"How is the general manager's health? It's not a big deal, right?" The panicked generals were wandering around outside the room but had no choice but to wait for the doctor's diagnosis.

After a while, the military doctor pushed the door and walked out of Reinhart's bedroom. The generals turned their eyes on his face to understand Reinhart's condition, but they were not sure - the doctor did not frown but was not as relaxed as if he had met a student with a strange exam topic.

"How is the Chief Commander's condition?" They couldn't tell the situation from their expressions, so they could only surround them and ask.

"It's not a big deal for the time being. It looks like an overworked coma caused by lack of rest. I injected the general coach with sedatives to relax his nerves and sleep deeply. He should wake up in about two or three days. Please do not disturb him no matter what happens during this period, otherwise it will be difficult to guarantee that he will not fall into a coma again because of excessive stress. At that time, it will not be a problem that can be solved by a sedative." The military doctor's tone was half a statement and half a reminder.

"Of course we will give the Chief Commander's body the most priority. But you can't seem to be sure what disease the Chief Commander is suffering from?" The Chief of Staff clearly expressed his blame in his tone. A doctor was dissatisfied with the patient's condition.

"To be honest, the General Manager's condition is very strange. When he fell down, the adrenaline content in his blood had far exceeded the poisoning standard. It is a miracle that he has not triggered a poisoning reaction yet. I am afraid that it will affect the general manager's body and dare not neutralize the adrenaline in his body. General Manager seems to have suffered from some kind of disease that causes hormone disorders, but examples like him are not recorded in the entire alliance case library. The equipment in the flagship infirmary is very limited. We need other more sophisticated equipment for analysis..." The military doctor explained to himself in embarrassment.

"I understand. You make a list of needed items and send them to the commander-in-chief. I will let the earth troops get the equipment needed as soon as possible. Of course, your medical team must also understand the cause and treatment of the commander-in-chief. Do you understand?" The Chief of Staff gave the military doctor a death order.

"I must try my best to find a way to treat the Chief General!" The military doctor saluted and ran to gather all the elite military doctors in the fleet.

"There is no record of the case database..."

"The General Manager won't be so sick, right? Now is the most important period for strategy battles!"

"Who said no? It's really...hey."

As soon as the doctor left, the generals began to discuss again. Most of them were people who were supported by Reinhardt. They had long been used to Reinhardt's guidance and scolding. Now that their general manager fell, everyone seemed to have suddenly lost their backbone.

"We who are inactive are also responsible for making the general manager overworked and sick. Now is not a time to talk here. Everyone will gather in the tactical conference room in half an hour. Be sure to minimize the impact of this manslaughter before the general manager wakes up!" Seeing this, the chief of staff hurried out to speak. He knew that he could not replace Reinhardt's influence, and could only use responsibility to encourage the morale of other generals.

"Yes!" Someone stood up and pointed the direction. The generals' uneasiness finally eased a little, and their heads began to think about other issues besides Reinhardt's condition.

"..." The close attendant kept bowing his head anxiously waiting for the punishment for himself. It was said that he, the personal health care expert, was the direct person responsible for Reinhardt's illness. But until the generals and officials discussed the issue in groups of three or three, no one spoke to him, as if he had been forgotten.

Finally, the chief of staff who was walking at the end stood in front of him.

"Here you come!" When he felt someone in front of him, the nearby servant suddenly felt excited.

"You know how much mistake you made, do you?" The Chief of Staff's voice was so calm that there was no trace of tone.

"Because of the subordinate's negligence, the general general fell ill, and the subordinate was willing to accept any punishment." The nearby servant buried his head deeper.

"Yeah, the attitude is good, but it would be unfair to us to take all the mistakes on you. The commander relies too much on the general commander. Once this absolutely mind falls down, there will be no temporary replacement. It would be great if General Gilfiece is still alive..."

The Chief of Staff nodded and let out a long sigh.

"..." The close attendant vaguely heard the Chief of Staff's concern, but he could not say anything from his own standpoint.

"Really, why do I tell you this?" The silence of the closest servant made the chief of staff notice his fault. "In short, your punishment will be left for the future. Now there are no other reliable health care professionals in the fleet. You can make meritorious service and be responsible for taking care of the general commander."

"My subordinates must do their best, even if they pay their lives!" Hearing that he would not be punished for the time being, the nearby servant quickly expressed his excitement.

"Your life?" Chief of Staff burst into tears. "If your life can be exchanged for the longevity of the General Manager, that's a good deal. Even if I, a person who never touches a gun, will do it with my own hands without hesitation."

The Chief of Staff threw down this sentence and walked straight to the tactical conference room. Only the helpless young attendant was left in the corridor.

―Half an hour later? Flagship tactical conference room―

"If you have any solutions, please post it. What is in front of us is indeed a difficult problem, but it can always be solved by gathering everyone's wisdom." Since General Gilfiece's death, there has never been a so-called "second leader" in the command department. Several of the generals here alone have the same level as the Chief of Staff, so the Chief of Staff said it very politely.

"It's better to conduct reporting and control..." The first person to speak was a lieutenant general with low qualifications. Judging from his eager look, he knew that he was eager to show himself.

"Report control? Who is it? This is not an alliance territory. Will the federal media be silent because of our orders?" Before the lieutenant general finished his words, someone jumped out to refute.

"It is still feasible to only conduct reporting and control within the army. In short, rumors cannot be spread in the army, which will have an impact on morale and military discipline." The young lieutenant general rescued his best friend.

"Yes, this is what I want to say." I don't know if I really want to say this or take advantage of this step to step down, the lieutenant general also agreed.

"No matter how you block the rumors, they will always spread, especially the Federal Army will definitely make a big fuss about this incident, so simple control is meaningless. In my opinion, it is better to lose things than to block them. If we turn around and attack the federal government, maybe it will also have the effect of mixing with fish..." The opposite opinion was that a certain staff officer, although it was an unintentional word, his words could be considered as the truth at some level.

"Come on the back? Be careful to backfire..." The head of the Military Intelligence Bureau snorted coldly next to him.

"What do you mean?" The confident strategy was ridiculed, and the staff general was a little embarrassed.

"What does it mean? This is the video that my subordinates just listened to from the federal civilian network. When our bomb landed in the shelter, someone happened to shoot nearby with a personal terminal. If they zoomed in slightly, they even knew the number on the bomb clearly." The intelligence officer called out a video from his personal database. It took only a few dozen seconds to record the entire process of bombing the shelter.

"We can say that the Federation deliberately sent people to film in order to incite public opinion. Isn't the intelligence operation exactly what your Intelligence Bureau is good at?" The staff general was not giving up.

"If it were just a piece of video, we could indeed use it. Now even the witness is in the hands of others. The Intelligence Bureau does not have the ability to mess with black and white." The intelligence officer still had that annoying sneer on his face, as if the crisis in front of him had nothing to do with him.

"Personal witness?" The staff general was stunned.

"You ask Lieutenant General Bidianfield, his subordinates know best." The intelligence officer Nunuu kicked the ball to Bidianfield, 200,000 kilometers away.

"Lieutenant General Biddingfield, what's going on?" The General Staff asked quickly.

"Uh..." Bidianfield on the screen looked embarrassed, "The bomber that dropped the bomb was captured and shot down by the Federal Air Force less than a minute after dropping the bomb. We also checked the bombing target to confirm his parachuting location. Who knows..."

"In other words, the direct 'murderer' who bombed the civilian shelter should be in the hands of the federal army now?" It was of great importance, and before the general could speak, the Chief of Staff asked first.

"Very sorry, yes..."

"Why not rescue? Are you not very good at this?" The Chief of Staff had a rare ignition in his tone.

"It is completely a federally controlled area. Most of our mobile forces are used in London strategy battles, and even the success rate of rescue is not high." Bidianfield felt very wronged. His luck has not been better since the accidental battle of the atmosphere began.

"It's true that if you should be saved, you don't want to save, and if you shouldn't be saved, you're throwing away so many troops! (He refers to the pilot rescue incident that triggered the Continental Battle)" Lieutenant General Bidianfield's aggrieved expression made the Chief of Staff even more angry, but he was helpless that he could not scold him.

A few days ago, Bidianfield was at the same level as the Chief of Staff. Although he was demoted to Lieutenant General because he started the Earth Circle battle at the wrong time and place, he would be promoted back sooner or later. No matter for himself or the internal harmony of the Allied Forces, he could not say anything extreme to Bidianfield.

"As a matter of fact, it is enough to just conduct regulatory clarification, but if you do it, it will backfire."

"Who would believe it just by clarifying it? Even if there are people who prove it, we can be said to be spies in the federal mingling within our army!"

As the Chief of Staff thought hard, the two groups of people started arguing again, without Reinhardt, the weigher, no one was afraid of each other, and the result was that the military controversy was trapped in endless quarrels.

"Enough of you!" Finally, the pressure accumulated by the Chief of Staff completely erupted.

Suddenly everyone's eyes turned to the Chief of Staff, and a strange silence appeared in the conference room.

"Sorry, I'm rude... In short, the argument will not help the current situation. Since the general manager is not there, everyone will vote according to the number of people. Those who support the regulatory clarification raise their hands."

The people who supported this faction raised their hands honestly. The Chief of Staff roughly counted the number. Suddenly he felt a burst of pain coming from his ribs.

The number of people staying in the fleet of the commander-in-chief was not counted as Reinhardt, and seven people raised their hands - that is to say, the number of people in the two factions except themselves was equal. Seeing the generals of both factions pointing their fiery eyes to themselves, the Chief of Staff felt that every inch of his skin was burned by those eyes.

"...I support the clarification of the control." Finally, the Chief of Staff raised his hand hesitantly, the winner was excited, and the loser was disappointed.

At this moment, the Chief of Staff knew that his neutral position in the army had completely disappeared.

"Then according to the voting results, the Intelligence Bureau will draw up a plan as quickly as possible, and implement it immediately after the plan is finalized. Our reaction is already very slow and we can't be delayed anymore. The meeting will be over!" The Chief of Staff gritted the bullet and made a final decision.

Knowing that the decision could not be changed, the generals and officials all ended. After a while, the huge conference room was the chief of staff who was pinching his nose and frowned without saying a word. The chief of staff who had not seen his chief come out for a long time came in.

"Your Excellency, you are..." the adjutant asked carefully.

"Now I know how much pressure the Chief General has been under. This seat is definitely not something that I am like to sit firmly." He suddenly leaned on the back of the chair, and the Chief of Staff sighed to the sky...
Chapter completed!