"Commander Mu!"
The voice reached before the person did.
On the small building of the General Logistics and Armament Department, Mu Lun was quietly reading, without raising his head.
After a while, a burly figure appeared at the door, and the sentinel on duty, as if given orders ahead of time, acted as if he didn't notice.
Batulu walked into the room.
Despite Mu Lun's high position, being one of the undeniable core figures of the Allied Army, he was not only low-key, but also frugal, managing the entire Allied Army's logistics and ammunition—it could be said to be a lucrative role—yet his lifestyle was quite simple, always staying in this two-bedroom, one-hall small building, even less than some officials.
"Commander Mu."
Thinking the other hadn't heard, Batulu, who volunteered himself, called once more.
"Aren't you supposed to be reorganizing military affairs, getting ready for battle? What are you doing here?"
