Jiang Chen did not have time to chat with Zhuo Guoping. There was still a lot of things he had to review.
After the USS Obama sunk, the radio communication between Pan-Asia and the West Coast of North America had returned to normal.
After he arrived in the command post, he immediately held a combat meeting. All officers above the rank of the expeditionary battalion commander appeared in the meeting room. Even Han Junhua, who was far away at the General Staff Headquarters, attended the meeting through holographic imaging.
"Based on the intelligence that Governor Zhou brought back, our people were sent to Panama as slaves. Although our enemies have been destroyed by the weather weapon, our compatriots are still waiting for us to take them home!" Jiang Chen's right hand clenched into a tight fist as he smashed down hard against the table. In an authoritative and fierce voice, he ordered, "Li Wang, on my order."
