"Notify everyone: assemble downstairs in five minutes."
"Yes!"
An order was given, a response followed.
This pattern of dialogue, as if enacted countless times before, was perfectly in sync, and natural.
In her astonishment, Long Xilu subconsciously turned her head towards the door and saw the previously disordered warriors neatly lined up, orderly marching downstairs.
They held no doubt or dissatisfaction towards Mo Shangjun, acting as if it were their normal way of interacting.
Long Xilu was a bit stunned.
To her knowledge, Mo Shangjun's time with Reconnaissance Camp's Second Company should not exceed three months—having joined in December and mainly staying until February of the following year. Since March, Mo Shangjun had been away and had not returned.
With such a brief time together, why were the warriors of the Second Company so obedient to her?
"Lieutenant Long."
Mo Shangjun called out to her in an indifferent voice.
"Yes."
