bestfiction Chapter 401 New Orders, Special Team
Chapter 401 New Orders, Special Team
As soon as these words were spoken, the dark space erupted in a cacophony of voices.
More voices joined in: some were toddlers just learning to speak, some were lively teenagers, and some were spirited young adults...
"At its most obvious, superficial, and direct, their goal is probably to injure us," the youngest voice spoke first. "What grudge do we have against the 135th Battalion? Are they really bad guys?"
A child immediately chimed in.
"Were they hired by our enemies? Were they hired by the enemy of our battalion? Were they relatives of someone we offended during the Pingtung War, or were they seeking revenge?"
Immediately afterwards, a teenager offered his prediction for the next stage.
"Our injuries have the most direct impact on the battalion's high-end combat capabilities, making it impossible to monitor the entire battalion's movements. Our camp may be infiltrated by the enemy, and the possibility of our defenses being completely breached by a surprise attack has greatly increased. With the entire battalion's attention focused on the medical area, defenses in other areas will be lax, patrols will decrease, warehouses may be burglarized, and important intelligence may be stolen..."
More people participated in the discussion.
"The injury to a high-ranking combatant has a secondary direct impact, severely damaging our battalion's prestige. It may be due to jealousy and revenge stemming from the inclusion of the Rainbow Squad in our battalion..."
"A significant indirect impact: the likelihood of completing subsequent tasks assigned by higher authorities..."
"Secondary indirect effects..."
In the darkness, the perception of time becomes blurred, and the perception of space fails, as if one is outside of time and space.
Of course, no conclusions will be reached here, since there is only speculation, endless speculation.
The pressure was mounting, and the battalion commander knew it was time to stop.
His whole body trembled, and he suddenly retreated from the dark space, or rather, the dark space around him withdrew.
To outsiders, it appeared as if a black cloud had enveloped his head, and was now gradually dissipating, as if it were alive, gathering in his palm. Only when it flowed in like liquid could the transparent sphere in his hand become visible.
The dark cloud shrunk obediently in his palm. At this moment, large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and dripped down like a torrential rain, as if the sweat that had been accumulating for an hour during intense exercise was flowing out all at once.
"So? Have you reached a conclusion?"
"Maintain the status quo. Immediately remove all enhanced protection measures and keep the camp operating as before."
He issued a series of orders, which can be summarized as follows: vice-captains should be used as captains, outstanding cultivators should be used as vice-captains, women should be used as men, men should be used as livestock, livestock should be used as machines, and machines should be used as sacred objects.
He will serve as a guard, protecting this medical area at all times.
When the order was given, everyone didn't understand it, but after hesitating for a moment, they still did it, only their vigilance was much higher than before.
The efficiency of the entire camp has increased significantly.
Without the captains' incompetent commands, and most importantly, without the strange new tasks, everyone just followed the routine and did their usual work. With everyone on edge, the entire camp started operating efficiently.
Under the best and most perfect system, even if the highest command level is hidden, the entire system can operate perfectly.
In addition, the battalion commander summoned the deputy captains of the guard team.
Of course, Zhong Ming was an exception. When he was called, the workers had just finished training. Everyone had been under a lot of pressure during this period, and the rest time after training was a rare time to relax. They gathered together to eat some fruit and snacks, chatting and resting at the same time.
Zhong Ming wasn't supposed to eat, but as soon as he heard the battalion commander call him, he immediately made a fruit basket out of the fruit on the table, put some spirit stones underneath, and carried it over.
The largest tent at the very center of the medical team's camp.
Zhong Ming crossed numerous restrictions, carefully following the route set up by the formation, and finally jumped into the "temporary meeting room".
There were nearly ten people inside, all leaders of various types of garrison troops gathered together.
"Alright, the last one has arrived, let's begin."
Zhong Ming felt a little embarrassed and sat down at the back with a sullen expression. His cultivation level wasn't an issue, as everyone here was in the late stage of Qi Refining, and those in the Foundation Establishment stage were all lying down.
"Our defenses will remain as they are, to mislead the unknown enemy." The battalion commander spoke with great confidence, "to make them think that those bastards from the 135th Battalion didn't really fight to the death and that we'll recover quickly."
"Commander, what if they really launch another attack?"
"There's a saying that the squeaky wheel gets the grease." The battalion commander was indeed speaking here, but his fingers were trembling incessantly. Upon closer inspection, extremely fine spiritual energy threads were connected to his hands, directly linking to the paper and pen behind him.
This is a technique for manipulating paper dolls, but our battalion commander is clearly no longer bound by fixed usage. He directly manipulates the paper and pen to keep writing "protest letters" and "report letters." The letters fly up like snowflakes, heading towards headquarters, creating a thorough and saturated "protest," a bombardment of junk messages.
"The other battalions are closing in on us. They are already within the territory of Cliff City, and some of the city's defenses will also move towards us. The several units will be linked together like chains, and moving one will affect the whole situation."
"Commander, what if they actually want us to do that?"
"If they have that kind of power, why would they need to resort to such despicable methods?"
He appeared incredibly confident in this regard.
Until Zhong Ming spoke.
"What if, like the barrel explosion incident, there's a massive explosion? Wouldn't that wipe out several battalions at once?"
The battalion commander's face became extremely "warm," and he even raised his hands as if to clap, but then put them down because he was handling the pen and paper.
"Very good! Our Captain Cuihong has volunteered to lead the special response team jointly established by the maintenance group and the escort team, taking on the arduous task of inspecting every shell every day to ensure there are no problems!"
Zhong Ming: ......
"How many people are in my group?"
"How many people are both part of the maintenance team and the security team?"
"...Me...Me?"
"Yes, as you can see, you're the only one who meets the criteria."
Zhong Ming vowed to keep quiet as much as possible from now on and never say another word.