Courtyard House: A System Connecting Two Worlds, Resources for the Nation

"You guys are absolutely despicable! If you're so capable, why don't you fight head-on? This is just a sneak attack!"

The bald man's major general glared at Commander Sun, his eyes burning with fury as if he wanted to devour him whole.

But the victor is king and the loser is a bandit. He was already locked up in a cell with his hands bound, so saying these things was nothing more than impotent rage.

Commander Sun wasn't angry at all. He smiled and had someone pour him a cup of hot water and offer him a cigarette.

"Young comrade, don't be angry. We've already marked the location of your ship's sinking. If you'd like to go back and take a look, we can send someone to take you there."

The person opposite him knew, of course, that he was just being perfunctory, so he immediately shut his mouth and remained silent.

The reality is that our own destroyer was sunk by three small boats; saying anything more would only be humiliating.

After chatting with the other party for a few minutes, and seeing that he was about to break the other party's defenses, Commander Sun shook his clothes with satisfaction, stood up and left the prison.

His adjutant was waiting for him at the prison gate!

Upon seeing him come out, she couldn't suppress her smile and nodded excitedly at Commander Sun.

This immediately relieved Commander Sun, and he quickly walked to his adjutant's side, lowering his voice: "Did it work out?"

"It's done! My main point is that the C-14's wolfpack tactics are not feasible at the current scale, so we need more missile boats!"

The adjutant lowered his voice, his tone trembling with excitement: "The higher-ups said they'll approve ten more C14s and three 022s for us. Also, they've instructed us to quickly summarize our experience using the manual and develop a training syllabus, which may be promoted to other fleets later."

Commander Sun immediately grinned, but before his laughter could escape, he coughed lightly to suppress it: "Go, make me a cup of tea! Then report the results of the battle."

Now that the higher-ups have agreed to allocate thirteen more missile boats to them, why not hurry up and report the results to the commander so he can be happy too?

The adjutant responded and turned to run towards the command post.

Just as he was about to make the call, he suddenly remembered something, and his body involuntarily trembled.

Sure enough, a day later, while Commander Sun was drinking tea and reading the newspaper, the phone in the command room suddenly rang.

He had barely picked up the phone, before he even put his ear to it, when a thunderous roar erupted from the other end: "You, surnamed Sun!"

Commander Sun instinctively moved the receiver a few inches away. They were all old acquaintances; he knew who was on the other end as soon as the first word came out.

"Are you even human? You won a battle and didn't report your victory first, but now you want equipment! Do you think the South China Sea Navy is the only one like us? We in the North China Sea are practically being trampled on by the Russians, do you even know that? And that American country isn't any better!"

While listening to the shouting through the receiver, Commander Sun slowly finished his tea before bringing the receiver back to his ear: "Old Zhang, you're too hot-tempered. It's bad for your liver. I'll send you two pounds of chrysanthemum tea later."

"Screw you! Do you even know what the hell is going on in Beihai right now? You're just quietly making a fortune, taking away over a dozen of those new missile boats. Can't you be any more greedy?"

"able."

Commander Sun remained calm and composed, his tone perfectly even: "Actually, I wanted more, but the higher-ups wouldn't approve!"

After a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, the cursing grew even louder: "You son of a bitch—! Fine! You just wait, you surnamed Sun! I'm going to Guangzhou for a meeting next month, and I'll stop by your place on the way. Don't you dare try to run away!"

"If you come, I'll prepare chives for you, but I won't give you a missile boat."

Snapped--

The call was immediately disconnected.

Commander Sun had just put down the receiver when the phone rang again.

This time it was Commander Lin of the East China Sea Fleet, his voice even more urgent than the previous one: "Old Sun, you know the situation on my side. Last year in the August 6th naval battle, we took down Baldy's Jianmen and Zhangjiang, and they've been trying to get revenge ever since. Unexpectedly, their Yang-class destroyers all went to your territory and suffered such a huge loss!"

"We've been friends for so many years, could you lend me a few of your missile boats? I don't need many, just five! Five!"

The two ships previously sunk by the East China Sea Fleet were both anti-submarine vessels, and their combined size was not even as large as a single Yang-class destroyer.

After suffering this loss, the Bald Army's forces switched to using larger ships every time they came to harass them, causing the East China Sea Fleet a great deal of trouble.

That's why the commander of the East China Sea Fleet was so anxious after Commander Sun sent the battle report to his superiors.

Three missile boats sank the Yang-class destroyer!

If their East China Sea Fleet had five ships, let's see if the bald guy would still dare to swagger into their jurisdictional waters!

"It can't be allocated to you. The higher-ups allocated it to the South China Sea region. If I were to allocate it to you, what would I say if they asked me about it later?"

"You...you...you just said that several ships sank during sea trials!"

"Old Lin! What are you saying, insulting people? Every single soldier in my South China Sea Fleet is top-notch. If a ship sinks during a sea trial, wouldn't that be a huge blunder?"

"You bastard surnamed Sun, you just don't want to give it to me, do you?"

"I want to give it, but I can't, I can't!"

"You wait, I'm going to Guangzhou next week!"

"Come over, I'll treat you to dinner."

"roll!"

The call ended again.

Commander Sun put down the receiver, leaned back in his chair and let out a long breath, then chuckled.

He slowly picked up the enamel mug on the table. The tea inside had cooled down a bit, but he still drank it with relish.

The adjutant stood beside him, a smile on his face.

After a slight hesitation, he whispered, "Commander, things are so urgent in the North Sea and East Sea. Should we inform our superiors?"

Commander Sun put down his teacup and waved his hand: "No need. Let them rant. Once they're done, they can go find whoever they want to talk to."

We've known each other for so many years, who doesn't know each other's situation?

The two people who called to berate him weren't just criticizing him for eating alone.

More importantly, it also sends a signal to higher authorities: We also need new missile boats; we cannot favor one over the other!

The fiercer their mother is, the more urgent their attitude towards those above them becomes.

But what secretly pleased Commander Sun the most was that the fact that he had applied for equipment in advance only accounted for a small part of the reason why these two were so angry.

The South China Sea Fleet sank the Yang-class destroyer on the bald man's side with three missile boats, and that's the real deal!

Those two old guys talked a lot of nonsense, but it can all be summed up in two words: they're just jealous!

Commander Sun smiled and took another sip of tea.

Tsk tsk tsk, it smells so good!