Chapter 809: Chapter 582: Go Congratulate That Idiot
Indeed, greed is mankind’s original sin.
It must be said that under the temptation of money, Colonel Quinton’s brilliant performance had exceeded Mu Fan’s expectations.
In Black’s battlefield simulation, the battle between the two sides was expected to last more than a week, after which the fully-formed 149th Division would gradually reclaim the Fire Hills area with a slight advantage.
The only thing Black’s simulation couldn’t account for was Colonel Quinton’s level of greed for resources.
“It’s about realms, Mu Fan. You’re still struggling for survival every day, while Colonel Quinton is already fighting for resources…”
Mu Fan listened speechlessly to Black’s commentary. Is that even comparable? But thinking about it, it’s indeed rare to hear Black lay down the big truths.
“Major, should our brothers keep hiding for now?”
Hearing Joe’s inquiry beside him, Major Jerome turned his head to look at Mu Fan, seeking his input.
Over the past few days, Mu Fan’s precise insights had left them in awe, allowing them to cross the blind spots in both sides’ visual fields time and again.
The Fire Hills War Zone troops, which had adopted complete radio silence, had now fully united under Major Jerome’s leadership.
This remaining force, less than two hundred strong, was no longer heard from either in the 149th Division or the 104th Division.
This was a troop that, officially, had been completely sacrificed!
But who would have thought that, at the edge of the battlefield, these individuals were quietly waiting for new instructions.
To soldiers in other war zones, they believed it was due to Major Jerome’s superior command skills.
However, it was an outcome pre-agreed by Mu Fan and Jerome.
Everything displayed on the surface had nothing to do with Mu Fan! All surviving soldiers from the 27th Infantry Company kept the secret closely!
Seeing the other party’s gaze, Mu Fan glanced over the tactical micro display in front of him, “Advance two kilometers from the B5 area in the 8 o’clock direction, it will be a safe zone in 30 minutes.”
In Jerome’s eyes, the mysterious aura around this private grew stronger, and his indifference toward battle achievements made Jerome firmly believe that Mu Fan was definitely an officer from a higher level.
This private must be on some secret mission, and they were the witnesses to this historical moment!
“Private, though it’s your secret, I can’t help but say that your capabilities are truly… stunning. In this war zone on this planet where there’s absolutely no visibility, you seem to possess a Heavenly Eye.”
Mu Fan smiled without responding to this topic, and instead said, “Perhaps the battle in this area is about to end.”
Yes, although both sides had suffered heavy losses, the 149th Division was ultimately going to win this war.
And they would occupy the Fire Hills area with a reluctant yet irrefutable stance, taking this treasure trove rich in rare earth minerals into their fold.
If everything went according to Colonel Quinton’s plan, everything would be wonderful, wouldn’t it?
…
“Treacherous Federation, that piece of intelligence was indeed correct, the enemy had been waiting to assault from here, our front line is stretched too thin.”
“Are they crazy!”
Hearing the casualty numbers reported by the adjutant, Nimaiya felt his heart bleeding.
The Federation troops on the opposite side seemed to be pumped with adrenaline!
Is this revenge for their earlier invasion of this area?
“Lieutenant Colonel Nimaiya, urgent call from the headquarters.” An officer ran over and saluted, handing over the communicator.
“The Frontier Army has already invested too much force for an unnecessary area. I now order the complete withdrawal of the 33rd Battle Zone’s Frontier Army, all Mecha Battalions, and Tank Camps. Lieutenant Colonel Nimaiya, as the highest frontline commander, you must ensure our survival forces. After withdrawal, promptly report to the headquarters.”
Before he could say a word, the other end abruptly cut off the Sky Communication.
Took a deep breath and then held it in his chest, it seemed he was just pushed out as the scapegoat.
This unwise war ultimately needed someone to take responsibility.
“Order… retreat.”
Finally saying these words felt as if it took all his strength, and for a moment, the expression of this resolute Empire lieutenant colonel was somewhat desolate.
Finally, on Mu Fan’s 25th day on this planet, the Empire forces, launching their assault from the Fire Hills defensive line, began to retreat like a receding tide.
Inside the command vehicle of the 149th Division, Colonel Quinton watched this scene with flushed excitement, feeling breathless.
His plan had finally succeeded!
The blindly loyal guys from the 104th Division had successfully created such a favorable situation with their lives for him.
“Hahahaha… today is indeed a wonderful day, my plan is simply perfect.”
While laughing, he opened his treasured wine and poured himself half a glass, savoring it beautifully before looking at Major Gerry behind him.
“Isn’t that right, Major Gerry?”
“Of course, Colonel Quinton, you are the wisest person on this planet.” Major Gerry bowed respectfully, giving him a light yet effective compliment.
Leading to another burst of laughter from this division commander, who said that remote places didn’t have profit? It was just that the mediocre couldn’t see the opportunity to make a fortune.
“Colonel, a call from the superior Military Department.”
A guard hurried in, whispered something into his ear.
Clicking his tongue, Quinton thought for a moment before looking at Gerry with a smile on his face, “The superior Military Department is inquiring about that new recruit’s situation, what do you say I should respond with, Gerry?”
“Executed a simple escort mission, but unexpectedly, the allied base along with the recruit was struck down by the Empire forces.” Gerry modified the wording a bit.
“Perfect! Your brain really comes in handy.” Snapping his fingers, Colonel Quinton tidied his collar, then walked out with a solemn expression.
To deal with those distant military officials, and then to take over his “treasure trove.”
…
“What, Mu Fan is dead?”
The Falcon exclaimed.
“Yes, boss. That’s the response Quinton just gave me, killed by the Empire forces during an escort mission.” Light Wave replied with a look of helplessness, even though this statement felt like a gross insult to his intelligence.
“Is this Quinton’s head filled with women’s used sanitary pads?” Falcon finally couldn’t help but curse because on the display in front of Light Wave, the life indicator light representing Mu Fan was constantly on and active…
Even though they had no satellite or aerial view, it didn’t mean they had no means to monitor Mu Fan.
The other party was essentially insulting the entire crew of the Flying Dragon.
“Boss, should I go and scold him?”
Light Wave scratched his head and asked.
“No need, go and congratulate that fool, wish him great military glory.”
The Falcon puffed on a cigar, his eyes distant, refusing to have his intelligence dragged down to the same level as a pig’s.
“Yes, boss!”
So Light Wave sent well-wishes from the “superior Military Department” to Colonel Quinton, indicating that when people die, they die, and no one can guarantee what happens on the battlefield.
Upon receiving the reply from the superior Military Department, Quinton, who was wearing a sorrowful expression, said a few more insincere words before putting down the communicator.
Then, looking at Gerry standing beside him, the two exchanged glances and laughed heartily.
“You see, it just passed like that. If he were truly from a noble family, how could the response be this kind? And how could he have been sent over without a formal notice? Gerry, I highly value you, you should learn more about the intricacies here.”