Shen Yan looked up and took a deep breath:
"How did it come to this?"
The chief of staff nodded heavily and said:
"This is the result."
"I've also input data from some soldiers on Blue Star and other units."
"But the results are still much the same."
"Is there a problem with something, could Zhao Ming have made a mistake with the data settings somewhere?"
Shen Yan rubbed his temples and nodded:
"Alright, I understand."
"I'll go ask later; this week has been exhausting."
"Let the people below have a good rest."
Then Shen Yan dismissed everyone in the meeting room, rubbing his temples for a long time before he felt better, thought for a while, and dialed Shen Qinghan's number:
"Hello? Qinghan...."
——
On the other side.
Polestar Game Company.
Zhao Ming routinely opened the database and checked the progress of the Northern Army.
It's been a week.
The nearest one was lightly equipped and reached a mountain closest to Sanshuli.
Then he closed the database.
