The bowl-shaped electric light swayed in the air.
Liang Zhengyong faced the black-cased magneto phone, silent.
In today's era of explosive military technological development, the communication devices Liang Zhengyong usually used could even achieve half-body projections, making such outdated magneto phones relics of the past. Besides a few "undying oldies" who survived from before the Age of Winter, hardly anyone used them anymore.
"General Liang, hello."
A sweet female voice came through.
"Connect me to the exchange."
"Certainly, please hold."
The woman replied respectfully.
