Senior Brother Zhao stood still for a while, seemingly a bit uneasy, "Alas, who'd blame the soldiers for not learning to calculate? Sending them is just sending them to their deaths..."
"I will get them ready as soon as possible with all the equipment and the related counterweight mass... Once the timing is right, we can explore again."
"No problem, rest assured."
Zhang Yuan saw the worried look on Senior Brother Zhao's face, the wrinkles on his forehead and the white hair at his temples, at least forty years older than himself.
He suddenly remembered the scene of Old Zhao sneaking a peak at comics in the laboratory, things like "Pirate King" and "Eight Dragon Balls" aimed at a younger audience. After many years had passed, and taking on the role of captain, there were no more such leisurely moments. He had become more serious and carried a conservatism that suited middle age.
"It must be tough being a captain," Zhang Yuan said.