"Boss, the 105-caliber artillery has been delivered, along with the tow vehicles and ammunition. Rebrov and his men received the artillery twenty minutes ago."
"Alright, thank you."
"Boss, there's one more thing."
"Go ahead."
"I'm your bodyguard, not your secretary. You can't have me do these things for you. First, I'm not good at handling these things, but more importantly, doing these tasks seriously distracts me from focusing on protecting you. Ensuring your safety is my primary job. I should be at your door, not running errands for you."
Gao Yang raised his head and looked at Joseph. After pondering for a moment, he nodded and said, "Understood. Go to the Missile Troopers and see the condition of the equipment they received. Don't rely on written reports; listen to detailed reports from Niva and Dmitry, remember them, and tell me. I need to plan how to use the next batch of missiles. Go on, quickly and return fast."
