"Report to the commander, these anonymous reports, as well as the defense task report about expelling the Raksha Ants, were all written by me.
I also wish to ask the commander why the ’anonymous letter’ I submitted to the Military Department through Haile ended up in your hands?"
Mo Zhenting did not turn around and calmly asked:
"Do you think I’m abusing my power to harm a young genius listed in the Dongxia Fire roster, who obtained the only Scorching Sun slot in Heng Province, and has already entered the direct promotion track of the Star Cup?"
Wu Yong chose silence as his answer.
He believed that as the commander of the Seventh Battle Group, having directed multiple large-scale battles, Mo Zhenting understood better than himself that the defense battalion should not have entered the polluted area, nor should they have attacked the follower creatures without permission.
This could very likely interfere with, or even disrupt, the overall deployment of the Western Front.
"Haile is an active consciousness body cultivated by the Seventh Battle Group, maintaining a considerable degree of independence. You also know that every battle group is a vast violent machine.
They are not governed by the Council Court, even if one of the Nine Marshals awakens from their long sleep, they cannot arbitrarily drive the battle group based on personal will alone."
Mo Zhenting’s every word was slow and heavy, akin to the terrifying weight of the planet beneath them, pressing down on Wu Yong.
"This is a historical issue. The Imperial Capital is theoretically the highest power center of Dongxia, but the Nine Marshals overthrew the Empire and abolished the Emperor, so they would not want to create another centralized ruler for the newly established Dongxia.
The Military Department is the command center for all battle groups, responsible for operation and maintenance, somewhat resembling a logistics department, supporting the long-term progress of the Great Expedition.
Therefore, the highest leader of the Military Department cannot directly mobilize the battle groups and needs to seek the opinions of various commanders.
As for the Council Court, they can’t even decide the list of defense contractors."
As Mo Zhenting spoke, his tone carried a hint of arrogance, akin to Military Department personnel looking down on Imperial Capital lawmakers, considering them all effeminate and cold-blooded.
He felt both pride in his identity as a soldier and condescension toward all institutions outside the Military Department.
"So do you understand now? The newly born Dongxia is very contradictory, the highest power is fragmented, even the Nine Marshals see it as a hot potato, and nobody wants to touch it, because even slight involvement might lead to the abyss of ’restoration of imperial rule’.
Yet residing within the powerful civilization of various races requires maintaining a forward-looking expansion mindset and a strong will to suppress discordant noises.
The active consciousness bodies cultivated through the original canon would theoretically be assigned various permission levels and a fundamental logic, just like a batch of produced Divine Machines.
But the battle groups do not accept any actions involving monitoring, censorship, or information collection. Haile indeed obeys the Military Department, but when principles do not conflict, she may prioritize the highest-ranking officer’s preference."
Mo Zhenting’s voice was like tiny stones falling into a calm lake, causing ripples.
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"So in the commander’s view, all my actions are ridiculous, like a clown, right?"
Mo Zhenting turned around, his gaze deep like an ancient well, and answered:
"Wrong! You did well, just like the power division executed by the newly born Dongxia; whether it’s the battle groups, the Military Department, or the Council Court, power must be put in a cage, not held in the hands of a single person, not even one of the Nine Marshals!"
"But you haven’t done well enough. Even if I don’t receive these anonymous letters, they will eventually be noticed by your superior officers. You shouldn’t trust Haile too much, and you shouldn’t be too eager to satisfy your inner sense of justice when you’re merely a sequence soldier."
"You’re not standing high enough; your influence isn’t large enough to make this world operate and execute according to your will. Words like justice and idealism are beautiful, but beauty doesn’t mean success."
"If you strive to accumulate battle achievements and wait until you are promoted to a field officer position with a certain level of voice, and then report these doubts to the Military Department, I would appreciate you more."
Wu Yong was a bit stunned; it seemed the commander wasn’t planning to deal with him?
"You must remember that any collective does not welcome ’betrayal’ and ’tattle-telling’, even if you might be right, it creates division and breeds suspicion."
Mo Zhenting spoke like a teacher giving earnest advice:
"Additionally, you can extend your list of suspicions. Qin Shi indeed has a conflict of interest with my father, the Education Director in Central City.
But I am first a soldier of Dongxia, and secondly my father’s son.
Your superior, Vice Officer Zheng Min Zheng, privately altered my orders, mobilized the defense battalion to expel the follower creatures Raksha Ants, and subsequently surrounded Qin Shi’s team executing an exploration task, nearly causing major casualties.
This is Haile’s investigation report."
Mo Zhenting walked to his desk, opened a drawer, took out a document, and looked straight into Wu Yong’s eyes.
"Months ago, during the top hundred competition, Qin Shi killed a contestant named Zheng Jun in self-defense, and she was Vice Officer Zheng Min Zheng’s niece.
Just two days ago, Vice Officer Zheng was arrested and truthfully confessed his actions and motives."
Wu Yong was dumbfounded.
"The person who signed the arrest warrant was me."
Mo Zhenting sat upright like an unshakable celestial body, presented before Wu Yong.
"Can you accept this result?"