Jackson's cold gaze swept across everyone, he smiled with satisfaction and continued, "Night attacks are disadvantageous to the enemy, equally so for us. Moreover, they have trenches, attacking uphill is too risky, so I suggest we reassess the situation tomorrow morning. I've already sent my people to scout, I just hope no one gets dragged backward."
"That depends on the specific plan. Are we just going to waste a whole night doing nothing?" the Snow Bear Captain muttered discontentedly, his eyes sharp, staring coldly at Jackson as if a hungry wolf eyeing its prey, exuding a chilling, violent aura.
"What do you want to do?" Jackson raised an eyebrow and replied coldly, his tone turning harsh with a few sharp killing intents. As the small team leader of the Pot Lid Heads, Jackson also had his pride and honor to uphold, unwilling to yield to the unintentional provocation from the Snow Bear Captain.
"The enemy is hastily preparing, and you want us to idle here? Isn't this giving the enemy ti to pull together and defeat us? I suspect your true intentions, and besides, you went privately to et with the enemy despite everyone's objections. None of us know what you discussed, only that the enemy improved their defenses afterward. I hope you can explain this to everyone," the Snow Bear Captain said coldly.
"Do I need to explain to you?" Jackson scoffed disdainfully, "If not for our common goals, if not because higher-ups require cooperation, you're not fit to sit here talking to . Don't forget last ti's failure was due to your arrogance and disobedience."
"Are you looking for death?!" The Snow Bear Captain was instantly furious, standing up with a whoosh, his whole body bursting with a violent fighting spirit, glaring coldly at Jackson like a terrifying primordial beast ready to deliver a lethal blow at any mont. Others stood up as well, calmly watching the scene unfold, gravitating towards Jackson in hostility, unintentionally isolating the Snow Bear Captain, making the situation tense.
"Dissatisfied?" Jackson said coldly, his hand inadvertently moving closer to the military knife strapped to his thigh, his whole body emitting a sharper killing intent. If the Snow Bear Captain was a domineering sword, then Jackson was a sharp blade ready to draw, evenly matched on both sides, hard to distinguish who is superior.
The Snow Bear Captain glanced cautiously around and said coldly, "If that's the case, let's wait and see. I want to see how you're going to command the next battle. After all, it's not my n who will die." With that, he turned and walked to the side, neither hastily nor slowly, exuding a strong sense of confidence and killing intent.
After watching the Snow Bear Captain leave, everyone's eyes inevitably fell on Jackson. The sentence the Snow Bear Captain left behind before leaving stirred sothing within them. In the overnight battles, the ones who suffered the most casualties were precisely the people from the Philippines Country, Yue Country, Korea Country, Malaysia Country, and Yin Country, while Japan Country, Sam Country, and Arctic Bear Country had the least losses, which made the other five countries sowhat uncomfortable inside.
A political scher remains distant, commanding from the back lines, but for soldiers executing orders, watching comrades die one by one, wronged and unjustly, is unbearable. Jackson keenly sensed their thoughts, glancing at the departing Snow Bear Captain. He gained a bit more apprehension for this seemingly crude but internally ticulous guy, whose offhand derogatory remark sowed discord among five countries—a clever tactic indeed.
"Are we really just observing next?" the Japan Country representative asked calmly.
"Know thyself, know thy enemy, a hundred battles, a hundred victories, everyone knows this. Blind attacks will only cost more soldiers and weapons. Who will bear this responsibility? Does anyone here wish to launch an attack overnight?" Jackson looked at the Japan Country representative with a cold glance, sternly questioning, giving no face at all.
Everyone bowed their heads in deep thought, and Jackson continued, "The last defeat boiled down to one reason, internal discord, not so trap causing split forces. As long as we unite sincerely, completing the task is not a problem. If we don't learn from our lessons, the result will be the sa. I will et the opposing commander early tomorrow, does anyone object? You can co with ."
Everyone remained silent, inwardly agreeing with Jackson's suggestion. On this pitch-black night, with rain looming, visibility nearly zero, the enemy holds the higher ground, moreover with trenches to rely on—forcing an assault in such harsh conditions will only add casualties. Everyone chose to comply, shaking their heads without speaking.
"Alright, everyone is tired, go rest. We'll take care of the watch tonight," Jackson said.
Everyone dispersed and returned to their respective camps. Jackson watched them leave, made a gesture, and a person erged from the nearby dense woods, donned in a camouflage suit with thick war paint on their face, blue eyes shining brightly, reaching Jackson in a few steps, holding a sniper rifle, muzzle pointing down.
"Keep an eye on the Snow Bear team. I'm worried those bastards might sneak up overnight. Imdiately report any findings. No matter what, we're all part of a collective. Their failure is a disgrace to the entire coalition," Jackson said solemnly, casting a keen glance into the dark forest, a touch of worry surfacing in his eyes.
The person nodded softly in agreent, turned away, and disappeared into the forest in an instant. Jackson continued speaking through his earpiece, "Brothers, we'll work hard tonight, stay alert, and be careful the enemy doesn't infiltrate. Also, one group will keep a close watch on the situation on the hill. Any questions?"
"No," ca the successive replies through the earpiece.
Jackson looked up at the night sky, the moon still behind the clouds. It looked like heavy rain was coming. Jackson shook his head, forcing himself to calm down, then carefully reviewed the previous battles to find any weaknesses from the enemy. Last night's battle resulted in losses twice what Luo Zheng estimated, posing a great difficulty for Jackson, not knowing how to explain it to the respective countries. He quietly murmured, "A pity, it would've been great if we weren't enemies."
Simultaneously, Luo Zheng was also looking at the moonlight, contemplating and analyzing the soldiers, hoping to discern the opponent's tactics and weaknesses. After regulating his breathing for over two hours, the chest wound hurt less, but Luo Zheng knew he couldn't fight intensely anymore. Thinking of the enemy's ferocity and cunning, Luo Zheng's face grew solemn.
All around was a busy scene, everyone preparing various tasks. Lan Xue stood by on guard, holding her weapon, watching the surroundings vigilantly, not missing a single suspicious spot. The enemy's strength made Lan Xue sowhat apprehensive, especially the ninja who defeated Luo Zheng, who hasn't appeared since. Who knows if he'll infiltrate and attempt an assassination?
"Looks like it's going to rain," Luo Zheng suddenly said softly, looking at the forest at the foot of the mountain when a surge of anxiety swept over him. Luo Zheng was startled, pulling Lan Xue quickly into the trench with alertness.
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