Qing Luo and Bian Yiyi exchanged a look of tacit understanding, and after Qing Luo gave Bian Yiyi a sign with her eyes, Bian Yiyi opened her mouth to speak,
"If we don't cooperate—"
Yet before he could finish his sentence, Song Lili spoke up,
"Xinglan is injured, which indeed could become a weakness for us, but... Commander Lu selected us as officers, and the most basic quality of an officer is the ability to lead troops to victory in the harshest and most dangerous conditions and bring home the soldiers who stake their lives on the battlefield."
Bian Yiyi's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Just now, Sir Liu shared information that is common knowledge; I've also shown you this map before, so I won't show it to you again. You...shouldn't have any objections, right?"
"Let's cooperate."
Qing Luo stretched out her tiny fist toward Song Lili. The fist was small and given Qing Luo's youthful appearance and slim figure, she hardly looked nineteen.