From cannon fodder to sweeping across thousands of stars.

Chapter 485: It’s nice to take shelter under a big tree?
When Franklin finished communicating with the intelligence officer, Eleanor looked at the man with a worried look on his face and walked forward to ask with concern:
"Franklin, are you okay? Is the problem serious?"

While speaking, Eleanor took off her tactical gloves and disconnected the hand support of the combat exoskeleton, then walked behind Franklin and gently massaged his temples.

"I'm fine Eleanor."

Looking at the girl beside him, a hint of tenderness flashed across Franklin's eyes, which was then quickly replaced by seriousness.

"The intelligence staff has obtained the identity information of 'General Lampard' and his troops. They are all troops that have received training from the Atlas Group's combat forces. Some of the special operations units are suspected to have been trained by the Atlas Training Team."

"Atlas Group?"

Eleanor's expression turned serious after hearing Franklin's words. Although she was not particularly good at military affairs, she had heard of Atlas's name even before coming to the Rubion galaxy.

The subsequent series of events, whether they happened in the Rubion galaxy or in other distant galaxies, left her with a deeper impression of the Atlas Group.

"I remember that Franklin, you are familiar with the actual controller of Atlas? I think his name is Mr. Rebill?" Eleanor asked with her head tilted.

"These are just rumors."

Franklin smiled self-deprecatingly and shook his head:

"What do you mean by 'close relationship'? I have only communicated with Mr. Rebir twice, just twice. And both my requests were rejected by him.

Perhaps in Mr. Rebir's view, he was only willing to talk to me a few more words because he wanted to have a chat with me.

When it comes to actually helping, I'm still not valuable enough for him to see."

"But Franklin, haven't you done it now?" Eleanor said to comfort him, "You have built such a large team on your own and controlled sixteen large and super-large cities. I believe that Mr. Rebir should have begun to pay attention to you now!"

"It's not enough. Just think about the scale of Atlas now. Compared with it, what I'm doing now can only be called a 'trivial' achievement."

There was a hint of loneliness in Franklin's words, but he quickly adjusted his mood - this is also one of his abilities. He can quickly adjust his mentality and emotions no matter what the circumstances. Otherwise, when he encountered difficulties many times, he would not be able to make the right decision with a clear mind.

"One day, I will impress Mr. Rebir. But for now, let's focus on the problem at hand."

Franklin gently squeezed Eleanor's hand, then let go and stood up. He then turned on the 'battle-hardened' battlefield holographic projection device and released a bird's-eye view.

"If the enemy has only received Atlas training and equipment, although the battle will be difficult and the casualties of the soldiers will be heavy, we can still win with the advantage of manpower."

As he spoke, Franklin marked out the large industrial parks and satellite cities controlled by General Lampard, and then continued:
"But the real problem is the special warfare units under General Lampard who have received training from the training team. The complex, dense and short-range environments of industrial parks and satellite cities are exactly the most suitable environment for them to perform. Believe me, Atlas's training team is more terrifying than you think and than the rumors outside. They are true masters of urban warfare.
Although we are only facing their 'students' now, as long as this 'General Lampard' reasonably allocates his elite units and lets them assist other regular troops in defense, it will be difficult for us to achieve results.

The previous attacks on enemy defensive positions have clearly demonstrated this point. When the offensive forces are blocked, these elite units often launch an attack, which will cause us considerable casualties and greatly affect our morale."

"Teaching Team," Eleanor muttered the name, "I remember there have been rumors in the team that you have a close relationship with Atlas' elite troops. When the coalition forces liberated Ptolemy City, it was because of your assistance that the progress was so smooth." "No, where did this rumor come from?" Franklin said with a bit of a smile: "If I really had that ability, would I be forced into this situation now?"
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"So is that guy Franklin related to the Atlas Group?"

In the control area of ​​the "Renaissance Alliance" under Franklin's command, in an unremarkable building room, several people whose faces could not be seen were quietly holding a meeting.

"Laurnell said that he saw Franklin and the man behind Atlas having a good chat at the celebration party of the autonomous government at that time." A middle-aged man with gloomy eyes spoke in a low voice, looking at another person in the corner of the room.

"Hey, Laurnell! Did you see clearly at that time? If you dare to lie to us, you know the consequences."

The middle-aged man's growl obviously startled the young man named Laurnell. He trembled all over. It was not until he found that the other people in the room were staring at him with unfriendly faces that he spoke cautiously and excitedly:

“God damn it, I swear everything I said is true! When I followed my father to the cocktail party, I really saw Franklin chatting with Mr. Rebir for a long time!

And throughout the entire night, the big boss of Atlas didn't have a serious conversation with anyone else!

Only Franklin, hell, I even saw that Mr. Rebir bring him a glass of champagne!"

The young man named Laurnell gesticulated as he described what he had seen, and it was obvious that he was very scared of the other people in the room.

"Alright, alright. Stop getting excited and just sit down!"

It was still the middle-aged man who spoke, and after hearing what he said, Laurnell obediently sat back in his original position, lowered his head and stopped talking.

The other people in the room looked at each other, and finally another person waved his hand and said, "Forget it, take this guy away."

Soon, two armed men who looked like soldiers took Laurnell out, and only these unidentified guys were left in the room.

"So you think what he said is true? The eldest son of Para Heavy Industries was indeed qualified to attend the celebration party at that time."

"It should be true. This kid's life and property are in our hands now. He won't dare to lie about this."

"By the way, does he know that his parents are dead? He doesn't think we are still holding these two food-wasting bastards hostage?"

"Oh, I forgot to tell him."

"Forget it, it's okay." The middle-aged man raised his hand to stop the topic. "Anyway, he will be reunited soon, so there's no need to talk about it."

"Then the next question is, to what extent did Franklin cooperate with the Atlas Group? Did he really assist the mysterious 'teaching team' in Ptolemy City and play such a big role in the recovery operation?"

(End of this chapter)