Abyss Train

Chapter 779 Mission ⑩: Autumn Fairy Tale

Foreword:

History moves in contradictions.

— Nikolai Bukharin

"This survival knife is made in Yangjiang, and it costs 40 yuan." Regimental Commander Liu Zhicheng took the high ground and said to Sergeant Maguire: "The original one costs more than 700 yuan, and the workmanship of the scabbard and carrying strap is not as good as this fake one."

Maguire asked in confusion: "Made in Yangjiang?"

"It's just like the weird fake military products in Yiwu Small Commodity Market, but this knife..." Liu Zhicheng said so, and cut a piece of raw beef with a knife, dug out some mustard greens from the can, did some basic insect removal and put it into his mouth, and said incoherently: "- compared to the original 420 stainless steel, its hardness is also 59HRC, not much different."

"You must explain clearly where the money went."

Liu Zhicheng smiled and pulled out another teardrop-shaped stabbing knife from his waist.

"The coating of the original product is much better looking, without the greasy sheen, and the edge sharpening is also more sophisticated than that of the Yangjiang product."

"As a basic tool, our soldiers are very good at hands-on work, and we can save more than 600 yuan in military expenditure."

Maguire took a closer look and found that there was indeed not much difference between the two knives. Apart from the difference between the matte and glossy coating on the blade, the two knives felt the same and were equally smooth when used to cut beef.

"So where did the saved money go?" Dr. Maguire had just arrived at the battlefield and didn't understand the difficulties of the Organization Department. "Did the quartermaster embezzle it?"

"Hey! You asked a good question." Corps Commander Liu Zhicheng was about to explain in detail, but a sharp whistle was heard in the distance.

The veteran immediately alerted, crossed the blast-proof wall of the bunker, and jumped next to the SA-75 missile launcher.

At the same time, Maguire also saw two targets appearing in the sky. They were blood-giving monsters flying out from Moonshade City!

The Quick Blade Combined Brigade has arrived at the second city of the Tonghe River branch, which is also the transportation hub from Maling Township to Emao County. Under the command of Marshal Ke, the Canglang team led by Corps Commander Liu Zhicheng is going to carry out a siege and attack on this city. Just now, these two blood-feeding monsters were obviously enemy soldiers and cadres whose fighting will collapsed. They took advantage of the night and relied on their ability to fly to prepare to escape.

Friends who often launch missiles must know that the launch procedure of SA-75 is actually very simple.

"Open the antenna. High and low."

The radar vehicle's signal was broadcast from the workbench.

“Good location, good distance.”

Flame tails erupted, kerosene engines roared, and medium-range surface-to-air missiles flew out.

Its high-altitude killing radius is as full as 250 meters - for these two blood-giving monsters, in the weapon concept of "people in the world of immortal cultivation", this is a magical weapon that can destroy mountains and blow up rivers, and it is a powerful weapon beyond the scope of cognition.

In addition to the tracking and locking of the information corps company's radar vehicle, the SA-75's accompanying "Knife Rest" indication tracking and guidance radar has an operating range of kilometers, and can cooperate with each other to measure distance at two points to improve the missile's shooting accuracy.

A ball of scorching flame exploded in the air. The accompanying drones had been observing the posture of the missile. Before it was about to hit the airspace of the blood-donating unit, these observation units turned and dispersed like frightened fairies.

The hot air flow from the flames lifted Maguire's hair, and he looked at the scene in disbelief.

Not long ago, when fighting the devil Saint Josh to the death, Lao Ma was still worried and concerned that the remnants of the war gang in Mimir Hot Springs Market possessed such powerful energy that the enemies of Shambhala would only become more brutal.

This missile from more than 70 years ago not only blew up the blood-giving monster, but also shattered all of Maguire Copenhagen's worries - in this era, humans are stronger.

The fireball completely engulfed the two unidentified creatures flying in a group. Almost in an instant, they turned into powder in the fireworks, without even a drop of blood leaking out. They drifted towards the farther mountains on the southwest side of the Copper River along with the warm monsoon and the surging flames.

"Do you want to ask where the money went?" Liu Zhicheng was so excited and happy that he almost fell down when he climbed down from the missile vehicle. The old soldier was almost sixty years old, his body functions had seriously deteriorated, and he was no longer as brave and good at fighting as he was when he was young.

"Ouch! No, no! No!"

The old uncle staggered a few steps and finally stood firm in front of the explosion-proof wall.

"Don't help me, I can do it! I can do it! Hey!~"

Liu Zhicheng said this -

——He put his arm around Maguire’s shoulders and pointed at the remnants of fireworks in the sky.

“All the money I saved was spent here!”

The story of autumn seems like a fairy tale. The morale of the expeditionary force of Aohen Mingde is high. From top to bottom, every soldier is full of hope and courage.

Never believe in the existence of an indestructible devil.

Never believe that there is an invincible enemy.

Never believe there is an unachievable task.

Only during the brief moments of rest during the war, during the little time of nap, would his soft side occasionally be revealed.

In addition to Liu Zhicheng's Canglang Regiment Headquarters, Class 7 also stayed in Yueyin City. As the rear guard team, they had to say goodbye to the military reporters.

Ms. Yun Qing has gone through so much trouble and finally stepped out of The Sun to the front line. Apart from the gossip about the elites and the rich, she still has a lot of explosive battlefield news to write - perhaps this kind of story is the one that needs to be conveyed and told the most.

She put on a PEX (Powered exoskeleton) exoskeleton to support some of the armor, which was almost the highest standard of heavy armor for elite soldiers in the Quick Blade Synthetic Brigade. Although more than two months had passed, she still couldn't adapt to the equipment. She staggered to the camp, ready to say goodbye to the little soldiers of Class 7.

She was going to follow the main force deeper into the Axe Mountains. Operation Wenque had ended. Just like the code name of this mission, it was a petty theft, a shady attempt - to let the quick knife cross the Ma Ridge and deliver a fatal sword to the heart of the Danqiu Kingdom.

The reporter did not back down. She originally wanted to stay in the Black Wind Ridge Combat Command Center, but how many times in a lifetime would such an opportunity come?

Now that she has crossed the Ma Ling Fortress, she will never be scared off by death.

"Big sister!" When Sergeant Hitchcock saw Ms. Yun Qing, he immediately took off his military cap. His face was covered with camouflage made of mud and grass leaves, and he could not see his human appearance. He asked excitedly, "Are you still taking pictures today?"

Yun Qing tried to peel off the heavy armor's endurance plate shield again and again, but couldn't get it to open or hang up. She smiled awkwardly and responded hastily: "Take pictures! Of course I'm going to take pictures! I'm leaving now! Take a few more pictures! Send them back to the newspaper! And send a copy to your family! Have you finished writing the letter home?"

Hitchcock quickly wiped his hands, found his backpack in the corner of the barracks, and took out a stack of paper letters - in Shambhala, there was only an intranet for military communications, and phone calls could not be made. Besides the summons bell, paper letters were the most convenient way to deliver private messages.

Moreover, most of the parents of the soldiers in Squad 7 and their families were not psychics - the vast majority were "mudbloods" in the eyes of the Barathon magician, and the few relatives of Sergeant Hitchcock could not understand the ringtone.

Yun Qing is a generation older than these young soldiers. When all twelve people from Class 7 gathered at the door of the barracks, they washed their faces and wanted to leave their best energy for their families.

Yun Qing was doing both, holding the digital camera in one hand and the compact camera in the other, keeping a copy of both the electronic file and the physical film.

As she was patting, she felt a little guy beside her playing with her hair.

——She was a girl in her early twenties, and also the postman of Class 7.

"Big sister, the buckle of your helmet is broken, let me help you fix it." The message sender's sister said, "How did you break it? This heavy armor is very sturdy."

Yun Qing then remembered the reason why the buckle of the helmet was broken -

——When she was marching with the army to the vicinity of Maling Township to carry out preliminary reconnaissance and harassment missions, she followed a sniper from the reconnaissance regiment and walked 16 kilometers of mountain roads. During the mission, she was discovered by the enemy and a shell shattered her armor, causing her to fall into a coma and be seriously injured and on the verge of death.

The sniper carried the reporter back on his back, one of the few times she was injured.

"It's all little things! Little things!"

Yun Qing answered without hesitation and continued to press the shutter.

At this time, the team leader of Class 6 came to the camp of Class 7.

"——Give us a shot too, Commander!"

The sergeant of squad six was joking and called Yun Qing the commander.

"Our team just received an order that there is movement in Yueyin City. The enemy's elite soldiers have rioted and seem to be trying to escape. This is a good time to take the initiative to attack! Commander!"

Yun Qing was surrounded by the soldiers of Class 7. She quickly responded, "I'm leaving too! Hey! There's not much time left, right? Class 7 hasn't finished filming yet! Come one by one!"

The sergeant of squad six also took off his military cap. The nearly two-meter-tall man suddenly squatted down.

He shook his hands, lowered his posture, his thick eyebrows and big eyes showed grievance, and all his hopes were written on his face.

"Commander, I'm not afraid of you leaving."

"I'm not afraid. There are eighteen people in Class Six."

"If you stay with the mobile company and the armored vehicles, we will definitely feel at ease."

"It's just that"

As the sergeant spoke, he began to choke up and always talked about sad things.

"There will be a mission tonight. There will be a mission tonight."

"Can you please stay here for a while longer, I beg you"

"I was afraid that my comrades would be sad and I wouldn't be able to say goodbye to my family properly."

It was like a highly contagious disease. Almost in an instant, every soldier who stayed in Moon Shadow City was filled with determination. This fighting spirit came from the other side of the sea, from all kinds of complex, simple, full and passionate emotions, or innocent and romantic love.

The tools Judas used to spur his men on were the temptation of money or power, fear and fanatical superstition.

——It is vulnerable to the determination of the Nameless One.

The ice at Lingyang Ferry gradually melted.

The passenger ship fell back into the water again and began to sail slowly.

This was Judas' negotiation strategy, to keep putting pressure on Su Xingchen through an unfamiliar environment - in the scene of diplomatic negotiations, a sinister trick.

To explain with an example, Su Xingchen is in an excellent mental state, like an opponent with full health and mana.

When he first arrived at Lingyang Ferry, he didn't feel any pressure of survival at all, nor would he make mistakes because of the pressure. But now Judas is going to add some survival pressure to this dwarf.

The passenger ship will continue to take them slowly upstream of the Copper River, just like getting on a kidnapper's black car. They have no means of transportation and cannot return freely to the area where Kuaidao is, so they will definitely feel stressed.

As the night grew darker, Su Xingchen also sensed the changes in the frozen river. He had already smoked sixteen cigarettes, and his brain worked faster than a Honda red-head engine. He immediately saw through this shady trick.

Forty-five minutes passed and the second round of consultations began as scheduled.

On the other side of the Chaos Egg, Judah's mental state was very bad - he hoped that he could focus all his energy on production and military affairs. However, in order to buy time for the Dagda's Cauldron, he dared not entrust all the negotiations to his subordinates.

He is too ambitious and wants to do everything himself, and it is difficult for him to trust these profit-driven pawns bound by fear and power.

"Mr. Su Xingchen, I am ready..."

The words haven’t been finished yet——

——Xingchen’s eyes were like fire, and he interrupted Judas rudely.

"I need a moment, Mr. Judas, I'm so sorry."

Judas never expected that the negotiation materials he hastily prepared seemed to be useless. He had just negotiated the price with the landlords and lords of the four southeastern cities bordering the Maling Township fortress. He notified each department step by step to be prepared to retreat to Emao County and persuaded his men to unite to resist foreign enemies. Someone had to sacrifice.

But Su Xingchen retreated. He seemed to be about to throw a heavy punch, but suddenly stepped aside.

"I have a lot of things to discuss with the regiment headquarters. Can you give me another forty-five minutes?"

Judas was stunned, and he immediately became angry -

"——You broke the contract?!"

Su Xingchen: "This is just a verbal agreement. Besides, I feel the threat of death now. What's the point of changing the negotiation location temporarily? Mr. Judas?"

Judas didn't understand Su Xingchen's intention. What's the point of delaying for another forty-five minutes?

This boat will only take them further and further away. Does this kid still want to travel on the boat? Want to travel all over the Tong River in Danqiu Country?

  Maybe this is a good thing.

"If I have another forty-five minutes, I can collect more chips." Judas muttered in a low voice, throwing the Chaos Egg aside: "As long as it can buy time, giving up some useless cities is also a good thing."

Su Xingchen: "What do you think, Mr. Judas? I still need forty-five minutes."

Judas replied, “Yes.”

Another forty-five minutes passed, and this delicate period of time made Judas a little irritated.

What can be done in such a short time? Select the Chaos Eggs of the corresponding towns, talk to the Lords, and explain the purpose. Then put the task on hold, and let the Lords summon the local elders and gentry, mobilize the leaders of the county soldiers and officials, and then make a unified statement, concentrate all the power, and finally turn it into an ambiguous answer. Slowly communicate and slowly make this answer clear.

The negotiation process was boring, simple, and even full of tension.

Judah must offer enough benefits and calculate with the lords the population value and resource value of each territory, the silver dollar coupons for short-term settlement, and the human flesh essence for long-term supply. With these things as support, this spiritual Buddha can bring his followers to the negotiation table as bargaining chips.

Once again, we came to Commander Yu’s ship.

Su Xingchen said: "I still need forty-five minutes."

"What are you doing?!" Judas was already going crazy: "What the hell are you doing?! Representative Su Xingchen! What do you want to say?"

Su Xingchen smiled awkwardly and said, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I really need another 45 minutes, I promise, this is the last time - I just received a letter from the War Information Center, asking Ye Bei to help translate the meaning of the ringtone, and I need to organize the materials and take notes."

"What's the result?" Su Xingchen pointed at Mr. Ye Bei's nose and cursed, "This idiot didn't understand much and messed up several important data. I really have no way to deal with it."

Ye Bei was puzzled: "Huh?"

Su Xingchen: "There is really no other way."

Ye Bei: "It's really my fault."

Judas cursed, "You guys from Tianshu are too amateurish! Are these the reinforcements that Aohen Mingde invited?! I'm going to question your sincerity in the negotiations! Representative Su Xingchen!"

"So can you give me another forty-five minutes, Mr. Judas?" Su Xingchen said sincerely.

Judas hesitated again and again. He was like a clumsy boxer in the ring, bloated and panting. He was almost trapped in the rhythm of his opponent's pace. The repeated failure to keep his promises filled his heart with resentment and hatred. These emotions were of no help at all, but only hindered his mind and made him more and more dull.

"You only have fifteen minutes." Judah chose a compromise.

Su Xingchen: "It must be forty-five minutes."

Judas: "Enough! This is not a wet market!"

Su Xingchen still repeated calmly: "It must take forty-five minutes."

Judas suppressed his nausea and said, "Twenty minutes."

Su Xingchen emphasized and corrected: "Forty-five minutes, even if God comes, it will also be forty-five minutes."

Judas gritted his teeth: "Twenty-five minutes at most."

Su Xingchen glanced at his watch: "Very good, one minute has passed, and there are forty-four minutes left."

When it comes to manipulating people's mindsets, Operator Xingchen is the top character in Tianshu.

  ——What exactly is he waiting for? Is it really just a "45 minutes" buffer time?

In fact, the answer was already written on Judas' face.

At this moment, Judas lost control and was jumping up and down in anger in the Buddhist hall.

During these two hours, he used the Chaos Egg to make hundreds of phone calls, recording the names of more than 140 people in six major cities, calculating the basic base of each lord, and at least figuring out an approximate and satisfactory number.

How he wished he had a modern computer and a complete electronic system archive at his fingertips to carry out personnel scheduling and transaction management.

"Mr. Judas, don't you have any electronic devices?" Su Xingchen pointed out the key point: "My tablet is still from 2018. It will definitely be slower to use it for work. Tianshu has no intention of updating my equipment. We are poor and have no other choice. This war has almost exhausted the manpower and material resources of Tianshu and the Ministry of Railways."

Judas was suddenly stunned, and was stunned by the mental punch.

——His brain shut down for a while, and he couldn’t even understand what Su Xingchen was saying.

It seems like they are speaking Chinese, but I can't understand them.

Su Xingchen: "So I need forty-five minutes."

Judas's mind automatically blocked out the previous lines -

——He temporarily regained some composure and began to fear this out-of-control state. He needed to rest.

"it is good."

But are things really that simple?

Judas put the task of negotiation on hold for the time being and came to the incense stand in the main hall again. The chirping Chaos Eggs in front of him began to experience a psychic riot, all of which were inquiries sent back from various places.

——Transactions require constant attention and feedback.

It's like a trader has negotiated several deals, but the buyer wants the trader to put the task on hold, and the seller also needs a clear response.

During these forty-five minutes, Judas had no time to rest. He had to reply to each of his subordinates one by one, explaining the situation to each of their interests, in order to appease these people who were about to lose their territory and power.

The negotiation time that Su Xingchen told Judas was like a simple and ridiculous lie that would never come true.

——Like a vicious and terrifying curse, this impression of association would damage Judas's credibility.

Originally, the mayor of Moonshade City and Judah had agreed to complete the transfer of power an hour and a half in advance. The city had been targeted, but Judah was still hesitant.

For the Lord of Yueyin City, Lingguang Buddha's repeated postponement of decision-making time was simply a joke on his life.

The landlord had no idea what to do. Should he open the city gates to welcome the enemy army? Or should he fight to the death? This kind of high pressure from top to bottom was also a mental torture for the soldiers and defenders of Yueyin City.

The "last forty-five minutes" finally arrived as expected.

The summons bell rang. Su Xingchen was in high spirits. He held Ye Bei's hand. The two of them walked in happily, looking very close.

Ye Bei gently patted the Star Operator's back and whispered, "You're so dirty!~ I like it so much!~"

Su Xingchen ignored him and spoke to Chaos Egg seriously: "Mr. Judas, let's negotiate!"

The Chaos Egg didn't reply immediately; Judas seemed to be busy.

Su Xingchen suppressed his smile and used a respectful title instead: "What's wrong? I just received news. The regiment told me that Yueyin City has been taken. If you talk about the battle line later, you have to push the combat area 80 kilometers to your side."

Judas' weak response came from the round ball of flesh.

He didn't even receive any news about the fall of Moon Shadow City, nor did he receive any new phone calls.

"--I see."

(End of this chapter)