The Most Powerful Brain in the Interstellar Space

Chapter 337 A Close Call (Part 2)
The sudden appearance of the red-marked area disrupted their original rhythm, making the situation even more chaotic.

While it's normal for unexpected situations to arise during the execution of a plan, this mission has encountered far too many of them!
"Stop!" A somewhat flustered voice came from the command seat; it was Zhou Xiuwen. His eyes were bloodshot, and he was almost gritting his teeth as he stared at the retrieved live footage... of the people in it.

How could this be? How is that possible? What... how did those two end up here? Shouldn't they have already left?
Zhou Xiuwen was unaware that his jaw was clenched, his eyes were bloodshot, and his whole body was overflowing with rage, like a lion that had been provoked and was asserting his authority to everyone.

Everyone in the command room, which had been in chaos just moments before, fell silent and looked at him with complicated expressions, at the successor chosen by the former master of the battlefield.

While not everyone present had watched Zhou Xiuwen grow up, each of them was a confidant of Zhou Yuanjing. They had all followed that imperial marshal in his campaigns across the country and ultimately reached that supreme position; none of them were veteran soldiers.

However, not everyone among them agreed with Zhou Xiuwen.

Although they were absolutely loyal to Zhou Yuanjing, it didn't mean they could accept such a young man effortlessly taking over the power that Zhou Yuanjing had built up over many years—even if this young man was Zhou Yuanjing's only son.

While the tasks the other party had previously undertaken were all completed satisfactorily and without major errors, they lacked any significant highlights. This reinforced everyone's previous belief that the legion should be entrusted to Zhou Xiuwen, and they felt somewhat worried about the future.

Until today, most of them firmly believed that Zhou Xiuwen was more like his maternal grandfather, with a gentle and mild temperament, more suitable to be a moderate politician than a general who fought on the battlefield.

But just today, in that instant, their opinion of this seemingly frail child suddenly changed.

Perhaps he inevitably inherited the gentle and frail nature deeply rooted in his maternal clan, but he is still Zhou Yuanjing's son, with the blood and pride of that god of the battlefield.

He may not be a male lion, but he is definitely an undeveloped lion cub.

Zhou Xiuwen couldn't hear what the others were asking him, and for a moment he forgot his responsibilities. All he could see were his two friends on the screen, who were being forced to lie prostrate on the ground by the strong airflow.

What happened? What exactly happened? How did things get to this point?

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"Damn it, what happened? How did they get there? Where are the military personnel?"

On the other side, someone was also cursing and swearing.

"A bunch of useless trash." It's unclear who he was referring to.

The boy sped up his typing, quickly entering a long string of unreadable characters into the command panel. He then checked off the options on the panel, pressed the confirm button, and left the control room without paying attention to the prompts.

Not long after he left, someone knocked on the control room door. Just as he was about to explain the latest situation to the people inside, he found the control room empty.

Huan Xian walked away.

The interface also displays prompts for migrating to mobile devices and a series of follow-up deployments completed by the user before the migration.

The young man who suddenly burst in discovered that the commander was missing. He was initially anxious and wanted to connect to the communications to find Huan Xian, but a glance to the side revealed that the other man had already predicted the next step of the deployment. He had even provided specific and accurate plans for the situation he was about to hand over, as if the other man himself was standing there communicating with him. Given that much intelligence might not even reach this point in time, how did Huan Xian calculate this step? Is there really such a thing as a "born commander"?

Before witnessing it, the young man was somewhat skeptical, but now he had no choice but to believe it.

He then read through the next two or three instructions from the other side and realized that Huan Xian had a clear understanding of the entire battle situation and had arranged everything properly along the battle lines.

Even if there might be slight errors along the way, the discrepancies won't be too significant. As long as we follow this overall framework, there won't be any problems. So, it seems that the other party's temporary departure won't really cause any issues...

Only now did the young man truly realize how terrifying his opponent was. What kind of being was this, capable of 'planning ten steps ahead for every one step' and anticipating the enemy's moves?

This young man didn't actually belong to their Third Army, or even to any other legion. This special commander named Huan Xian belonged only to the military… to the Empire. Without orders from above, even their legion commander couldn't interfere too much with the young man's choices.

Well, since the other party has already arranged the work, there's nothing more to say. It would be rather shameless for a group of adults to expect such a not-yet-fully-awakened individual to control everything.

After all, they were genuinely just there to help, and completely unpaid so that they couldn't complain that the other party hadn't finished helping, could they? Besides, the other party wasn't without follow-up matters; they just stepped away for a moment, and the command strategy had been outlined in advance...

If teenagers can do this much, then it's time for adults to take care of the rest.

The young man had no choice but to accept his fate and take over the work on this section, which was probably something the person had planned long ago. But where did such a meticulous person go, abandoning this task? And what could have gotten into such a rush?

Of course there are, and they're usually in a real hurry.

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A fierce wind whipped around her, tearing at her coat with a sharp, rustling sound. Jiang Hui sensed that it wouldn't be long before the knife-like wind would rip through her slightly protective coat.

Good heavens, could we hold on a little longer?! She really felt that the inner lining wasn't as sturdy as the outer layer.

Jiang Hui didn't want to die such a gruesome death... This was her second time dying, so at least give her a more dignified way to die, okay?

She couldn't even imagine what it would be like if Clarence, whom she had been suppressing, were exposed. Wouldn't he be blown away by the wind?! He would really be doomed then.

With that thought in mind, she struggled to climb upwards and used her shoulder to press down on the person below who seemed to have stopped moving.

The strong wind continued to strike the two men, who were already at their last gasp.

—And that's not even the worst of it.

Jiang Hui struggled to move her stiff neck. Although she couldn't turn her head to look up, she could already sense a dark shadow looming over them, and something enormous was crashing down on them at an extremely fast speed.

(End of this chapter)