After saying goodbye, he quickly tossed the stall to Cen Xingbang and Eric, then led Gu Li back, saying, "I'll take this guy back first."
Eric glanced at Gu Li, who had finally calmed down in Levy's hands, and simply nodded: "Go, go to Cecil, she's already waiting."
As Gu Li struggled frantically, shouting, "I told you I'd walk there myself! You stinky octopus, let me go!"
The young man named Levi's voice carried a hint of relaxed laughter: "If you're so capable, break free yourself. If you do, I won't catch you anymore."
Gu Li: "Brother complex! You damn brother complex, let me go!"
Levi tightened his grip on her hand slightly and chuckled, "I already told you to break free yourself."
As the sounds of bickering faded into the distance, along with the oppressive atmosphere, the assistant silently wiped away a bead of sweat.
Under the arrangement of Eric and Cen Xingbang, the First Legion was stationed in the open space south of the city. The port beach, where a head-on collision with Bellamy's warship was expected, was to be the responsibility of the Alien City.
As night deepened, the usually quiet southern part of the city was filled with well-lit, orderly queues.
The assistant recalled the encounter during the day, but there was actually nothing to review; they had only met two people!
"They don't seem to follow Miss Guli's orders very well. Can we really entrust this battle to them?"
Late at night, when all was quiet, the assistant confided her concerns to Celine, who was working at her desk.
"Even if they are individually very strong, this is war..."
Celine put down her pen, glanced at her assistant who had been with her for many years, and asked solemnly, "Do you know how many troops are in that city?"
The assistant paused, then said, "...The other party never gave it to us..."
Celine continued before he could finish, "According to the report after the war fifty years ago, all three thousand men of the Eleventh Legion were killed in action."
The assistant's breath hitched.
Celine closed her eyes, her expression showing no joy at the immense fighting power.
"Even today, though the number has decreased, as long as half of them remain, their fighting power is unimaginably strong."
Assistant: "Then why are you still so worried?"
Since settling the soldiers in, Celine had been writing furiously in his tent, knowing that those were plans to deal with various situations.
Her hand, which was tidying the table, paused for a moment, and her voice was no longer as cheerful as usual: "...because everyone here symbolizes the mistakes of the Federation fifty years ago."
"I cannot allow the mistakes of fifty years ago to repeat themselves."
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