Meng Jun walked with his hands clasped behind his back, followed closely by the two reinforced regiment commanders.
Their unit had just rotated off the battlefield after a four-year deployment.
"I have a mission for you two. If more than fifty people reach Base 105, your supplies for the next quarter will be cut by thirty percent. For every person over that limit, I'll add another two percent to the cut."
Jiao Yu's eyes flew open. "Mr. Meng, isn't that a bit much?" he argued. "This whole group is made up of prodigies! We may have the numbers, but you know we're just regular folks. There's no comparison!"
Seeing Meng Jun was unmoved, Jiao Yu continued his sob story.
