"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-"
At the command post of the second line of defense of the US military, a sharp and clear phone ring rang. Adjutant Thomas, who was sitting not far away and resting with his eyes squinted on the chair, was instantly frightened and woke up.
Although the first line of defense of the US military was in full swing, the second line of defense was quiet as if on vacation, so it was no wonder that Thomas felt bored and took a rest.
"Oh, damn, why did it take so long? Haydn, is anyone else here?"
As soon as Thomas picked up the phone, he heard the voice of the commander of the US military's first line of defense coming from the other end. He didn't dare to neglect, and even his body was stunned.
"Sir, I am Adjutant Thomas. General Hayden is currently busy with official duties and is unable to answer the phone. I can pass the message on to you. What instructions do you have?"
Adjutant Thomas hesitated for two seconds with some embarrassment, and then tried to express his apology in the gentlest tone, for fear of being angry on the other end of the phone.
After all, based on Adjutant Thomas’ knowledge, General Hayden at this time is probably still comforting Korean women somewhere and understanding the sentiments of the people. Although this kind of thing is normal for the US military, it is always a bit embarrassing to say it directly. .
"Call him over now. I have urgent military information to convey to him. If it is delayed, can you, an adjutant, bear it?"
Alex, the commander of the first line of defense of the US military, is holding the phone tightly in his left hand. The flesh in his palm is slightly white from the excessive force, which shows his current dissatisfaction.
It's not that Commander Alex is really worried about the threat posed by the 7th Interpenetrating Company. In fact, he doesn't pay much attention to Wu Qianli and the others at all.
After all, this Peninsula War had just started, and they still had a lot of subconscious contempt for the Volunteer Army, and they didn't think that this small force could cause much trouble.
However, as a commander with a higher military rank, while he was fighting life and death in the front, the commander of the second line of defense in the rear was busy having fun. A normal person would feel uncomfortable inside.
"Yes, sir!"
As soon as Adjutant Thomas heard the call, the tone on the other end was not right. He agreed very wisely and did not dare to use more reasons to defend. Instead, he hurried to the "office" where the US military commander Hayden was alone.
Arriving at the door of the room where the leak was collected, Adjutant Thomas did pause a little hesitantly. Hearing the breathing and some strange sounds inside, he hesitated for a while, but finally gritted his teeth and knocked on the door.
The sound inside instantly became quieter, but there was still no response. Adjutant Thomas simply bit the bullet and increased his strength, but he never thought that the door would be opened by him.
"You bastard, didn't I tell you before? You are not allowed to come in unless there are any special circumstances."
When Commander Haydn came out angrily, he shouted at Thomas in a low and angry voice, and stretched out his hand to slap Thomas on the face.
No wonder Commander Haydn was so angry. As a general, if he was accidentally made unable to raise troops by his subordinates, then he might even have the intention to kill Thomas.
When the continuous snapping sound stopped, Adjutant Thomas's face was swollen like a pig's head, and Commander Hayden's hands were numb from the reaction of the slap in the face.
"Tell me, why are you in such a hurry to find me?"
Commander Haydn, who was tired from the beating, simply put his hands on his knees and asked with a slight breath.
"It's not me who is reporting to you, sir. It's Commander Alex of the first line of defense who said that he has urgent military information that must be delivered to you personally. I am innocent."
Adjutant Thomas rubbed his red and swollen face and whispered a little aggrievedly.
However, Commander Haydn just glanced at him and snorted coldly. He walked quickly to the headquarters and picked up the phone.
"I am Haydn, commander of the second line of defense. I have just been busy with official duties. I am very sorry. Please tell me if you have any urgent military information that you need to convey to me. I will make sure to take note of it."
Haydn picked up the phone and said some polite words, but his tone was obviously still a little unhappy. After all, his comfortable life and good things were suddenly broken by this bastard.
"We have received intelligence that a volunteer force has penetrated towards your second line of defense. Please be careful not to be penetrated by them."
Commander Alex waited for a long time and had to accept Haydn's bad tone. Although he was not angry at all, he could only take a deep breath to calm down and then warned Haydn.
"Don't worry, Alex, I'll take good care of it, that's all."
Haydn paused for two seconds, then hung up the phone, and then showed a rather disdainful expression on his face.
"With just those volunteers wearing rags and holding fire sticks, even if they infiltrate, how much trouble they can cause."
Commander Haydn smiled rather disapprovingly and said.
If there weren't so many people in the headquarters, he almost wanted to say that with so much firepower and troops on the first line of defense, how could the volunteers be allowed to infiltrate? It was simply incompetent.
"Pass the order to keep the troops in each position on alert, always pay attention to the movement of volunteers, and be sure to strictly block it."
Commander Haydn thought for a while and decided to buy someone else's face. Anyway, he was not needed for the actual execution. It was just a matter of one sentence.
"Yes, sir!"
The corresponding personnel in the headquarters immediately agreed, and soon all positions received such an order.
However, most of the officers in the position still ignored him, just smiled disdainfully, and continued their comfortable life.
This is the case for the U.S. battalion commander at Position 13. I don’t know how many times today he invited a few officers to drink red wine in a simple place in the position.
However, the only things that went with the wine were some tired cans of luncheon meat and soybeans. The extremely cold weather had even frozen the food in these cans into a solid piece.
"Oh, damn it, the weather is getting colder and colder, and the snow is falling a lot. I don't see a single shadow of the volunteers."
Locke, the U.S. battalion commander, looked at the clumped canned food and suddenly lost interest. Thinking of the military order just issued by his superiors, he became even more upset. He simply smoked the cigarette in his hand and complained slowly.
"That's right. If volunteers really come, we can have some fun by opening fire. But judging from the condition of the first line of defense, not even a mosquito can fly over."
Cameron, the deputy battalion commander of the US Army, nodded in agreement. The flickering cigarette butt in his hand was the only comfort to his soul.
It's not that they are arrogant. After the end of World War II, the comprehensive strength of their US military was clearly the world's largest army. How could they value the military strength of an agricultural country? However, such a marriage also made them pay a heavy price later.
"I must have seen it wrong, there seems to be an army approaching us in the distance."
Cameron, the deputy battalion commander of the US Army, took a long puff of cigarette and glanced at the distance filled with smoke and heavy snow, and seemed to see the figure of the army.
"Oh, don't panic, there is indeed a broken team that is going to pass us."
Battalion Commander Locke didn't even put out his cigarette butts and led him directly to the checkpoint. He had already received intelligence that troops would pass through, so he didn't have much vigilance at all.
On the other side, the 7th Intersecting Company, which was slowly approaching the US military position, had their hearts in their throats. Their military spurs were hidden in their sleeves, and they could be taken out directly if there was any abnormal movement.
Wu Qianli breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at the US military positions getting closer and closer in front of him. On the way, he even explained how to break through the US military position blockade with maximum firepower and speed if he was exposed and gunshots rang out.
"Oh, God, I must have been a serial killer in my previous life, otherwise how could I have fallen into this situation."
Jackson, who was captured by the 7th Interleaving Company, was so nervous that his legs were weak, but he still had to walk forward slowly. In fact, he was probably the only one who was most nervous and afraid.
After all, Wu Qianli and the others only had to worry about whether they could get through smoothly, but he had to pray that after they got through smoothly, the 7th Interpenetrating Company would let him go.
"Stop, stop advancing immediately, unit number, and slogan!"
Locke, the US battalion commander, threw the nearly finished cigarette on the snow, yawned, and asked nonchalantly.
In his mind, he just went through these simple procedures, and then went back to rest after being released.
But Battalion Commander Locke saw that the troops in front were not only slow to respond, but also silent for a long time. A trace of suspicion flashed in his eyes, and he narrowed his eyes and looked at the troops.
It turned out that the seventh interleaved company did not understand English at all, so they only stopped under the guidance of Wu Qianli's gestures, and seemed to be a little slow to react.
As for the serial numbers and slogans, Wu Qianli frowned and searched briefly for the U.S. military rewarded by the system. The second line of defense intelligence found the relevant information. Just a second before Battalion Commander Locke was about to order a search, Wu Qianli successfully retrieved it. What was asked was stated.
"Oh, what happened to the battalion commander? Is there something wrong with them?"
Cameron, the deputy battalion commander of the US Army, was also bored. At some point he walked up to Battalion Commander Locke and asked him softly.
"The number and password match, and there seems to be no problem, but I always feel something is unusual."
Perhaps because he suddenly remembered the warning order issued by the command, Battalion Commander Locke was a little suspicious and did not immediately let him go.
In the regional insertion company, Jackson at the front saw that the US battalion commander Locke suddenly became quiet and thought he had been discovered.
The extreme nervousness almost made his legs weak and he fell to the ground. If Wu Qianli's bayonet hadn't been used to cheer him up behind his back, he might have become a flaw in the Seventh Interpenetration Company.
"It's snowy and extremely cold now. Logically speaking, you should have postponed your arrival. How come it's earlier than scheduled?"
"And what specific mission did you perform? Did you encounter any volunteers on the way?"
Battalion Commander Locke, partly out of vigilance and partly out of boredom, directly asked a few questions to the 7th Interleaving Company.
Wu Qianli glanced at Jackson, who had turned pale with fright, and couldn't help but sigh. It seemed that he had to do it himself.
However, these things are indeed not easy to compile. It is really difficult to face the wary US military officers.
"Use the god-level persuasiveness experience card."
Wu Qianli first recited silently in his heart, and then received the response that the system experience card was activated. Suddenly Wu Qianli felt that his brain was a little clearer, and the vocal cords in his throat became a little lubricated.
When he stated his reasons in fluent English and with an authentic accent, his magnetic voice seemed to have a subtle charm that made people nod in agreement.
But when it came to answering the specific tasks they actually performed, Wu Qianli's words pulled Battalion Commander Locke out of the charm of this new persuasion.
"The mission we are going to perform is secret. You have no right to know. If you really need it, you can report it to the Eastern Front High Command."
Wu Qianli's rather cold and stern words at this moment made Battalion Commander Locke a little unhappy, but after he thought for a moment, he nodded slightly.
No matter where he passed by a position, he told him what mission he was going to perform. In this case, the officer would definitely be sent to a military court to receive military punishment.
So it was a good thing that Wu Qianli didn't casually make up a mission to tell him, otherwise he would have become more vigilant and directly asked his men to surround this suspicious troop.
While Battalion Commander Locke was contemplating, Yu Congrong looked at Lei Gong aside, obviously hesitating whether to make preparations for the battle in advance.
After all, he couldn't understand the English that Wu Qianli and Battalion Commander Locke were talking about, but he could still feel the sudden change in the atmosphere.
Covered by the flying snow, some people quietly raised their submachine guns, and it might not be easy to be discovered. Only in a real fight can they gain an advantage.
However, after Lei Gong understood what Yu Congrong meant, he shook his head slightly. He did not want to add risks to the seventh interleaving company in terms of details at this time. With his trust in Wu Qianli, it should be successful.
"Let go!"
Sure enough, after some weighing, Battalion Commander Locke waved his hand and ordered the troops to be released this time.
In this way, the Seventh Interleaving Company, led by Wu Qianli, successfully pretended to pass through the opening opened by the US military, and the stone in the hearts of Wu Qianli, Mei Sheng and others finally fell.
Although they are not afraid of fighting a breakout battle and then hiding in the heavy snow, being able to get through without bloodshed is obviously the best outcome.
After being released, the soldiers of the 7th Interleaving Company had just passed part of the way. Locke, the US battalion commander who originally planned to go back to the place where he was drinking red wine, looked back at the unit again.
Frost and snow particles hung on their faces, making it difficult to see clearly from a distance. There seemed to be nothing wrong with their US military uniforms and standard guns, but Battalion Commander Locke always felt that something was wrong.
In fact, it is because of the racial differences between the 7th Interspersed Company and the US military, which resulted in different heights, making them appear slightly shorter. In addition, the number of people was much larger than the intelligence received by the US military, so at first glance they looked a little bit... Something is wrong.
But fortunately, Battalion Commander Locke didn't think too much about it. Within two seconds, his brows widened and he smiled to himself, wondering why he suddenly became so timid, and walked back to the original place.
"Cameron, please tell your soldiers not to be too lazy, but to be more energetic, and send out more sentries."
"Oh, by the way, the sentries sent out this morning asked them to come over and tell me about the situation, just as a favor to General Haydn."
In order to eliminate the slightly worried feeling in his heart, Battalion Commander Locke said these words to his subordinates.
Anyway, it is the people below who actually implement it. For their officers, it is just a matter of one sentence.
"Okay, sir, I'm going to call the pair of sentries here now so that our battalion commander can stop worrying."
One of the lowest-ranking US military officers present stood up very wisely, made a half-joking joke, and hurried away.
However, just when Cameron, the others, and Battalion Commander Locke returned to their usual lazy state, the officer who went out ran back quite seriously. Everyone felt that the atmosphere was not right, and they all looked at him. .
"Sir, something is not right. That team of sentries is captained by my sergeant James. He is never late when returning to the team. However, this time he has not returned yet. Maybe..."
The U.S. military officer did not say any more midway through his words. Instead, he sighed. Everyone understood what he meant and turned their attention to Battalion Commander Locke.
Battalion Commander Locke was stunned for two seconds. The sentries sent from each position had their own range, and if the sentries sent from their position were killed by the volunteers, it meant that the volunteers were definitely not too far away from their positions.
When Battalion Commander Locke thought of this, he immediately thought of the suspicious troop just now. He immediately stood up suddenly after figuring out their number of people and the difference in their height.
"Oh, my battalion commander, maybe you don't need to be too excited. Maybe Sergeant James accidentally got lost in the snow this time, so he came back a little late."
Deputy Battalion Commander Cameron saw that there seemed to be something wrong with Battalion Commander Roko's face, and quickly patted him on the back and comforted him.
"No, I'm definitely not making a fuss. How much did the unit just let go?"
"If you don't want to take the risk of going to a military court, send someone immediately to stop them and never let them run away!"
As Battalion Commander Locke said this, he simply ran towards the original checkpoint. The officers just looked at each other and started taking action.
"No, it seems that the American devils are already alert."
Wu Qianli looked at the 7th interleaving company that had not yet completely passed and the US military position that was in a bit of chaos at the moment, with a hint of fierceness in his eyes.
