Xu Jinglan really didn’t take the finals seriously, with her tactics focused mainly on offense. As for covering the retreat?
Heh... who is she kidding?
She, Xu Jinglan, needed no one to cover her back.
After hearing the Flying Team’s tactical plans, Lin Fu’s clear gaze swept calmly over everyone, finally settling on Marville and Archer.
"The tactics for the Command Department are up to you, same with the gunnery specialty."
"For logistics, Ye Fei, group fights on Helheim Star—you know how harsh the conditions are, I don’t need to say it. Whether all team members can return safely is now up to your logistics team. Start preparing now; I don’t want to see any oversights."
Archer and Marville gestured that they had it handled.
Ye Fei, slightly tense, raised his hand, "Sister Fu, rest assured, I guarantee to accomplish the mission."
Lin Fu smiled wryly—how had even Ye Fei started calling her Sister Fu!
"As for our Marine Corps, we’ve already discussed it; you all just wait and watch our performance!"
Members of the Marine Corps looked arrogantly proud, heads tilted up, causing everyone to burst into laughter.
"Let’s disband the meeting then! Go do whatever you need to do; no need to all gather here, just organize within your own teams." Lin Fu disliked excessive pontificating. Having said that, she led the way out the door, turned around, and beckoned to Nolan with a curl of her finger.
Nolan immediately scurried over, "Sister Fu, what are your orders? You say!"
"You’re well-connected; go spy and find out who’s allying with whom."
Nolan’s sly grin betrayed his delight, "No problem, this is what I do best."
Lin Fu expressed her skepticism and to ensure nothing went wrong, she called Ji Xiu over as well, "Fatty, go with Nolan. You’re full of ideas, and together you two will definitely achieve more with half the effort."
"And one more thing..."
Lin Fu lowered her voice, "Find a way to stir the waters for me, the muddier the better. You’re the most suitable for this task."
Ji Xiu chuckled slyly, and the two walked off arm in arm, a picture of brotherhood.
"Alright, now it’s only us from the Marine Corps left, and it’s time for me to let you all in on the plan." Lin Fu clapped her hands and led the group towards the Simulation Chamber building.
This facility was shared by all the competing participants. The building was buzzing with people coming and going—very lively with those here for training or combat.
To lay the groundwork for the upcoming matches.
"Look, they’ve arrived."
As Lin Fu and her group entered, the whole lobby quieted down. People who were previously laughing and talking now stopped, turned around one by one, and looked over.
All eyes converged on them.
Lin Fu halted her steps, her eyes crinkled slightly, and she raised an eyebrow in a smile—confident with a hint of provocation.
The faces around her changed in an instant, some annoyed and others lit up with excitement.
Morris, who was notoriously unyielding, couldn’t help but mutter, "I’m having regrets."
"Regrets about what?"
"Regretting that I didn’t go to Elbert. I’m liking them more and more." Morris had not been won over by Elbert’s previous endurance until the last stand, but this time, he really liked that both brazen yet irritating aura the entire team of Elbert emitted.
The more arrogant they were, the less anyone dared to provoke them.
They could only secretly band together against them, which only showed how strong they really were, didn’t it?
Strong ones always disdain making allies.
Despite the fact that the Royal Starship Academy now combined the power of Feng Lin, Fengye, and Violet—three elite Military Academies—Morris and his likes already found them inferior, and extremely disgraceful.