At this moment, there was no aging marshal in the phone line. There was only a lonely and desperate soul, who wanted to embrace another lonely soul and ask for the little warmth of each other.

Mu Tie was silent again. He closed his eyes, and tears had quietly flowed down.

"Xiaofan, I promise you to grasp the right measure and protect that child. Don't worry, I won't be the emperor, I just want to help him walk."

"Atie, remember what you said today."

"Xiaofan, so are you."

"So, goodbye."

"goodbye."

Mu Tie slowly put down the microphone in his hand, closed his eyes, and looked at the sky, maintaining a standing posture, and no one could see his expression clearly.

After a long time, Mu Tie slowly lowered his head, still the majestic marshal, still the cold leader. His eyes swept one by one over the officers present, and everyone straightened their chests and faced the marshal proudly. His cold eyes swept over, and the temperature seemed to drop a little in the quiet conference room. But every soldier who was swept by his eyes was extremely hot in his heart.

Mu Tie coldly said two words: "Start"

He put on his military cap, straightened it, and said seriously: "Notify all troops and report to me if there is any problem with the navy's release."
Chapter completed!