Jagged Changjin Lake: Kill the enemy and become stronger

Qiao Lin sighed silently, knowing that his actions against the First Cavalry Division had reached the most critical moment.

To be honest, so far, it has gone more smoothly than he could have imagined.

At first, he was determined to die against the First Cavalry Division.

But now, the enemy army has been consumed by more than half, and the Dark Blade is still complete, not one person is missing.

Although the foundation of the [-]st Cavalry Division will not be shaken with the presence of the [-] cavalry, the current situation is that the battlefield has been cleared.

If they fight again, the enemy can only send cavalry to appear on the stage.

By the way, what is the manual rewarded by the system today?

Qiao Lin suddenly remembered the reward issued by the system after the task was completed, and checked it through his consciousness.

What the hell is this?

Jolin was dumbfounded at the time.

Could it be that the system really doesn't have any rewards to offer, and is using this thing to fool people?

I have no plan to develop into a tailoring industry, so what use is this needlework skill for?

With disappointment and reluctance, he consulted the manual, and Qiao Lin found out.

The system is too bad.

It's clearly not worthy of the name, okay?

The title of the book is Handbook of Needlework Technique, and the content has nothing to do with needlework technique.

It's all about teaching people how to make some gadgets.

Chapter 280 Information from the Chief of Staff

For example, how to tan fur to make fur coats.

Another example is how to make the slingshot hit farther and more accurately.

Another example is the use of simple materials to make small paragliders.

Wait, wait, hundreds of small hand-made methods.

Qiao Lin has no doubt that if this handbook is handed over to elementary school students, it will definitely be popular.

It's a pity that my brother has passed the age of making toys by himself.

Flip through it hastily, close this manual, and put it in its original place intact.

I believe that it will not be long before it will be covered with dust and forgotten by myself.

It may be that the difficulty of the task directly determines the quality of the reward.

After Qiao Lin thought about it, this was the only possibility.

After all, today's battle was too smooth, even if there is no reward, it is justified.

What will be the next mission?Will it directly target the cavalry?

Qiao Lin began to study the relationship between several tasks, trying to guess the content of the next task.

The brightly lit barracks of the First Cavalry Division created a somewhat more tense atmosphere than usual.

A military-level unit, except for the three cavalry regiments, the rest of the troops have been sent out.

Two days and one night, no news came back.

Guy couldn't sit still anymore, he didn't know how many times he asked Samir: "Have you not contacted me yet?"

Summitt shook his head: "No, the signal went through, but there was no reply."

Guy's sad face was a little more sluggish.

He suddenly regretted it.

The decision I made impulsively may lead to serious consequences.

Can be contacted, but there is no response, there is only one possibility, the troops sent out are in trouble.

What kind of trouble it would be, he didn't want to think about it, let alone dare to think about it.

Thinking about it now, if after being attacked at the racecourse, he could report the incident as soon as possible, maybe he would only get a reprimand.

After all, only one cavalry battalion was lost, and the secrets here have not been affected.

But now, nearly 7000 troops are missing. I am afraid that no one can bear such a heavy responsibility except the one sitting at the Allied Command with a pipe in his mouth.

Hastily!

Guy got up and kept pacing back and forth.

At this moment, he no longer had the arrogance of the past, and sorrow had been engraved on his face.

He knew that if something happened to these soldiers, then the division commander would be finished.

Is it to report immediately and stop the loss in time, and hand over the changes here to the superiors to deal with?

Just wait and see if there will be any surprises.

Guy is very hesitant, because his future and even his life are at stake, he dare not make a decision lightly.

He was terrified, but he still held a trace of luck, always thinking that the development of the situation should not be too bad.

But the facts run counter to his ideas.

Sitting in the office can't solve the problem, Guy looked at Samir: "Take me to the communication room!"

Sounds like a joke, but it's true.

The barracks of the [-]st Cavalry Division had been built for a few months. In the early stage, each unit took turns to garrison, and later the whole division moved in. But until now, he, the division commander, did not know the location of the communication room.

"Keep calling on my behalf and demand an immediate response!"

Guy stood in front of the radio station and ordered the messenger to send the report immediately.

I sent it three times in a row, but there was no response.

Guy felt his legs go limp, and he had to hold onto the table to stay standing.

His shortness of breath and flustered eyes had already revealed his state of mind at the moment.

"Notify all serving officers of a meeting."

After a long silence, Guy gave the order.

He didn't know why he did this, but he had to do something now, otherwise he was worried that he would die here suddenly.

Soon, all the officers in the camp were gathered in the conference room. Except for the heads of cavalry regiments, battalions, and companies, the rest were from the staff.

After Samir introduced the current situation, Guy looked at the officers anxiously, even begging in his eyes, hoping that they could provide him with some help.

Unfortunately, everyone was silent.

It's not that they don't want to say it, there is really nothing to say.

All along, this division commander has a strong desire to control power. Since he became the division commander, he has held all the big and small affairs of the entire First Cavalry Division in his hands.

He is a veritable teacher, and the others are basically nothing.

"Ugh!"

Guy has no intention of cursing now, and can only express his helplessness with a sigh.

"Teacher."

Finally someone spoke up.

Guy looked up and followed the sound as if grasping for a life-saving straw.

It was a low-key staff officer in the staff department, so that Guy didn't even know his name.

At that moment, Guy desperately recalled, but was disappointed to find that he had no impression of this staff officer, and he couldn't even remember where he had seen him.

"Honey, if you have anything to say, just say it!"

But this does not hinder Guy's enthusiasm for him. It doesn't matter if you don't know the other person's name, a dear is enough to show his importance.

"If the facts are really as what Deputy Commander Samir said, I think the other side is likely to be the volunteer army, but what I am wondering is how did they come here?"

The little staff officer was very young, and seemed to enjoy the feeling of being valued by the teacher, so he stood up and said proudly.

The others looked contemptuous, they really didn't understand why he was so proud, could it be because the teacher called him dear?

Young man, wake up, when this teacher needs help, don't call me dear, it's okay to call you dad.

Some officers who knew Guy thought disdainfully.

The hope on Guy's face slowly receded. He thought he would get some advice, but unexpectedly, a question came up.

"Yeah, I'd like to know how they got here too."

Guy rolled his eyelids, said angrily, and motioned for the little staff officer to sit down.

"Master, you should know about this!"

Just when the atmosphere was a little awkward, George, the chief of staff of the staff department, suddenly spoke.

These words were like a blockbuster, directly detonating the entire meeting room. Except for George himself, everyone else looked at him in shock, full of puzzlement.

How did the teacher know this?

Guy's expression was more exaggerated than anyone else's, his mouth was open and his eyeballs were almost protruding.

He slowly raised his trembling right hand and pointed to his face: "George, you mean I know about this? Did I hear you right?"

"Of course not, Master, I gave you that information in person."

George said with certainty.

"Information? Information!"

Guy got up suddenly, didn't even realize he knocked over the water glass on the table, and stumbled out of the meeting room.

The rest of the officers looked at Guy's back in astonishment, not understanding why he lost his composure and left in the middle of the meeting. What happened?

After disappearing completely, they looked at George again and asked him one after another: "Chief of Staff, what information is it?"