Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

Without saying a word, Lin Mo turned and left.

He walked through the corridor to the backyard school, where Long Qingxue was sitting at the podium grading students' arithmetic homework, her sleeve covered in chalk dust.

Lin Mo knocked on the door frame and asked directly:

"Qingxue, who is the best at math among these students?"

Find me a few, they need to be able to do the math.

Long Qingxue put down the chalk and thought for a moment:

"In terms of talent, Pei Youqing is the best."

She has only been in Lianhai for a little over a month, but she has already self-studied most of the primary and secondary school mathematics. I often have to ask her for help with many problems.

Her father was a prefect, and she was exposed to the world of culture from a young age, giving her a much stronger foundation than the average student.

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow slightly; he hadn't expected Pei Youqing to have this ability.

He asked Long Qingxue to find him three more students who were good at math, and then went straight to Pei Youqing's room.

Pei Youqing was sitting by the window reading a book when she heard a knock on the door. She looked up and saw Lin Mo, paused for a moment, and then stood up and bowed.

Lin Mo got straight to the point:

"Miss Pei, the county government is currently short of bookkeepers. Would you be interested in working part-time?"

"all right!"

Pei Youqing agreed almost without hesitation.

"Okay, then come with me!"

When Lin Mo brought Pei Youqing and the other three students back to Yang Liu's office, Yang Liu was standing in front of the desk organizing account books.

She raised her head, her gaze lingering on Pei Youqing for a moment. This girl in the pale yellow ruqun was indeed beautiful, with her black hair like clouds, gentle eyebrows and eyes, and the dignified temperament of a lady from a prominent family in every gesture.

But what Yang Liu noticed wasn't her beauty, but the way she looked at Lin Mo.

There was something familiar in those eyes; as a woman herself, Yang Liu recognized him at a glance.

Pei Youqing was also observing Yang Liu.

This woman in strange clothes was unlike any other woman she had ever seen. She was not only mature and charming, but also possessed a confidence she had never seen before.

Especially her well-tailored dark gray short skirt and the black tulle covering her legs, which gave her an alluring and blood-pumping look.

Lin Mo also noticed the tension between the two. After briefly introducing everyone to each other, he unceremoniously slipped away, leaving Yang Liu and four students staring at each other in the office.

Yang Liu invited the four of them to sit down, spread the account book out on the table, and lingered on Pei Youqing's face for a very short moment before looking away.

He picked up the chalk and wrote the words "Double-Entry Bookkeeping" in large letters on the small blackboard, his tone returning to its usual professionalism:

"Today we'll start from the beginning."

You were all recommended by Lin Mo, so your foundation should be quite good.

I will first teach you the most basic accounting subjects: assets, liabilities, equity, revenue, and expenses, and then gradually transition to double-entry bookkeeping and trial balance.

Feel free to ask me anything you don't understand, but once I start explaining, I don't want anyone to lose focus.

Now open your blank notebooks and begin taking notes.

After arranging the financial matters, Lin Mo returned to his study, picked up the satellite phone, and dialed Dili's number.

The phone rang several times before being answered. The faint sound of sporadic gunfire could be heard on the other end. Dili's voice sounded tired, but it rose slightly when she heard Lin Mo's voice.

"Owner?"

"I need to purchase a batch of helicopters, as well as matching aerial bombs."

Can you get your hands on it?

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

When Dilireba spoke again, her tone was tinged with bitterness:

"Master, it might have been possible before."

But now the situation has changed.

After the old leader was beheaded, the organization fell apart, with several factions fighting each other.

My forces have been severely weakened; I only have two hundred men left, and they are all hiding everywhere.

Most of their former territory was seized, and their arms depots were burned down.

"I'm sorry, Master, I can't help you right now."

Lin Mo frowned and asked her to explain the details.

Dilireblin went through it once.

With the old leader dead, the faction she served lost out in the power struggle.

Suppressed by the other two factions, its territory has been shrinking and it is now retreating to an abandoned mine.

But she also mentioned that the old leader's son had four helicopters and bombs.

Lin Mo pondered for a moment:

"Hold on, I'll bring thirty elite soldiers to help you."

"Yes, Master!"

Lin Mo immediately returned to World One and told Yang Liu that he had something to do and wouldn't be able to take her back for the next few days.

They then assembled the entire Flying Tigers and selected thirty of their best members.

Inside the confidential room, Lin Mo's gaze swept across everyone's faces one by one.

This group of people were handpicked by him from the Flying Tigers and the Special Operations Regiment. Each of them was at least a third-rate expert, with top-notch marksmanship and tactical skills.

He picked up a stack of newly printed confidentiality agreements from the table, handed one to each person, and said in a serious tone:

"I am about to show you what real war is like."

This is a confidentiality agreement. After signing it, you cannot disclose anything you saw today to anyone!

This includes family members, comrades-in-arms, and superiors.

Those who violate this rule will be dealt with according to military law. Did everyone understand?

"clear!"

The thirty people responded in unison, their voices echoing in the secure room.

Without hesitation, everyone picked up a pen and signed their names on the agreement.

After signing the agreement, Lin Mo let Yue Pengniao in to do some ideological work with the team members.

Yue Pengniao stood at the front of the line, spoke about the mission and discipline of the Lianhai Self-Defense Army, and then led everyone in reciting the enlistment oath.

Once everyone's gaze shifted from curiosity to composure, Lin Mo instructed the team members to wait in the secure room before leaving and returning to the main world.

He flew to Bayang, crossed the border via a smuggling route arranged by Dili, and arrived at an abandoned mine the next day.

Lin Mo followed the guide through the mine tunnels and into a makeshift command post made of sheet metal and wooden frames.

A large military map was nailed to the wall, and a simple sand table was placed on the table. Several of Dili's confidants were discussing in hushed tones around the sand table.

Seeing Lin Mo enter, Dili waved her hand, signaling everyone to leave.

"Are you alright?"

Lin Mo approached Dili and looked her up and down.

"No, Master!"

Dilireba looked deeply moved.

"It's good that you're not injured. Tell me what happened!"

"Yes, Master!"

Dili picked up a thin stick and tapped it on the sand table.

"This is our current base, an abandoned chromium mine."

The north and east sides are mountainous, easy to defend and difficult to attack, so they can't break in for the time being.

However, to the south lies the open Gobi Desert, and if the enemy launches a strong attack with armored vehicles, it will be difficult for us to hold our ground.

The west is the only supply line to the outside world, and it's still in our hands, but it's already been probed and attacked twice by the enemy.

As she spoke, she drew a circle in the center of the sand table with a stick:

"After the old leader died, the power split into three factions."

The eastern side belongs to Ata's faction, which has the largest force, at least two thousand men, and the best equipment. It was he who instigated this internal strife.

He has external support and recently smuggled a batch of new rifles and mortars from abroad.

To the west was Fari's faction, led by the old chieftain's son, with a force of just over a thousand. However, I heard last night that they were wiped out and annexed by Ata.

Dilire paused, then pointed the stick at an area marked in blue on the north side of the sand table.

"We are here."

There were originally 1,100 people, but after infighting, some died and others fled, and now there are less than 200 left.

The heavy equipment was mostly lost during the retreat, and the ammunition reserves were only enough to support a medium-sized engagement.

Although the supply lines are still in place, the incoming supplies are far from enough, and medicines and food are becoming scarce.

After she finished speaking, she looked up at Lin Mo:

"The recent firefights have all taken place near the supply lines; the Atta is trying to starve us out."