, but I’ll still need the Devil King to adjust accordingly."
The internal conflicts need deploynt, and the battle points need layout.
That’s their clear division of labor.
"No problem!"
At this mont, the two n gradually released their hands.
They acted as if nothing had ever happened and began to take responsibility for their respective roles, throwing their wholehearted passion into their work.
"Don’t you think they match well?"
Marquis Yan Lishan looked at them with a smile, saying to Gu Tong, who was drinking water.
However, in the next second, before he had any preparation...
"Pfft--"
A mouthful of mineral water sprayed all over his face.
Yan Lishan, drenched like a wet chicken, had his entire face baptized by mineral water. He blinked blankly, sowhat puzzled, looking at the coughing Gu Tong, unable to fathom which of his words went wrong...
Gu Tong choked on a mouthful of water, covering her mouth as she coughed incessantly, but her eyes were not idle as she glared angrily at Yan Lishan.
Match? Match your grandpa!
It’s the end of ’91, hey!!
Fujoshi haven’t even erged yet; how could such a fujoshi-esque thought arise?
"Are you okay? Did I... say sothing wrong..." Yan Lishan watched Gu Tong cough, unable to wipe the water droplets from his face, starting to express his concern.
After all, Gu Tong’s face was now flushed red, seemingly in great discomfort.
Gu Tong ignored him, lowered her eyelids, and coughed twice more, feeling a burning sensation.
She reached out her hand, aiming to grab the water on the table, but at that mont, two opened bottles of mineral water were already handed to her.
"Are you okay?"
The sa words rang out in unison.
They ca from the two highest-ranking officers in the battle conference room.
Li Yan, with a face cold as frost, had a slight increase in tension. His distinctly jointed hand held the mineral water bottle, looking worriedly at his little woman.
Qiao Chenyi, as gentle as a spring breeze, had eyes shining with tenderness, filled with concern, like soone caring for his most beloved little sister.
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