A night passed.
Early the next morning, Ling Chen received a call from Jiang Yunkai. They had gotten off the plane and were preparing to head towards the desert. After getting Agula’s consent, Ling Chen revealed his location to Jiang Yunkai, asking him to co directly here.
"Mr. Ling, our General invites you to breakfast," a lieutenant walked into the tent where Ling Chen spent the night and said.
"Alright, I’ll be right there."
Given the current situation, forming a good relationship with Agula was extrely necessary. If he could leverage Agula’s power and ask for his help, his chances of rescuing the porridge girl would be much greater. Otherwise, with just their group and a lack of weapons and equipnt, it would be no different from a suicide mission.
The breakfast Agula prepared was quite lavish, perhaps because he had stayed in East Sea City for a few years; the style of breakfast was similar to that of his ho country.
"General Agula, thank you for the invitation."
"No need to be so formal. Mr. Ling, you are a few years older than , there’s no need to call General. If you don’t mind, just call Agula."
"How can I do that? After all, you’re the future national leader, I..."
Agula smiled, waving his hand, and said: "Mr. Ling, a national leader is still an ordinary person. You don’t need to worry too much. Honestly, I yearn for my previous life even more. If it weren’t for my father’s incident, I wouldn’t have taken on this responsibility so early. Managing a country... really isn’t easy. Besides, you see my current situation; I’m no different from a stray dog."
Ling Chen asked, "Agula, is your situation very troubleso now?"
"More than troubleso." Agula gave a bitter smile and said: "Currently, there are three rebel forces in the country. The ones who attacked us last night were just one of them. As you saw, just one rebel force outnumbers and outguns us. If it cos to a fight, our chances of winning are very low."
"How many people do you have left?"
"The army that escaped with into the desert is just over three thousand, but each rebel force numbers in the tens of thousands. However, according to my intel, we still have so governnt troops controlled by the rebels. Because of their numbers, the rebels want to persuade them to join, so they haven’t killed them. If we can rescue them, I will have a nurical advantage. Moreover, there’s a secret weapons cache in a city over four hundred kiloters from the desert. The rebels don’t know about it. If I can get the weapons from that cache, I can equip a well-ard army, and resolving the rebel threat will be a breeze."
Upon hearing this, Ling Chen imdiately understood the true purpose of Agula’s breakfast invitation.
The other party was seeking help!
Putting down the bread in his hand, Ling Chen looked at Agula’s pleading eyes and said, "You want us to help you?"
Agula nodded and said, "That’s right. Brother Ling, I’m well aware of your capabilities. There are things my n can’t do, but for you, they’re a piece of cake. If you can help rescue the other governnt troops and transport the weapons from the cache to the desert, I assure you, I will definitely send troops to assist you in rescuing your friend."
Ling Chen looked seriously at Agula, seemingly hesitating whether to agree to the terms.
"Brother Ling, my situation is dire, I hope you can help , consider it as a favor."
"You will really use your resources to help ?"
"I swear."
Ling Chen smiled faintly: "Oaths are the least reliable thing, they can only fool children." After a pause, Ling Chen said, "How about this, I can help you as long as you keep your promise. If you change your mind later, I have ways to deal with you."
When dealing with soone like this, promises are hollow, so it’s best to lay out the ugly truth first. Besides, Ling Chen indeed needed Agula’s help now.
Seeing Ling Chen agree, Agula was particularly pleased and quickly nodded, saying, "Brother Ling, rest assured, I will definitely keep my promise."
"Alright! Let’s not talk about anything else, give a copy of the intel later, and I’ll help you deal with it as soon as possible."
"No problem." Agula couldn’t even care about finishing breakfast and imdiately called soone to prepare the intel.
Ten minutes later.
"Ling Cheng, are you really going to help him?" Yuan Yun asked.
"Third Brother, this is our chance. You’ve all seen the intel on the porridge girl’s situation. Our strength alone is too weak. Unless there’s a strong military intervention, our chances of success are very low."
Qiu Yong chid in, "Ling Cheng must have thought this through carefully. We don’t need to doubt it. Since the agreent has been reached, we might as well seize the ti and get it done quickly."
Ling Chen placed a copy of the intel Agula sent on the table and said, "I just reviewed the intel earlier. Those governnt troops are trapped in the city we passed through, about a few thousand of them, held in a sports arena. The defense at the sports arena isn’t very strong, only about a hundred people. Considering our capabilities, we can easily handle it."
"Ling Cheng, you’re the best at this kind of operation. Tell us what to do, and we’ll do everything we can to support you," Qiu Yong said.
"Alright."
...
Bang!
A sudden explosion sent several n flying through the air.
Seeing her bloodied comrades lying on the ground, the porridge girl bit her lip slightly, ignoring the bloodstains on her own body, and quickly instructed others to fill the gaps to prevent the enemies outside from breaking in.
"It’s no good, the enemy’s attack is too fierce. We can’t stop them," Chen Zongming said urgently while holding an assault rifle, his body covered in wounds, looking at the porridge girl.
"Even if we can’t, we must," the porridge girl said firmly. "If we’re short on people, recruit those from the logistics departnt."
"This... alright."
Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye, and the enemy finally ceased their attack, leaving behind bodies and retreating.
Looking at the shattered corridor, the porridge girl ran her hand through her hair and slowly exhaled.
"Get the injured inside and try to save them," she ordered.
Upon her words, everyone, dragging their exhausted bodies, hurriedly got to work. The consecutive days of fighting had drained them all, leaving their faces numb, devoid of any energy.
"You’re hurt," Chen Zongming said, holding the porridge girl’s arm with concern. "Let bandage it for you."
"Thank you!"
"Oh, co on, don’t say thank you, we’re too close for that."
After bandaging the wound, Chen Zongming turned to look at the bodies neatly laid out and sighed softly, "We lost seven or eight more this battle; at this rate, we’ll be consud sooner or later."
The porridge girl lowered her head, silently staring at the ground. She had done everything she could at this point. Faced with such a hopeless situation, she didn’t know what else to do.
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