Strongest Soldier King Chapter 1216 1216: Wu Dinghe's Distress

Wu Dinghe returned to his office but hadn't had the chance to sit down when the urgent ringing of the phone at his desk startled him. His body was weary and weak, desperately wanting to sit and rest for a mont. However, the ringing noise enraged him, prompting a desire to reprimand whoever was insensitive enough to call at this mont. Stepping up to the desk, he noticed it was the internal line, causing him to pause and then be greatly alard.

The internal line, also known as the secret hotline, was not a number just anyone could know. This line directly connected to the National Chairman to facilitate tily communication and command. Clearly, this was an imnsely important call. Wu Dinghe was shocked, feeling a pang in his abdon again, but he dared not run, suppressing the impulse to use the bathroom as he picked up the phone and respectfully said, "This is Wu Dinghe, may I ask if this is the Chairman?"

The secret hotline required soone to connect the call. Wu Dinghe wasn't sure if the person was the line operator or the Chairman himself, so he had to ask a bit more. A stern and slightly displeased voice answered seriously: "It's ."

"Hello, Chairman." Wu Dinghe quickly raised his voice a few degrees and solemnly called out.

"Hmm, there's a situation I need to inform you about," the other party said satisfactorily.

"Please instruct!" Wu Dinghe promptly agreed.

The person on the other end continued, "The guards sent to support you were ambushed by unknown ard forces. Each ambushing team had no more than ten mbers, and five locations have been discovered. However, their destructive power is exceptionally strong, causing considerable trouble to the guards. It's initially judged to be the Huaxia Country Special Forces; their movents are erratic, and their intentions are unclear. The guards are temporarily unable to support you. What's the current situation at the base?"

"Reporting to the Chairman, the base can hold for now, but please arrange dical personnel to co quickly." Wu Dinghe's face drastically changed. How could several small teams trouble a guard unit? Is this still a guard? But he dared not say these words, holding back his anger, and cautiously requested.

"I will arrange it as soon as possible. You must hold the base. Three days, the dical personnel will be in place at most in three days, and I will also dispatch a security regint to arrive within three days," the Chairman solemnly instructed.

"Three days?" Wu Dinghe's face turned bitter, questioning whether anyone could stand up in three days. How to guard then? But he dared not speak out, not even to complain. Though a lieutenant general seems significant, he's quite a few levels lower in front of the National Chairman, especially in a hierarchically strict country like Yue Country. The Chairman said three days; Wu Dinghe didn't dare bargain, or it would reflect his incompetence, risking his position. If a division couldn't hold a base for three days, what use is it?

After hanging up, Wu Dinghe's face was bitter, feeling no longer the abdominal pain, only filled with thoughts of how to hold the base for three days. The ten thousand troops seed a lot, but most were already poisoned, showing various degrees of diarrhea, unable to hold guns steady. How to fight a war like this? Failing to hold ans losing his head. Wu Dinghe didn't dare hesitate, imdiately shouting, "Orderly, go and invite Advisor Jackson here."

Not long after, Jackson was escorted by the guard battalion, looking skeptically at Wu Dinghe. Seeing Wu Dinghe's bitter face and furrowed brow, obviously facing unsolvable issues, at such a ti, encountering unsolvable problems is not a good sign. He quickly asked, "General, what's the matter?"

"I'll tell you so news: the guard unit is being harassed by several small teams and unable to support us. You're aware of the situation; how should we respond next? I want to hear your true opinion," Wu Dinghe said as sincerely as possible, looking at Jackson with a trace of yearning and hope in his eyes.

"Huh?" Wu Dinghe hadn't expected such a situation, his face drastically changing as he intensely stared at Wu Dinghe. Seeing Wu Dinghe wasn't joking, he smiled bitterly and said, "General, the situation is completely out of control. Without the guard's assistance, just relying on a bunch of feeble soldiers, we cannot defend the base. I'm sure those small teams are Huaxia Country's, and their purpose is very clear: to tie down the guard."

"That's quite obvious; just tell what to do?" Wu Dinghe eagerly said.

"It's not difficult. I've observed that we should be facing food poisoning. We can't determine if the enemy did it, but if so, combined with the guards being tied down, I suspect the opponent will attack tonight, maybe even infiltrate. We must guard against this," Jackson reminded.

"That aligns with my thoughts. The problem now is no soldiers, no generals, how to defend?" Wu Dinghe said helplessly. Considering the base might be destroyed, and he could lose his head because of it, his heart grew urgent as he asked, "Advisor, you were recomnded by your country as an expert; facing such a situation, what should we do?"

Jackson hesitated, lowering his head and thinking it over. After a mont, he said, "Judging from the poisoning symptoms, it seems like it was caused by eating sothing contaminated. The exact consequences cannot be determined yet. We can appropriately use saltwater to cleanse the stomach and intestines, especially those with mild poisoning, to see if it can neutralize the virus and restore so fighting capability. If possible, organize these individuals imdiately to guard near the caves, preventing enemy infiltration."

"We can only try that for now, preserve the base first," Wu Dinghe reluctantly agreed, grabbing the phone on the desk and dialing numbers, passing on orders one by one.

Jackson watched Wu Dinghe, internally worrying. His desire to retreat hadn't faded. The base was already like this; it's impossible to defend it. Staying ans waiting for death. After having dealt with Luo Zheng a few tis, Jackson had beco more cunning and cowardly. Facing difficulties, he chose to evade, which was no longer the conduct of a qualified soldier, but the choice of a scher.

Luo Zheng didn't know about any of this, instead, he lay in ambush on a forested hillside, quietly observing the situation, listening to updates from each team. Ghost Hand, Mountain Eagle, and Snow Leopard had already taken their n to their respective targets and reached designated positions, just waiting for Luo Zheng's command.

The special small teams dispersed and sent real-ti ssages, reporting the results and the enemy's movents one by one to allow Luo Zheng to make accurate judgnts. Ti ticked by one second at a ti, the surroundings pitch black, not even seeing a hand outstretched. Fortunately, everyone wore Night Vision Devices. After a while, Luo Zheng felt sothing land on his head and couldn't resist looking up, a few raindrops falling, landing on his face, cool and penetrating.

Luo Zheng was overjoyed, checked his watch, then the sky, finally ti to begin, and imdiately gave a hushed command: "Attention, all units, heavy rain expected in ten minutes. Start action in ten minutes, be careful, everyone."

"Yes," Ghost Hand, Mountain Eagle, and Snow Leopard replied quietly, carrying an air of lethal resolve.