At a certain military base, various engineering vehicles were working busily and orderly, with countless soldiers also joining in. The base had been destroyed once; a large number of barracks and equipnt were unusable, and the ground was pitted and bumpy. To quickly rebuild the base and put it to use, Sam Country put in a great deal of effort, and the local governnt allocated a lot of manpower and material resources to assist. The sharp attacks by the Hook Tribe made the local governnt uneasy, as if the completion of the military base could provide them with so sense of security.
Around a large tent, over a hundred fully ard soldiers surrounded it tightly, not allowing anyone to approach. On the open grassland, a transport aircraft was parked along with a dozen helicopters. Inside the tent was a temporary command center, with a long makeshift conference table in the middle. On either side sat over a dozen school officers, and at the head was unexpectedly Jackson, who was looking spiritedly at everyone around.
"Gentlen, you didn't expect to return, did you? I didn't expect it either. It's an honor to fight alongside all of you once again. I hope we can cooperate sincerely to create a new endeavor. This ti, I have brought you a gift. Everyone present will be promoted by one rank, but there's a condition: we must rescue our captured brothers," Jackson said calmly, looking more restrained and mature than before.
Sitting next to him was the regint commander who had fought alongside Jackson. He had little hope for Jackson's talk of a rescue, as similar things had happened before and ended miserably. But not wanting to embarrass Jackson, he cooperated with a dry smile: "Congratulations on once again becoming our commander. I will continue to obey your orders."
Others also expressed their willingness to support Jackson's command. A new official often burns three fires upon taking office, and no one wanted to provoke him, especially during such turbulent tis, when any random accusation could bring trouble. Jackson was very satisfied with this result and, recalling the President's advice before departure, his expression beca serious as he continued: "Gentlen, rescuing our brothers is our first battle and the main topic of today's eting. If anyone has suggestions, feel free to speak up."
"Commander, I an no offense. Before you arrived, we had collectively studied and decided on a rescue plan, which has already been implented," the Chief of Staff said solemnly.
"Oh? What plan?" Jackson asked in surprise.
"We sent out three Pot Lid Head Special Warfare Groups to infiltrate from three directions, decapitate, and capture key hostages to exchange for our brothers," the Chief of Staff hastily explained.
Upon hearing this, Jackson sank into thought, his expression darkening as he pursued the question: "The enemy isn't stupid. This plan seems feasible, but the success rate isn't high. What's the current situation?"
"Please allow to go next door to the staff departnt to inquire," the Chief of Staff said apologetically.
"Go," Jackson said in a deep voice.
The Chief of Staff got up, walked outside, and hurriedly entered a tent next door. Soon, he ca out, looking defeated, his face full of dejection, and returned to the command center. Everyone, seeing his expression, knew sothing had gone wrong, and they beca tense, staring at the Chief of Staff in silence.
"Is there a mistake?" Jackson could tell at a glance that sothing was wrong and coldly pursued the question.
"Yes, five minutes ago we received a distress call, and two minutes ago, our ard helicopter sent for support was hit by the enemy. The three Pot Lid Head teams were completely wiped out, with no survivors," the Chief of Staff said, his voice low and filled with grief.
"What?" Jackson's expression changed dramatically, and he roared: "The Pot Lid Heads were my last trump card left for you. I solemnly reminded you before leaving not to deploy them easily. Wait for the new commander to arrive, and then... But you..." Jackson was so angry that his face turned ashen, speechless, leaning back in his chair and coldly glancing at everyone.
"Commander, please calm down. The brothers wanted to achieve sothing and give the new commander a gift. The plan was a collective decision, so the Chief of Staff can't be fully blad. We didn't expect that all three Pot Lid Heads would be wiped out. There might be an issue here; why not find out more first?" the regint commander hurriedly diated.
"Speak, what exactly happened?" Jackson, having suffered too many setbacks and failures, had instead strengthened his resolve. He quickly regained his composure, looked at the Chief of Staff, and inquired, his eyes slightly closed, suppressing his dissatisfaction and killing intent. His forbearance ability had significantly heightened after being defeated by Luo Zheng last ti.
"Yes." The Chief of Staff gratefully glanced at the regint commander and explained earnestly: "The three Pot Lid Heads infiltrated from the southeast and north. The east didn't have an opportunity and had to bypass to the north, while the south almost succeeded but diverted north after being exposed. After the three teams rged, they discovered they were being pursued and plotted an ambush, but encountered a fierce counterattack from the enemy. Surrounded, they had to break out. Only three managed to break out, but the enemy pursued them closely. In the end, only one sniper escaped, who then called for helicopter support but was struck by missile attacks. That's the general situation."
"Lack of focus, greed for rits, underestimation of the enemy. Your entire plan exposed three shortcomings. Ultimately, it was due to your lack of understanding of the enemy, arrogance, thinking that with the Pot Lid Heads, you could sweep through everything. The combat power of the Pot Lid Heads is undeniable, but don't forget, other countries also have their strongest forces," Jackson scolded discontentedly.
Everyone lowered their heads in sha. Jackson, thinking of the loss of three Pot Lid Heads, was heartbroken and coldly continued scolding: "The intention is comndable, but the plan is foolish. Three Pot Lid Heads! How many such teams does our country even have? Can we afford to lose them? Even the Pot Lid Heads were defeated, completely wiped out. What impact does this have on military morale? Have you thought about it?"
Everyone kept their heads down, silent, their faces grim. On the battlefield, victory makes a hero, but losing makes a fool, with no excuses or reasons. Jackson coldly glanced at everyone's aggrieved expressions, his anger rising a bit more, and snapped: "What, feeling wronged? Since we ca to this damn place and built this damn base, fought several damn battles with the damn enemy, seven Pot Lid Heads have already been sacrificed. The nation only assigned us ten Pot Lid Heads in total. Who can bear such imnse losses?"
Everyone remained silent, as no one could argue against the facts. Although the previous four Pot Lid Heads were sacrificed while Jackson was in command, the loss of three at once was no small number either. Moreover, with Jackson now promoted by a rank, personally appointed by the President, and reinstated as commander, he was in the lilight. Who dared to provoke him?
"Commander, calm down. Everyone acted with good intentions. Now that things have reached this point, let's think about how to redy it. Now that you've arrived, all is well; everyone will listen to you," the regint commander quickly ca out to diate, reminding Jackson.
Jackson was montarily startled and then realized that having regained command, what he needed was a united effort from everyone. Severing relationships would be detrintal to work. He sighed helplessly and coldly said: "The matter has already happened and is irreversible. Let's continue today's agenda. If we don't rescue our brothers, we'll always be at a disadvantage. Who wants to start?"
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