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The chief of staff also held several photos in his hand, taken over several days at different times of the same area. He compared them, his eyes gleaming.

"What's even more remarkable is the dynamic comparison! Look, yesterday morning, these two trucks were still parked in the open space on the east side, but by evening they had been moved to the warehouse on the west side."

"Based on the personnel flow during the changing of the guard in other photos... it can be basically determined that their vehicle dispatching area and main supply warehouse are located in this area!"

"We've pretty much figured out everything about Okamura's headquarters: troop deployment, firing positions, support nodes, logistical networks... we've got our hands on almost everything!"

The drones that Shen Wang brought, combined with the skillful operation and covert launch and recovery by elite reconnaissance personnel such as Wang Qiming, have, over the past few days acted like the eyes of God, taking hundreds of aerial photographs of Beiping City, especially the area surrounding the North China Front Army Headquarters, from various angles and at different times, with a clarity far exceeding the imagination of this era.

The photos clearly show the layout of the new trenches dug by the Japanese army, the newly added sandbag fortifications, the layout of the anti-aircraft gun positions, the regularity of the patrol routes, and even the antennas faintly visible on the rooftops of some buildings.

That sense of control, of having "everything under one's eye," is something these veteran commanders, accustomed to struggling through a fog of intelligence, have never experienced.

It turns out that obtaining core enemy defense intelligence can be so "simple" and so "intuitive"! This technological advantage has excited every bigwig and boosted their confidence.

As for the headquarters of the old Japanese devil Gangcun himself, the building complex, which was heavily protected and previously regarded as a top-secret forbidden area, had its external structure, entrances and exits, courtyard layout, and even the window distribution of the main buildings captured by drones multiple times under extremely high risks, and a fairly detailed floor plan was pieced together.

"With this,..."

Shen Wang pointed to the gradually improving headquarters floor plan and said in a calm tone, "Our assault team will be able to come home and know exactly where to enter, where they might encounter resistance, and where Gangcun's command room or bedroom is most likely to be located."

"Haha, Mr. Shen is right!"

"Now let's see how that old Japanese devil runs!"

"They actually dared to send assassins to kill Mr. Shen! This time, we'll teach these beasts the price of assassination!"

Although Shen Wang didn't say it, the big shots weren't stupid.

Shen Wang had just survived an extremely dangerous assassination attempt, and then turned around and prepared to capture Gangcun alive. No one would believe that there wasn't some personal emotion involved.

However, the bosses did not think that Shen Wang was settling personal scores; on the contrary, they greatly appreciated his style.

Man, this is how it should be!

Moreover, Okamura's assassination attempt was not only aimed at Shen Wang, but also a slap in the face to the Eighth Route Army!

This time, they're going to give Okamura a good slap in the face!

Ideally, you should slap him in the face!

Just as the atmosphere was lively and everyone was looking forward to the upcoming operation, a confidential staff officer rushed in and handed the chief of staff a newly translated telegram with a solemn expression.

The chief of staff took it, glanced at it quickly, and the smile on his face instantly froze, followed by a layer of frost.

He handed the telegram to the division commander next to him. After reading it, the division commander frowned deeply and unconsciously pounded his fist lightly on the table.

"You bastard!"

The brigade commander was impatient. When he took the telegram and read it, he immediately cursed in anger.

"You're asking for it! Do you really think we're pushovers we can bully?"

The telegram, forwarded from headquarters, was concise yet weighty, conveying the initial results of contacts with representatives of the great powers.

The other party adopted an extremely tough stance, refusing any form of equivalent exchange or purchase, insisting on "providing key technical equipment and samples free of charge for research," and threatening "international isolation" and "cutting off all potential cooperation channels."

His words were filled with the arrogance and contempt of the colonial era.

The great powers were unwilling to pay even the slightest price; they only wanted to get something for nothing.

The atmosphere, which had just been heightened by the progress of the intelligence, was instantly dampened by this humiliating ultimatum from a "friendly nation."

A feeling of frustration and anger spread through the minds of the executives.

We are here planning a momentous event to avenge our country's humiliation, while those self-proclaimed "civilized" and "advanced" individuals are plotting behind our backs how to seize power and even kick us when we're down!

Some even spoke up for the foreign powers, putting pressure on them.

However, just as the chief of staff and others were turning pale and their anger was surging, Shen Wang, who had just finished reading the documents, suddenly chuckled softly.

The laughter wasn't loud, but it stood out clearly in the somber atmosphere, and was also...out of place.

The eyes of several bigwigs immediately focused on him, filled with confusion.

Mr. Shen, what time is it? How can you still laugh?

Shen Wang met everyone's gazes, but the smile on his face did not disappear; in fact, it seemed a little...amused.

"Can't reach an agreement?" He shrugged, his tone as casual as if discussing what to have for dinner. "Then let's fight."

"beat?"

The chief of staff was taken aback and subconsciously asked a follow-up question.

"Who are you going to hit?"

The first thing that flashed through his mind was the warships and planes of the great powers, but he immediately thought the idea was too absurd.

The great powers were not so easy to defeat; they were ten times harder to defeat than the Japanese!

The division commander frowned as well: "Mr. Shen, you mean...?"

Shen Wang did not answer directly, but instead stretched out his finger and slowly and forcefully pointed to the photo of Okamura Yasushi's Northern Area Army Headquarters, which was spread out in the center of the table.

The executives were initially taken aback, but then, as if a lightning bolt had pierced through the fog, they instantly understood Shen Wang's meaning!

Fighting the great powers? That's unrealistic.

However, they can achieve earth-shattering results and demonstrate a power that is enough to overturn their arrogant perceptions in a way that they cannot imagine, understand, or ignore!

With a groundbreaking "decapitation strike," the great powers, still indulging in illusions of the old world order, were ruthlessly forced back to the negotiating table!

Let's shatter their script of "advanced civilization over backward nations" with irrefutable facts!

You want to get something for nothing? Let me show you just how sharp this "white wolf's" teeth really are!

Want to talk? Sure.

But next time you sit down at the negotiating table, please put away your condescending attitude, bring the supplies, technology, and sufficient hard currency on your list, and come to talk properly about what it means to have an equal trade!

Shen Wang nodded slowly and said, word by word:

"Dignity resides only on the edge of a sword, truth only within the range of cannons!"

After a brief silence.

"Haha! Hahaha!"

The brigade commander was the first to burst into laughter, slamming his fist on the table.

"Good! Mr. Shen, well said! Let's do it this way! Let's use the blood of the Japanese devils to wake up those foreign bigwigs!"

The division commander nodded emphatically, a fierce look on his face: "Since they want to see, then let them see to their heart's content! Let them see everything clearly and plainly!"

"Order!" The chief of staff no longer hesitated, abruptly standing up, his voice resounding throughout the operations room:

"Location selection! Immediately choose the most secluded and suitable location nearby!"

"Equip the engineer battalion and all engineering vehicles! Prioritize the supply of building materials!"

"Using these photos and sketches, recreate this Japanese command post to a perfect 1:1 scale!"

Dignity is not something you can talk about, it's something you can fight for!