Raising his eyes to glance at the meditative Hastings, Douglas remained silent.
The elderly man with legs as thin as a baby's in front of him was the most revered and devoutly worshipped military god in the hearts of every Feiyang soldier. To be able to spend day and night with this military god and listen to his teachings is the dream opportunity every soldier yearns for. Although he had attended one of his lectures like all other students and considered himself his student, he never imagined he could accompany him like he did now.
His thoughts involuntarily turned to that Fatty.
Among all the young commanders he knew, the one truly most qualified to become a student of Hastings was probably that Fatty.
Unfortunately, why wasn't he a Feiyang person!
"What do you think of the situation in Leray?" Hastings ended his meditative state, turning his gaze from the window to the young man in front of him.
