"Thank you for your hard work." Luo Zheng sensed the pain and hardships from the other's words, stood respectfully, and sincerely said, "You are outstanding, you deserve the emblem on your head. Now, your mission is complete, leave the rest to us. Rest assured, I want that officer's head. Tell about his appearance and the layout of that base."
Intentionally getting caught is courage; deliberately attacking the officer to escape, calculating that the enemy won't kill you imdiately but will slowly torture you to death, is strategy. It's impressive that one only reveals the truth at this mont, showing that this is a warrior who is brave, wise, highly alert, and principled—soone worthy of admiration. Everyone beca solemn, casting respectful glances at Man Niu, a mutual respect between soldiers.
Man Niu slowly spilled everything he knew, causing Luo Zheng and others' faces to change dramatically. If this missile stronghold Yue is building succeeds and spreads across the country, couldn't Yue Country easily attack any part of our nation if they wanted to? Moreover, this stronghold is near the border, like pushing a cannon to our doorstep—no wonder Mr. Li places such importance on it.
Luo Zheng was surprised that Man Niu had seen people from Sam Country and Japanese there. This ans the base in Yue Country is supported by Sam Country and Japan, adding a significant layer of conspiracy. Without removing it, we cannot have peace—who would want enemy strategic missiles placed at their doorstep?
After Man Niu finished speaking, Luo Zheng looked at everyone, finally settling his gaze on Scholar, and seriously said, "Brother, please contact your superiors. We might need your people to stay and help."
"No problem, it would be my honor," Scholar readily agreed, quickly summoning a warrior through his Bluetooth earpiece. The warrior had a Single Soldier Radio on him, and Scholar picked it up to call his headquarters.
Scholar's Special Forces equipnt couldn't compare to Luo Zheng and others, needing a Single Soldier Radio for external communication, while Luo Zheng and his team only needed a receiver the size of a walkie-talkie at their waist and an invisible earpiece, allowing for mutual communication and direct satellite links, very convenient.
Quickly, Scholar finished his communication with his headquarters and received new instructions to unconditionally cooperate with Luo Zheng's operations. With such orders, Scholar could legitimately stay—after all, in disciplined forces, staying to help without orders is a taboo, even for national or public good.
With nearly a hundred mbers of Scholar's special squad assisting, Luo Zheng eased a bit. At this ti, Man Niu picked up so stones and branches and laid them on the ground, pointing to the largest one: "This peak is about a thousand ters high, with a stretch of mountains on either side running east-west. The mountains are dense with trees, shrouded in mist and heavy moisture; satellites can hardly spot them. Two rivers wind through the base of the mountain, twelve ters wide at their narrowest and twenty-five at the broadest, with reeds lining the banks. An iron bridge guarded heavily can accommodate military vehicles weighing up to ten tons."
"How is the troop deploynt?" Luo Zheng inquired.
"The main peak is basically hollowed out. Laborers aren't allowed in; those working there all look like soldiers. There are two regints guarding the periter and one solidifies the main peak entrance and interior. Surrounded on all sides, trenches dug in various formations, layered for strategic advantage, and the view stretches wide. There's a minefield ahead of the trenches, density unknown, exploded whenever a laborer tried to escape—appears to be anti-personnel mines," Man Niu continued.
"Gasp?" Everyone took a breath, and Scholar questioned, "Are they regular regints or reinforced regints?"
"Probably reinforced, hard to estimate—each has around three thousand soldiers along with other attached units. The stationed division totals over ten thousand n—this information dates a year back. By now, a year later, the missile launchers should be mostly constructed, missile troops entering—it's hard to say the number," Man Niu replied.
"More than ten thousand n, with missile troops usually comprising brigade-level units of several thousand—their inclusion, even if technical, adds numbers. Our mission is unwavering; having enemy missiles right by our doorstep jeopardizes our safety, never peace," Luo Zheng stated, his expression firming, his gaze sharp toward everyone else.
"Yes." Everyone answered in unison.
"Continue," Luo Zheng looked at Man Niu, urging further.
"All trenches are equipped with anti-aircraft guns and heavy machine guns, covered with wooden shelters ingeniously planted with lots of grapes and produce, solving the troop's food problems. Stealth is high; satellites won't easily detect them. The radar array is in a natural valley behind the peak, resembling a pit from high above, and is also heavily guarded," Man Niu explained.
"These were situations a year back; now, the base construction is almost complete, likely more troops and tighter defense. It indeed is a significant challenge," Scholar seriously looked toward Luo Zheng.
"Would an easy task require us?" Luo Zheng laughed, an eager determination rose within him. He continued, "Organize a squad later to escort the injured away, inform the details to the remaining brothers, see how many you'll leave behind. It's crucial to relieve their sufferings."
"Yes," Scholar hurriedly complied, contemplating inside.
"Any more additions?" Luo Zheng looked at Man Niu, inquiring further.
"Nothing else—all intelligence is a year old and surely inaccurate now," Man Niu said awkwardly but then suddenly recalled sothing, his face turning solemn. "There's sothing, and I don't know if it's helpful to you: recently, many have been brought to prison this past month, only to be taken away within days, never seen again," Man Niu added.
"What do you an?" Luo Zheng asked, perplexed.
"N_details are unclear—recently many get imprisoned, most are wounded, seemingly soldiers, but uncertain. When healed, they're taken elsewhere, unknown departure. I would've been taken too, except for my injury. Those selecting people look like Japanese," Man Niu added.
"Oh?" Luo Zheng was bewildered by this peculiar occurrence, eyeing Lan Xue who was also puzzled, drowning in thought. Ghost Hand and others couldn't decipher it either. Luo Zheng then asked, "What's peculiar about the Japanese selecting people?"
"Don't seem like soldiers—slightly obese, with a ren dan beard, relatively short, their gaze oddly not filled with hate as if studying human anatomy," Man Niu elaborated.
"Uh?" Luo Zheng was confused, smiled wryly, unable to fathom any key, yet discreetly noted this information, and said, "Alright, go rest. Inform imdiately if you rember anything."
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