"Second Brother, what's your thought? Shouldn't we resist a little? After all, we have to maintain our tall and glorious image in front of those little brats down there. We can't let one performance scatter the troops' morale, right? I think we should consider this carefully. If necessary, we should unite some officers below Chief Guard and recommend it together."
Mu Xingfeng put down the tablet in his hand and looked at Lin Junyang like he was an idiot. "Do you think I need to?"
Lin Junyang slapped his forehead, "Right, you're about to become a Major General. Given your rank, getting promoted to a full regiment is no problem at all. Why would you need to prepare another program with us?"
Then he felt something was off, "No, Second Brother, my old man said that your transfer order won't come until September, which means you're still at battalion level right now. Haha, indeed the heavens spare no one."
As he said this, Lin Junyang laughed and hammered the sofa arm.
