Faced with Robin's cold attitude that was almost arrogant, Jacob failed to suppress his anger and said sarcastically:
"Our champion, Mr. Robin, you can certainly be clean without being in charge! Do you know how hard the company commander worked to maintain the war zone? Six months! He didn't close his eyes for six months! Sometimes, just after commanding the battle on the front line, he hurried back to the rear without even being treated! Just to deal with ammunition, food, soldier sources and other problems that you would never think about!"
"Enough, Jacob!"
Bahram interrupted Jacob, and then he said to the others:
"Everyone, let's go out, the meeting will continue."
Everyone who received amnesty bowed their heads and left the gate, and then the door was closed again, leaving only the Space Marines.
In fact, he had guessed before that no matter how bold the 11th game was, he would not arrest people in public in public. Someone must be behind the scenes. He also knew that there were many problems in the Sixth War Zone. Many of the officials he appointed were capable, but their character was not very good. But he did not have so many choices. As long as it was not too much, he turned a blind eye, because in this place where both material and spiritual poverty is too difficult to find qualified administrators, let alone those with good character and integrity, it would be more difficult than finding gene stealers.
He knew all those who smuggled and engaged in power-for-money transactions, but as long as the production capacity of the cathedral can be improved, he could tolerate these, even if he knew that doing so was not the style that Astarte should have.
But there is no way. The war against Tyron is too cruel and harsh. It is a headless monster with many tentacles. No matter how many limbs it cut off, it will never kill it.
Of course, Bahram speculated that such actions also had a shocking meaning. Ustad needed to use 11 games to show his authority and to ensure that every theater and theater commander obeyed his strategic decisions.
"Brother Robin, you come all the way, not just for this little thing."
Bahram tried to calm his tone as much as possible. He knew that Robin actually had no objection to him because he was like this to everyone.
Robin nodded and took out a data board.
"The company commander originally wanted others to come and pass the message, but considering this, um... I'm here on my own initiative."
Bahram didn't say anything, just picked up the data board, looked at it, and took a breath of air conditioning.
"So much!"
After reading it, he placed the data board on the table and Jacob immediately picked it up.
"The situation in the second war zone is not very good. The number of Tyrons suddenly increased a lot, and famine broke out again. Several worlds were in riots. In order to maintain military rations, they could only collect surplus grains. As a result, the turmoil continued and fell into internal and external troubles. The company commander had no choice but to send a team to report the funeral..."
"Are you crazy?"
Jacob smashed the data board heavily on the table.
"We may not be able to empty the warehouse so much food and supplies! We can fight Tyron without food or drink in the Sixth War Zone, right?"
Then he turned around and looked at Bahram.
"Company Commander, this is treating us as fat Glocks. Other war zones keep reaching out to the back to ask for things. We have not only not asked for a few times, but also have to send them out. What is this the time? You work so hard, no one cares. The more you do, the more people take!"
Bahram just whispered to him and asked Robin:
“How bad is it?”
"A unique worm-holding person appeared in that place, marked as a dead leaper, causing serious damage to the defense. In order to hunt him, a company commander was killed in the remains battle."
"Well... I understand, I will raise good supplies as soon as possible to send them."
"Company Commander!"
Seeing Jacob talking again, Bahram put his hand on his shoulder and said earnestly:
"Remember, Jacob, everything we do is to maintain the front line of the cathedral and protect hundreds of billions of human beings behind the front line. We are not managing our own territory, not engaging in warlord ideas, taking the overall situation into consideration and putting the overall situation first. If we do well, we should help other war zones more. This is what we should do. We are bleeding, and other brothers are bleeding, so we should not be narrow-minded. If you also take the position of company commander in the future, you must remember these."
Jacob was stunned for a moment, and then he could only nod helplessly.
"I understand, company commander."
Bahram turned around and looked at Robin.
"But it takes a little time."
"It's okay. I'm here to help you this time. Maybe I can't help with other things, but if you need me on the front line, just send me there."
Bahram was stunned for a moment, then smiled and walked forward to hold the other person's arm.
"Thank you, brother."
Robin's face, which had few expressions, also smiled.
"Brother, I can't sit idly by and watch my brother. I hope my sword can give you a good night's sleep."
"Yes, yes, I need this sword so much."
Robin noticed Bahram's chin's stubble and slightly dry sideburns, and suddenly whispered:
"Thank you for your hard work, Bahram."
Bahram just smiled bitterly.
"Oh, there is no way. Not only do we have to fight, but we also have to take care of so many people eating, drinking, defecating, Robin, you always said before that I care too much about mortals. Now the example of the Second War Zone is in front of you. Our number is too small. To fight against Tyron, we must rely on those people, and naturally we must accept the various defects that they will inevitably have. I remember that the leader of the war said a long time ago that if we want to protect humans, the first thing we have to do is to recognize and accept the physical and mental defects and imperfections of human beings. Only by doing this can we truly protect humans, rather than disguising slavery as guardians..."
Robin shook his head.
"I only have a sword in my hand, and I can't handle such complicated problems, so I can only work harder."
"What's the situation with the second company commander now?"
"I've been busy all the time. The commander of the battle sent new recruits. Oh, by the way, a group of new recruits will soon arrive in the 10th Company, and there will be some equipment and supplies, but I also brought the words to ask the company commander to think of more ways. He heard from the messenger that something happened to Orps again, and Reza and another green skin that cast the world could not be suppressed, so there might be no support in the future."
Hearing this, Bahram couldn't help but frown and sighed:
"It's a turbulent moment. Tyron is not finished yet. Other things are coming again. The Legion Commander is under great pressure. It seems that we really have to rely on ourselves... Not to mention these, it's rare that you can do it once, and I will do my best to be a landlord."
Bahram put his hand on the other party's shoulder, walked towards the door, and said to Jacob:
"Jacob, go and say to Ms. Rita, and ask her to prepare a small dinner party and get some more black wine, and the people in the company will call together."
Chapter completed!