anwhile, in a stony hollow to the east of the town.
A 15-person ard squad disguised as governnt troops was regrouping.
Apart from the three on lookout, everyone was sleeping on the ground, but their firearms were never out of reach.
"Captain!"
Chu Tian opened his eyes and instinctively gripped his automatic rifle.
"Captain! An urgent piece of intelligence has co in from above!" said a team mber in a hushed voice amidst the darkness.
"Speak!"
"According to the latest intelligence we’ve acquired, our target is currently stationed in Harasta Town to the west."
Chu Tian perked up at this news.
"Harasta Town? That’s barely more than an hour’s journey away. Wake everyone up; we leave imdiately!"
...
Two hours later, under the cover of night, fifteen mbers of the Dragon Hunting Team reached the outskirts of the town.
From here, they could see the lights at the town’s centre.
"There sure are a lot of them. Judging by the vehicles and the range of their activities, there are at least 150 ard people here."
Chu Tian, using military binoculars, closely observed the enemy’s location.
His extensive experience allowed him to quickly estimate the rough size of the enemy force.
"150 people?!" exclaid a teammate, startled.
"Didn’t the intel say there were only seventy or eighty of them? How did it double all of a sudden?"
"There’s no such thing as unchanging intelligence. I estimate that they’ve likely absorbed so of the recently defeated rebels, swelling their numbers," Chu Tian guessed.
"So what do we do? The enemy outnumbers us more than ten to one. Do we need to request reinforcents?"
Chu Tian thought for a mont and shook his head. "It’s too late for that."
"Based on their previous patterns of movent, they never stay in one place for more than a day, which ans they will definitely pack up and leave tomorrow morning.
Given their previous marching route, I analyze that they will most likely attempt an escape to the west into Lebanon.
Even if they don’t, once they retreat to the rebel-controlled rear areas for rest and reorganization, the dangers for a small unit like ours trying to infiltrate will skyrocket.
This ans the longer we wait to act, the higher the risk.
So... we only have this one chance!"
"Captain, are you saying we fight today?"
"Yeah! Fight!" Chu Tian declared decisively, brimming with the bravery of an expert.
"Hey! It’s been a while since we’ve had such an exciting battle. Captain, how do we fight?"
The teammates, facing an enemy ten tis their number, showed no fear, but were rather eager for the challenge.
"Engaging in battle during the day, given the disparity in numbers, would only put us at a greater disadvantage.
Therefore, a night raid is our best option!
Even if the night raid fails, we can use the darkness to make a temporary retreat...
Xiao Liu, you take two people and approach from the southeastern corner of the town, first eliminating the closest sentry post. The sniper needs to watch out for any concealed sentries...
Northeast Tiger, the mont our stealth approach is blown, imdiately take out their heavy firepower positions. Heizi, you’re in charge of observation and cover..."
...
In the ng family courtyard.
"Tsk! Student Yan Weiwei, where can I possibly find space to stick this? The back of your head is almost completely covered..."
ng Lang held a paper strip, looking at Yan Weiwei, who was covered in strips of paper like a Soul Summoning Banner with only her eyes showing, struggling to find a spot for it.
Rural nightlife is scarce, and the infrastructure of the village is not well-developed, with visibility dropping to nil just a few dozen ters from one’s doorstep.
So the defeated Yan Weiwei foolishly suggested continuing to play Dou Dizhu.
And to make it worse... it was the kind with punishnts...
And then... she was covered with them.
"Ah~ this is too much! Even if it’s you guys, why can’t I beat Xiao Yu?!" Yan Weiwei cried out in frustration.
At this mont, everyone’s faces were adorned with more or fewer paper strips, aside from Yan Weiwei’s miserable state; Lin Haitang and ng Lang also had seven or eight on their faces.
In contrast, Xiao Yu, who had only just learned to play that day, had the fewest strips on her face.
"Hehe!" Xiao Yu wiggled the paper strip on her forehead, "Because this ga is very simple!"
ng Lang glanced at Xiao Yu.
You may have lost to us because of experience, but losing to Xiao Yu is purely a matter of intelligence...
Even he couldn’t help but marvel at Xiao Yu’s mory and quick grasp of the ga.
She had managed to learn how to count cards in just an afternoon’s ti!
Physically fit, highly intelligent, it seed there was nothing she wasn’t good at.
The more ti ng Lang spent with Xiao Yu, the more he felt.
Compared to himself, Xiao Yu seed more like the "savior template"...
"Alright, Weiwei, it’s getting late; let’s wrap it up for today," Lin Haitang said, shaking her head helplessly.
"No way! Who leaves right after winning? Let’s battle until dawn!"
ng Lang rolled his eyes, stood up, and patted Xiao Yu on the head.
"You might not need sleep, but Xiao Yu does!
Now is a crucial ti for a child’s intellectual developnt; adequate sleep is essential for healthy growth. Experts say that elentary school children need at least 10 hours of sleep every day.
"Look at it one way, this is about Xiao Yu’s personal health and growth; but in the grander sche of things, it’s an issue related to the future of the Human Destiny Community!"
"Hmph! If you don’t want to play, then don’t, but bringing up the Human Destiny Community... Oh! So playing Fight the Landlord is holding back the progress of humanity, huh?"
Yan Weiwei pouted her lips.
Yep! Spot on!
"Ahem! Then everyone should go to sleep early! I’ll be in the next room. If you need anything, just co and find ."
"Mmm! Uncle, good night!"
It wasn’t until ng Lang had left that Lin Haitang touched her face sowhat quizzically.
If you’re going to bed early, then just go to bed—why were you staring at just now?
Did I miss a piece of paper on my face?
...
"Hey! Seems like they’re heading back to their rooms to rest!"
Downstairs, Yang Hui had been listening for any sounds coming from upstairs. When the playful noises gradually died out, she poked Mr. ng’s arm.
"Let them rest if they’re going to rest; you make it seem like you’re eavesdropping," Mr. ng said casually while playing Candy Crush.
"Go away!" Yang Hui shot him a glance, feeling sowhat vexed.
"You see, with Xiao Lang bringing one girl back, we would’ve got the hint, right? But he had to bring two, and they both seem to get along well with him.
And he wants to see which one is interested in him? How am I supposed to know that!"
Mr. ng looked up at his wife and said, "Leave the young people to sort it out themselves. Don’t interfere needlessly. I’m telling you, the waters run deep here!"
"Hm? From what you’re saying, it seems like you know sothing," Yang Hui said suspiciously, eyeing Mr. ng.
"Ahem! I just know that Weiwei’s family must be no small deal!" Mr. ng whispered conspiratorially.
"Do you know what year that bottle of Moutai they brought was from? Its market value... could cover our family’s expenses for a whole year. I was so scared that I didn’t dare to drink much of it!"
"What? It’s that expensive?" Yang Hui gasped, then pondered for a mont.
"Right! No wonder Weiwei looked a bit clumsy when she was helping just now; she definitely doesn’t seem like soone who does household chores often."
It seed she had just thought of sothing else, and suddenly she glared at Mr. ng.
"Hey! Don’t tell you’re tempted just because you see money, thinking they’re rich folks?"
Mr. ng rolled his eyes, "If it’s about being tempted by money, you should talk to your son, not !"
"Mmm... Although Weiwei is also pretty good, Haitang seems more like soone who knows how to manage daily life, and she’s a lawyer, career-driven as well..."
Yang Hui imdiately fell into a blissful conundrum, looking a bit conflicted.
"Hey! Help figure this out, which of them is better?"
"Figure out what? Regardless of whom he chooses, my ng family can’t lose! Heh heh!"
Mmm! Seems... that’s actually the case?
Yang Hui laughed as well.
So she quickly let go of the quandary over who to choose, and began to think about how to make them stay for a couple more days to give a good assist.
Mmm! And in the anti, enjoy the pleasure of having a daughter around.
Xiao Yu was just so lovable...
But...
"I feel like I’ve seen her sowhere before..."
...
The second-floor room.
After closing the door behind him, ng Lang hesitated for a long while...
So this door... should I lock it or not?
According to the description in "Love Song," the precise ti for ’people eting after dusk’ should be the second day after returning ho.
There at least needed to be a sweet scene of ’entwined fingers’ yet...
But now that I’ve disrupted the future, what if Lin Haitang decides to get straight to the point?
Sigh! Just go with the flow...
After all, I usually don’t lock the door when I sleep...
Ti passed bit by bit until silence pervaded, accompanied only by the chirping of insects, and sleep still eluded !
"Sigh!"
There’s a kind of staying up late that’s filled with anticipation in the heart...
I might as well get up and turn on the desk lamp.
Between Damascus and Country Hua, there’s about a 5-hour ti difference. Looking at the clock, it seed that the battle there was about to start...
Whether it’s on the battlefield or the field of love, in this mont I desperately need my brothers to use their vast experience and wisdom to help strategize...
He pulled out the book.
There, on the sowhat yellowed cover, four ancient and powerful characters sprang forth—
"ngzi’s Art of War"!
Mmm...
ng Lang’s mouth twitched.
Okay! I did ask you guys to help strategize, but I didn’t ask you to produce an actual military treatise...
First, there was "ng’s Spring and Autumn Annals," and now "ngzi’s Art of War." Do you want all the famous people from the Spring and Autumn and Warring States Periods to have ng as their surna?
I just hope that with such a ’grand’ title, the contents aren’t all style and no substance...
While ng Lang critiqued himself, he slowly turned the pages of the book.
"[The art of war is this: do not depend on the enemy not coming, but rely on our own readiness to receive him; not on the chance of his not attacking, but rather on the fact that we have made our position unassailable...]"
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