Chapter 443 The Biggest Capital
In the Admiral's office at the Navy Headquarters, there was a sense of heaviness in the air.
Zhan Guo rested his hands on the table, lowered his brows, and looked a little tired.
When Jin An stood in front of him, Zhan Guo showed an apologetic look, his eyes full of guilt.
"I didn't expect you to encounter Kaido again." Zhan Guo's voice was a little low, and seemed to be helpless.
He sighed, raised his head and looked directly at Jin An, "I'm sorry, the troops at our headquarters are a bit under-strength right now, and we don't even have many scouts left."
Jin An stood straight, and when he heard this, he shook his head slightly, without any expression on his face.
“So many people were drafted?” He said calmly, as if the Kaido incident was just a part of daily life.
Zhan Guo nodded silently, with a hint of uneasiness in his expression.
As a marshal, he is well aware of the pressure currently facing the navy.
Even a strong man like Jinan has to face a monster like Kaido. How much chance of survival do those ordinary marines have when facing such a powerful enemy?
His mind was filled with thoughts, as if he could already see the faces of those who died on the battlefield.
Jin'an said nothing, he also understood what Zhan Guo was thinking at the moment.
There was a moment of silence in the air. Each of them had their own thoughts and their eyes avoided each other at the same time.
In the silence, Jin An's eyes flashed with a hint of complexity. He understood the difficulties of the Warring States Period and the cruelty of war.
Even those strong men standing at the top cannot stop the torrent of fate from crushing those innocent lives.
Suddenly, Zhan Guo smiled, trying to break the heaviness.
"First of all, welcome back." He said, his tone became a little more relaxed, but that smile seemed a little bitter in Jin An's eyes, "Next, you should have a good rest."
Jin An raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile.
Although he wanted to say that he was not very tired, all the fighting and running around he had experienced these days were just a part of his life.
But he also knew that the pressure Zhan Guo was bearing was far beyond his imagination.
The navy’s duty is not only to defeat the enemy, but also to protect the safety of countless civilians.
And all these responsibilities ultimately fell on the shoulders of Zhan Guo.
Zhan Guo's smile was still on his face, like a thin mask, covering up the heaviness in his heart.
Jin An didn't say anything more, just waved his hand gently, "Then I'll go back first."
Zhan Guo nodded and watched Jin An leave the office.
The moment the door closed, the atmosphere in the office suddenly became extremely quiet.
Zhan Guo stood there, staring at the closed door, his brows gradually furrowed.
His gaze slowly turned to the window, his eyes heavy as he cast towards the red earth continent in the distance.
"We're going to Marijoa again..."
Zhan Guo muttered to himself, the oppressive heaviness in his heart unable to dissipate.
The continuous wars and conscriptions have almost exhausted the navy's resources.
Without military funds and manpower, the Navy Headquarters is barely holding on.
As a marshal, he had to ask the World Government for more assistance, but he knew that what the Celestial Dragons really cared about was never the life and death of the Navy, but their own power and interests.
But he still wanted to give it a try because of the justice in his heart and for those sailors who would return or could not return to the headquarters of the navy.
Zhan Guo sighed, put his hands behind his back, stood by the window, and looked out at the towering red earth continent.
The continuous wars and pressure made his shoulders heavier and heavier. He knew that the trip to Mary Geoise would not be easy and he would have to make more compromises in exchange for that meager support.
At this time, Zhan Guo's expression was no longer as calm and composed as when he faced Jin An just now, but a kind of fatigue and helplessness that could not be concealed.
Even with strong talents like Jinan, the Navy still faces unforeseen challenges and the road ahead is still full of thorns.
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Jin An walked out of Zhan Guo's office and closed the door gently. He couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
Standing in the corridor, there was silence for a moment.
The heavy atmosphere in the office seemed to still linger around him, making him feel an invisible pressure.
Jin An rubbed his forehead, as if trying to dispel the depression from his mind.
He raised his head slightly, looked forward, and slowly moved forward, muttering softly, "This marshal job is really not an easy one."
Although his voice was soft, it revealed a hint of helplessness and emotion.
Becoming a marshal - it sounds like a symbol of supreme honor and power, but Jin An knows in his heart that it is also the beginning of heavy pressure.
"Not only do I have to endure the anger of the World Government, but I also have to take into account the ideas of the navy under my command and the operation of the entire army." Jin An secretly complained.
At this moment, Zhan Guo's slightly tired face and the heavy gaze in the direction of the Red Earth Continent emerged in his mind.
Pressure from the World Government came from all directions. The operation of the navy, the arrangement of battles, the life and death of soldiers all rested on the shoulders of the Marshal. Any slight change would affect the entire body.
This is not just a simple management position, but also involves facing political games and dealing with countless invisible difficulties every day.
Even a strong nation like the Warring States period could not avoid exhaustion.
Jin An put his hands in his pockets, his thoughts drifting away, thinking back to his struggles and improvements over the years.
He had once been tempted by the title of marshal and wanted to reach the top, gain greater power and the initiative in decision-making.
However, at this moment, the complexity of reality made him begin to re-examine this wish.
"It's difficult." He said silently in his heart, with a bitter smile on his face, and shook his head, "I can only say it's too difficult."
Jin An continued to walk forward, his back still straight, but his steps were no longer as brisk as before.
At this moment, he couldn't help but think about the conflicts within and outside the navy, the shadow of the world government, and the countless impending war storms. The duties of the marshal were like a mountain weighing heavily on his heart.
After walking a few steps, he stopped, looked up at the blue sky in the distance, exhaled a long breath, suddenly smiled, and whispered to himself: "The general is fine."
His smile showed a sense of ease and relief.
As a general, he has great power but does not get bogged down in the quagmire of politics and power struggles.
He can maneuver on the battlefield and make decisions freely behind the scenes. He does not have to face mountains of pressure and responsibilities every day, and he is indeed less constrained.
Jin'an's eyes gradually regained their calmness, and the latent fighting spirit in his heart was rekindled.
"Marshal?" He whispered, a smile on his face, and shook his head gently, "Forget it, let Zhan Guo and the others worry about it."
He quickened his pace, and there was a little more ease and freedom in his steps.
For Jin An, strength is his greatest asset, and how to use this strength is what he cares most about.
As for those heavy shackles of power, he was no longer in a hurry to fight for them.
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