Spy Shadow: Command & Conquer

Chapter 2027, class

A brief silence.

Then someone pounced on them, aggressively.

Zhang Yong waved his hand behind him, indicating that the others didn't need to help.

He can handle it all by himself.

Go up.

Arrest them.

Over-the-shoulder throw.

Heavy.

"puff!"

"puff!"

In the blink of an eye, the three people were thrown around in a daze.

Damn it, you want to cause trouble for me without paying? Go to hell.

You won't even give me a hundred pounds? What are you trying to do?

I'll make you bleed from the inside out first!

I'll definitely end up in the hospital when I get back.

"stop!"

"stop!"

Someone nearby shouted loudly.

I don't recognize him. But he seems to have quite a background.

There are two people.

A formal dress.

A military uniform.

I guessed the person in formal attire was Governor-General Victor. As for the one in military uniform, I had no idea who it was.

The military rank is a crown plus a pair of scepters, like lieutenant general?

The British are truly unconventional. They want everything to be unique. Even their military ranks.

For Zhang Yong, who was used to seeing various simplified versions of military ranks, it was indeed impossible to confirm.

stand at attention.

Step back.

He's quite good at acting now.

He threw the person, injuring their internal organs. But on the surface, they seemed very obedient.

[Cooperation rate 80+]

[Cooperation rate 80+]

Surprisingly, the radar map showed it.

It's still a new term. Cooperation level.

The Nationalist Army's own people represent friendliness. Surrendered Japanese invaders represent loyalty.

They might be allies now. So, how cooperative?
The data looks pretty good.

This shows that the other party genuinely wants to cooperate, and is not just being insincere.

The kind of scenes in short dramas where characters are ridiculed and trampled on upon first meeting don't appear.

Row.

never mind.

Since the other party is willing to cooperate.

"What do you want to do?"

"Do you intend to injure someone at the Governor's Mansion?"

The man in military uniform spoke up.

The voice wasn't loud, but it was very authoritative. The person must be of high status.

Of course, having status and position are two different concepts from having sufficient military command capabilities.

Quiet.

No one spoke.

The injured were quickly carried away.

Everyone else stood with their heads bowed, clearly not daring to argue.

"Zhang Yong".

"arrive."

"I am Auchinlek! From now on, you will be directly responsible for me."

"Yes."

Zhang Yong tried hard to recall the other party's information.

I don't actually know much. It seems to have some connection to Montgomery?

During the Battle of El Alamein, he was Montgomery's superior.
However, in the later, massive operation of the Normandy landings, only Montgomery was present; Auchinleck was not.

Perhaps it's because he's not favored.

Perhaps it's because they lack connections?
Judging from his appearance, he wasn't wearing a military uniform and looked a bit like a farmer.

It is certain that the other party is definitely not a member of the British royal family or nobility.

However, Auchinleck appears to have been included in the final list of British Field Marshals, indicating that he was quite capable.

"Zhang, your performance was excellent."

"Thanks for the compliment."

"I invited you here today because I want you to give them a lesson."

"Attend class?"

Zhang Yong was surprised again.

No. You want me to teach a class? Did you hear me right?

Am I still qualified to be a teacher?

"what?"

"Ask him to teach us?"

"What qualifications does he have to teach us?"

"Yes! What makes him so special?"

"That's right, he's Chinese..."

The officers on the other side reacted even more strongly than Zhang Yong.

Originally, Zhang Yong wanted to decline, saying he was unworthy of the honor.

However, seeing how agitated the other side was, he immediately changed his mind.

Today, we must teach them a good lesson.

You can attend classes using your mouth.

You can do it with your fists too.

If you can't understand my verbal lectures, I also know a little bit about martial arts...

"Shut up!"

Auchinlek suddenly put on a stern face.

These guys! They're all used to being arrogant and conceited.

They don't even consider who defeated them. So many people suffered utter defeat.

Zhang Yong took care of them all by himself.

Still not convinced.

If this were a real battlefield, you would have been dead long ago.

Who gave you the right to make noise here?
Auchinlek was a World War I veteran who had a deep understanding of the brutality of the battlefield.

The battlefield isn't about words. The more you talk, the faster you die.

But the officers in front of me are mostly division or brigade commanders. They all rose through the ranks later. None of them participated in the brutal First World War.

In other words, these people in front of us have never experienced a real battlefield.

On the contrary, Zhang Yong had witnessed it firsthand.

Auchinlek has already retrieved all of Zhang Yong's information.

They quickly figured out why Zhang Yong was able to shine so easily on the training field.

Because his battle with the Japanese had been going on for three years.

It is unknown how many Japanese troops they defeated.

These are all real-world examples.

A real, brutal battle.

There is absolutely no fakery.

Those who have been through countless battles and are tempered by countless trials are obviously different from those rookies who have never been on the battlefield.

Therefore, he genuinely invited Zhang Yong to teach the newbies.

"Zhang Yong, I challenge you to a duel!"

"is it?"

Zhang Yong narrowed his eyes, his face full of disdain.

A duel with me? Sure. But pay up first. One hundred pounds won't do.

I am of noble status. How could I possibly step down so easily?

You have to pay extra. Five hundred pounds.

"Yes, I challenge you to a duel! To the death!"

The other party stepped forward.

He was an officer in the Australian 3rd Division. A colonel.

At that time, in the British Army's organizational structure, the rank of division commander was generally brigadier general. Colonel was actually a higher rank.

"Give me five hundred pounds."

Zhang Yong didn't stand on ceremony. He directly asked for the money.

Someone offered me money to beat him up. Such a good deal is unprecedented.

The atmosphere became a little awkward.

Five hundred pounds? That seems a bit too much.

You should know that the pound sterling is very valuable these days.

Currently, the pound has not yet started to depreciate and can still be exchanged for more than four US dollars.

silence.

awkward.

It seems there won't be five hundred pounds left.

Zhang Yong: ...

Damn. So disappointing.

Not even five hundred pounds. And yet they're shouting so loudly...

Very upset.

So he rushed forward.

He pinned the other person down and then punched and kicked them.

I'll challenge you to a duel!

I'll challenge you to a duel!

I wouldn't even part with five hundred pounds!

I'll challenge you to a duel!

I'll challenge you to a duel!

He was beaten severely, leaving him with a bruised and swollen face.

They only reluctantly stopped when the other party begged for mercy.

Everyone around was stunned. Surprisingly, no one stopped them.

Including Victor.

Including Auchinlek.

The two big shots just watched.

Zhang Yong: ...

What are they doing?
Why aren't you saying anything?
Were they deliberately trying to make me beat them up?
Maybe they're just asking for a beating. But they don't want to actually do it.

And so, this greenhorn of mine arrived, just in time.

They were made thugs.

They educate each other instead of the other party.

also.

It feels so good to beat someone up.

It's rare for the big boss to give permission, this is like being ordered to beat someone up!

Seeing that the one who had been beaten was no longer able to fight back, they reached out to pull a new one up.

They're all in cahoots anyway. No one's innocent.

"you……"

The other party attempted to resist.

But it was no use. Zhang Yong grabbed him and pulled him over.

He's incredibly strong now. He could probably hold down an elephant.

"Don't……"

The other party instinctively begged for mercy.

But it was no use. The two big shots remained silent.

So Zhang Yong beat her up without worry.

Slap him across the face.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

He slapped her hard across the face.

Damn it. The more I think about it, the angrier I get.

They won't give me five hundred pounds. They won't give me one hundred pounds either.

You want me to beat you up without paying a single penny? There's no such thing as a free lunch.
wrong……

It seems so.

I'm doing it now...

Slapping someone can actually feel really good.

It doesn't matter whether it's a hundred pounds or not.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

He slapped me more than a dozen times.

Feeling that they had played enough, they moved on to the next one.

"Don't……"

"Spare my life..."

The target hurriedly tried to evade.

But it was no use. He was still pulled over.

Then came another beating.

"He's crazy……"

"He's crazy……"

Everyone else retreated, trying to avoid it.

They were all stunned by Zhang Yong's audacity. They hadn't expected him to be so arrogant.

They beat people up right inside the governor's mansion.

They beat him up just as badly. There were slaps, punches, and kicks.

The key point is that neither the Governor-General nor the Commander-in-Chief stopped it.

Incredible.

incredible.

However, this is true.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

The sound of hitting someone was very loud.

Interspersed among them were intermittent screams, rising and falling.

Zhang Yong was incredibly strong. Those who were pinned to the ground and beaten didn't even have a chance to struggle.

It felt like a burly man, about 1.8 meters tall, was bullying a kindergarten child.

Your adventure experience has increased.

You have received a £500 reward.

You have received a £500 reward.

The messages flashed by in succession.

Zhang Yong: ? ? ?
Is there such a good thing?
There are rewards for hitting someone?
Still five hundred pounds?

Could it be that the other party didn't provide it, so the system filled in the gap? Wow...

That would be awesome.

I want to keep playing!
Everyone, come out!
I can take on a hundred of them all by myself!

come out!

Get beaten!

Everyone has a share!

You get five hundred pounds for beating one up.

Even if the Queen of England herself were to come, she couldn't save you today!
"stop!"

"Zhang Yong, stop!"

Auchinlek finally spoke.

However, the sound was not too urgent.

Zhang Yong then realized that he could still beat up a few more...

You have received a £500 reward.

You have received a £500 reward.

The messages continued to flash.

Zhang Yong: ? ? ?
Huh? I don't think I changed players!

Could it be that the system has already distributed the rewards in advance based on the number of participants?
So, it doesn't matter whether they beat him up or not? The other party is already scared. They've given in. They don't dare to bare their teeth anymore?

Whatever.

stop.

The slap hurt a little.

After all, he had hit several people in a row, and without using any tools.

It's good that I got the reward.

Take a glance.

More than eighty officers came to cause trouble for him.

The system's reward information also shows exactly eighty-odd entries. That's correct. One reward per person. Calculated per headcount.

So delicious...

So awesome...

Over 40,000 pounds sterling in one go!

This is pounds!
Two hundred thousand US dollars. That can be exchanged for more than one million silver dollars.

The price was to beat the other party up.

Such a good thing is truly unprecedented.

He secretly checked his personal belongings and found that they were all in British pound cash.

well.

Better days are coming.

If I ever run out of money, I'll beat the other person up to make money.

"Somebody come!"

Auchinlek waved his hand.

Have the governor's men carry the wounded officer away.

Then he looked at the others with a cold expression. The others all had their heads hanging down.

“If Zhang is an enemy, you are all dead.”

"Not only are you dead, but your troops are also wiped out."

"Now, who still has any complaints?"

"Is there anyone else who wants to duel with Zhang? I can be the referee."

"If not, go back to class."

Auchinlek finished speaking.

The remaining officers hurriedly turned and left.

One by one, they lined up obediently and entered the tiered classroom that had been prepared in advance.

I will never dare to cause trouble again.

“Zhang, please!” Auchinlek said slowly.

"Thank you!" Zhang Yong nodded.

This person is a good person.

He made so many pounds.

If the other person is in trouble next time, you can take the initiative to help them.

Well, although Rommel was his sworn brother, he didn't offer him any benefits.

Then I'm sorry. I'd rather go through fire and water for my brothers...

Enter the lecture hall.

For a moment, I felt a bit conflicted.

In later generations, universities also had many lecture halls.

Surprisingly, in 1940, the Governor-General's residence in India also had such a setup.

It seems the British really have invented a lot of things.

"please."

"Thank you!"

Zhang Yong went up to the podium.

Because it's a lecture hall, the seats at the back are all very high.

Standing on the podium, Zhang Yong was actually in a low-lying area. He had to look up to see the very back.

I understand why Auchinlek didn't stop it.

If we don't give these guys a good beating, someone's bound to cause trouble.

Those who hold a superior position are bound to be more arrogant.

I definitely won't be able to attend class properly.

Now everyone is hanging their heads, looking like elementary school students terrified of being called on by the teacher.

but!

The more you bow your heads, the more I will call you out.

what!
Call out the names one by one!

Not one is left out.

Finally, it's my turn, Zhang Yong, to be the teacher.

I'm going to vent all the anger I've suffered over the past four years on them now.

"Roster"

"Have."

Zhang Yong reached out and took it.

It's a very heavy book.

"Now let's start the roll call."

"Those whose names are called, stand up."

"Let's get to know each other."

"If you're not happy about this, come find me anytime!"

Zhang Yong's attitude was extremely arrogant. He almost blurted out that famous quote.

Don't misunderstand...

I'm not targeting you personally...

I'm referring to everyone here...

It's all garbage...

In the end, he didn't say it.

After all, he really wasn't as arrogant as Senior Brother Duan Shui Liu.

Besides, saying these things in English doesn't quite capture the same feeling. English, in fact, has a rather limited expressive range.

"Hassan!"

"To!"

"Pug!"

"To!"

Name them one by one.

Then he glanced at the other person sideways.

She noticed that the other person didn't dare to meet her gaze.

Very good, that means they are indeed afraid.

Since that's the case, let's begin the lesson. Let's teach it properly.

He doesn't have any theoretical knowledge. However, he does have a wealth of practical experience.

"Your battlefield will be in North Africa..."

"The terrain here is mostly hills or plains. It's very dry. It's all desert and Gobi..."

"The enemy you are facing will be highly mobile and adept at long-range surprise attacks..."

"The main modes of warfare will be armored assault and counter-assault. Offense and defense..."

Zhang Yong decisively betrayed his sworn brother Rommel.

Of course, no name was mentioned.

Suddenly I saw someone raise their hand.

That's the one whose name was called first.

Hassan, commander of the Australian 1st Division. Brigadier General. A bit arrogant.

So we stopped.

"Stand up and speak."

"Yes."

Hassan stood up.

Zhang Yong nodded.

"Speak!"

"Commissioner, why did you predict that the battlefield would be in North Africa?"

"Because you currently only have the capability to wage war in North Africa."

"What if it's somewhere else?"

"This is what I'm going to say. If you believe it, then listen. If you don't believe it, then you can leave."

Zhang Yong downplayed it. He didn't want to argue.

Hassan hesitated for a moment. In the end, he did not leave.

Although the others were somewhat puzzled, they listened even more attentively.

There was only one thought in my mind.

The opponent has extensive combat experience. They are very capable fighters.

On the training field, one person took down so many of their troops.

His judgment is very likely correct.

Even Auchinleck was very focused on memorizing it.

North Africa...

This might really be their first battle.

They are very likely to fight the enemy in the arid desert and Gobi.

Considering the extremely harsh desert climate and environment there, everyone was actually quite distressed.

high temperature.

Water shortage.

It is torture for any living being.

Another person raised his hand.

"explain."

"Commissioner, who could our adversary be?"

"First the Italians. Then the Germans."

"Germans? Will they come to Africa?"

"Will do."

Zhang Yong nodded.

Of course it will. Rommel will come.

Moreover, it will happen very quickly. It's estimated to be early next year, about six months from now.

"That……"

Many people below were looking at each other in bewilderment.

Clearly, none of them expected to encounter the Germans.

Aren't Germans supposed to be on the European continent? How did they end up in North Africa?
Of course, Zhang Yong wouldn't explain.

In fact, he has already revealed enough information.

The main purpose is to maintain one's public image and prove that one has the ability to "predict".

Do people in the military believe in metaphysics?

of course.

Sometimes, the end of science is metaphysics. You can't help but believe it.

比如说，法国人1940年6月22日正式签署投降条约。然后第二年6月22日，德国全面进攻苏联。

Is this special day just a coincidence?
Continue teaching.

Two hours passed quickly.

"get out of class is over!"

"Zhang, thank you!"

Auchinlek and Zhang Yong shook hands.

He was the one who benefited the most from the entire lecture.

Everyone else is in charge of tactics. Only he is in charge of strategy.

He was already thinking about how he could command the army and fight the Germans if he were transferred to North Africa.

The current situation is very unfavorable for the British army.

Defeat was everywhere.

The air battles on home soil also resulted in heavy losses.

London has been bombed multiple times. There have been many casualties.

The Royal Air Force is fighting with all its might against the German Air Force. The current situation is extremely critical.

No one can guarantee whether the local area can hold out.

Therefore, Churchill needed to take every measure to ensure that the homeland would not be captured.

Otherwise, once the homeland is occupied, all the overseas colonies will be for naught.

"report!"

Nationalist Army officers arrived.

They say Spencer has arrived. He came all the way from Calcutta.

Weary from their journey.

I'm very anxious.

He indicated that he wanted to see Zhang Yong in person immediately.

"understood."

Zhang Yong nodded. He had indeed known this for a long time.

It's shown on the radar map. There was a notification as soon as Spencer arrived in New Delhi.

Clearly, the main reason Spencer rushed over was his fear that Zhang Yong would switch allegiances and be poached by the British.

However, life isn't easy for the British these days. They're struggling to make ends meet.

They also need someone who can fight.

But the French need him more. So, we absolutely cannot let the British poach him.

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Zhang Yong then took his leave.

I just walked out of the Governor's Mansion.

Spencer immediately came forward to welcome him, his face full of eagerness.

"Zhang, you mustn't abandon us! Whatever the British give you, I'll give you three times over!"

"I swear to God I will keep my promise. Otherwise, may I be reborn as an Englishman after I die."

Zhang Yong: ...

Speechless. And somewhat touched.

This was the most vicious curse he had ever heard from the French.

[To be continued]

(End of this chapter)