Chapter 1071 - 385: To Live Is to See the Scenery You Wish For!

"What?!"

"Only ten minutes?!"

"This... How is this enough?!"

Upon hearing these words, the crowd of reporters at the edge of the square erupted like a pot boiling over.

Everyone’s face was filled with disbelief and unprepared bewilderment.

They had witnessed too many pre-departure interview ceremonies.

Federation’s various military contingents, Great Wall’s rotating troops, and even some large mercenary corps.

Before heading out, they would notify the media one or two days in advance, sometimes even longer, arrange the process, and prepare press releases.

There would even be rehearsals to ensure the scenes captured were passionate and inspiring enough.

Reporters usually just had to ask some innocuous questions, with prepared answers at the organizer’s request.

Take specific angle shots, poses in photos, and videos.

Then cooperate in writing an expedition news piece filled with conviction for victory.

But this time?

The notice from City of Dawn came extremely hastily, almost letting reporters in right at the point of departure.

No prior communication, no process arrangement, and no so-called coordinated performance.

Although the reporters murmured in their hearts, they also understood.

After all, it is Dawn, and it’s Fang Qingyu’s army, which has always been unique in doing things, efficiency above everything.

Everyone was calculating in their minds that when the interview starts later, they must think carefully.

To ask truly valuable questions.

After all, this concerns the Arctic Front, concerns the life and death of the Human Race and Life Ghosts in war.

Even a bit of information could affect the confidence of countless people at the rear.

Being cautious can’t go wrong.

But they never expected...

No prior agreements or coordination was one thing.

But then Wei Banmeng directly announced.

Only 10 minutes of interview time left.

Now, all the reporters couldn’t sit still.

"Captain Wei! Captain Wei!"

A male reporter with thick glasses, sitting closest, almost reflexively shouted first.

"Could you tell us about Captain Fang’s current situation?! Is he personally leading the expedition?! How’s his physical condition?!"

This was the concern at the bottom of everyone’s heart. Fang Qingyu was the spirit of Dawn.

He was currently the most prominent banner of the Human Race in the Arctic.

His status directly related to the success or failure of this expedition.

His question was like lighting a fuse.

"Captain Wei, Dawn’s mobilization this time is so high; it’s almost the entire force. The whole world is thrilled, and praise is loud. Captain Wei, what do you think?! Could you say a few encouraging words to the eagerly awaiting people at the rear on behalf of Dawn?!"

A female reporter in a red sports coat, appearing very capable, immediately followed up, speaking extremely fast.

She tried to guide Wei Banmeng to make some official statements.

This was the safest and most likely to produce a press release.

"Captain Wei! The Federations’ various contingents have successively departed by yesterday and this morning! Will the Dawn Army join forces with the Federation’s at some point to fight together, or will it operate independently?!"

An experienced old reporter with gray hair calmly asked.

Trying to clarify strategic-level key information.

"Captain Wei! Currently, is Fang the only Tier Four combat power in Dawn, or are there others who’ve joined?!"

A young reporter with a baseball cap shouted urgently.

This pertains to the evaluation of Dawn’s top-level power, which is one of the core indicators of its battlefield influence.

"..."

The questions surged like a breach in the dam.

Almost entirely unordered.

Massed arms were raised, and shouts of voices came wave after wave.

A question that wasn’t acknowledged after being asked a few times made the questioner feel maybe it wasn’t loud enough, Captain Wei didn’t hear clearly.

So they hollered even harder, trying to drown out the voices of surrounding peers...

Wei Banmeng’s brow furrowed subtly.

A clear trace of helplessness flashed in her cold eyes.

What kind of questions are these?

Qingzi’s physical condition, personal power level, the trump card of Dawn...

Are these secrets something you can ask?

Details of joint operations, strategic deployments, can these be talked about in front of so many cameras?

As for those asking for grand talking points, ceremonial fanfare...

She could only feel a wave of irritation surge within.

As expected, what Qingzi wouldn’t do... whether it’s tiring or not.

But it’s definitely a hard job.

Amongst a cacophonous and piercing sea of noise, Wei Banmeng’s gaze slowly descended into calmness.

She didn’t speak, just slightly rotated her neck.

Her gaze slowly swept over the faces of each excitedly shouting reporter below the stage.

Just being swept over by this gaze, the voices of a few particularly loud reporters came to an abrupt halt.

The chaotic ripples subsided with astonishing speed.

"Uh... Captain Wei, will... will the Dawn have a departure ceremony?"

In this stifling silence, a clear, nervous female voice forcibly steadied itself and cautiously sounded.

A slender, fair arm.

Not very noticeable, striving to be raised high in the crowd.

It was Hua Jing.

Today, she wore a fitted deep blue cold-proof jacket, overlaid with a vest emblazoned with Arctic Front News Agency insignia, a press pass hung around her neck, and a fur hat on her head.

Trying hard to dress like a standard war correspondent.

However, the instant Wei Banmeng’s icy gaze focused on her...

Hua Jing felt a chill rush from her feet straight to the top of her head.