When Yang Ming saw Peterson and this group of young people from Saka Star, the speech he had prepared got stuck in his throat.
Actually, there was no need to say anything.
Since they chose to step forward, they had to bear the risks and costs of being heroes.
Peterson's gaze became steady and heavy, his young face carrying a sense of maturity, his expression keeping as calm as possible.
"Well done."
Yang Ming patted Peterson on the arm, sighing softly:
"You guys, I could have used my connections to place you safely in the rear, but you resolutely sought out a tough task to fight against the insects."
"Sorry, my lord, I know these ships are valuable..."
"How are ships so valuable, aren't they all man-made?"
Yang Ming interrupted Peterson, whispering:
"A general must not only learn how to send soldiers to die, but also how to keep them alive and grant their deaths the meaning of heroism.
