On the other side, upon receiving word from Xu Haishui, Song Muyuan immediately began preparations, selecting elite soldiers from eight legions, totaling over five thousand men.
At the command, these selected elite soldiers quickly took their positions on the transport plane.
"Brother Song, let's go."
At the Central United District's landing field, Miao Luo opened the cabin door of the Dongsheng Co-management's aircraft, speaking very politely.
Song Muyuan raised his hand, watching as his selected soldiers had all entered the transport plane, then he said, "Mayor Miao, please don't address me like that in the future. Just call me Commander Song. After all, everyone here should understand that overly familiar terms of endearment can lead to misunderstandings."
"Yes, yes, Commander Song. Please come aboard, we'll be going first."
Song Muyuan looked at him, shook his head, and said, "No need. We have our own plane. You just lead the way later."
