Published: March 2, 2025
“This time, I won’t blame you.”
With this one sentence, the tone was set for Fang Yuqiong's retreat during the battle.
Lin Haifeng had also thoroughly examined the battle report presented by the Corpse Puppet. Although Fang Yuqiong made a mistake, it wasn’t an unforgivable one.
After all, Lin Haifeng couldn’t expect every soldier under his command to be willing to sacrifice themselves, charging recklessly at an invincible enemy.
That was unrealistic; everyone has a fear of death. It just so happened that this incident occurred with his own granddaughter, which indeed made Lin Haifeng feel a chill in his heart.
But there’s a saying, isn’t there?
Trash is just a treasure in the wrong place.
Facts proved that Fang Yuqiong was not suitable for leading troops in battle, nor was she fit to fight desperately on the front lines. The old man knew this very well—if Lin Que was a true warrior, then Fang Yuqiong was more inclined towards manipulating strategies, a type similar to Lin Haifeng, just a bit less mature.
It can only be said that she still needed cultivation and training...
However, who was Lin Haifeng? At this moment, he looked at Fang Yuqiong's silent and embarrassed expression, and a sudden idea popped into his mind...
He then spoke up.
“Do you have any thoughts about this battle?”
Upon hearing her grandfather's words, Fang Yuqiong fell silent for a moment, then hesitantly said, “I feel that I might not be suitable for the front lines…”
There is still hope... at least she has self-awareness.
Lin Haifeng made this judgment in his heart, then pretended to ponder for a moment before speaking again.
“Yuqiong, you see, there were many witnesses to this incident. After all, quite a few soldiers survived on the eastern defensive line. The news of your retreat cannot be kept under wraps. As the saying goes, when you make a mistake, you have to pay the price. Your rank will definitely be hard to keep.”
This was a definitive outcome—being the supreme commander of the frontline in the toughest situation and choosing to escape without issuing a single effective command would be enough to face a military tribunal.
However, still, as the saying goes, it wasn’t a death sentence.
In the past, there had been similar situations in Beijing, and the military tribunal’s verdict was merely to revoke the rank. If one wanted to go to the battlefield, then fine, just be a foot soldier for the rest of one’s life; any promotion would be out of the question.
In other words, Fang Yuqiong’s path in the military was effectively cut off...
However, as Fang Yuqiong herself said—she believed she was not suitable for the front lines. After realizing this, the so-called military rank seemed less important.
At this moment, Fang Yuqiong decisively removed her shoulder insignia and handed over her seal and token, showing no signs of dissatisfaction.
“Mistakes must be acknowledged. Grandfather, I request to be transferred to the suicide squad to temper my character... please grant me this request…”
Fang Yuqiong's voice grew softer as she noticed Lin Haifeng’s half-smiling, half-frowning face.
Lin Haifeng saw through everything—the young woman didn’t truly want to join the suicide squad, nor did she wish to face the demonic clan with weapons in hand. This was merely an attempt to salvage her grandfather's impression of her.
Lin Haifeng didn’t expose her; he simply waved his hand and gave his suggestion.
“I think you’re not suitable for the battlefield... well, how about this? I’ll transfer you to the General Staff or the Internal Affairs Department. Let’s start from the grassroots level; you can learn more.”
After saying this, Lin Haifeng seemed to have an epiphany and added, “Those who achieve great things don’t need to wield knives or clubs; strategizing and making decisions from afar is the path that suits you.”
It wasn’t exactly joy, but after hearing these words, Fang Yuqiong indeed felt much more at ease. The grandfather and granddaughter reached a new arrangement and chatted for a while longer before she got up to leave.