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Chapter 482 - 314 The Art of War

Chapter 482: Chapter 314 The Art of War

Meanwhile, in a stony hollow to the east of the town.

A 15-person armed squad disguised as government troops was regrouping.

Apart from the three on lookout, everyone was sleeping on the ground, but their firearms were never out of reach.

"Captain!"

Chu Tian opened his eyes and instinctively gripped his automatic rifle.

"Captain! An urgent piece of intelligence has come in from above!" said a team member in a hushed voice amidst the darkness.

"Speak!"

"According to the latest intelligence we’ve acquired, our target is currently stationed in Harasta Town to the west."

Chu Tian perked up at this news.

"Harasta Town? That’s barely more than an hour’s journey away. Wake everyone up; we leave immediately!"

...

Two hours later, under the cover of night, fifteen members of the Dragon Hunting Team reached the outskirts of the town.

From here, they could see the lights at the town’s centre.

"There sure are a lot of them. Judging by the vehicles and the range of their activities, there are at least 150 armed people here."

Chu Tian, using military binoculars, closely observed the enemy’s location.

His extensive experience allowed him to quickly estimate the rough size of the enemy force.

"150 people?!" exclaimed a teammate, startled.

"Didn’t the intel say there were only seventy or eighty of them? How did it double all of a sudden?"

"There’s no such thing as unchanging intelligence. I estimate that they’ve likely absorbed some of the recently defeated rebels, swelling their numbers," Chu Tian guessed.

"So what do we do? The enemy outnumbers us more than ten to one. Do we need to request reinforcements?"

Chu Tian thought for a moment and shook his head. "It’s too late for that."

"Based on their previous patterns of movement, they never stay in one place for more than a day, which means they will definitely pack up and leave tomorrow morning.

Given their previous marching route, I analyze that they will most likely attempt an escape to the west into Lebanon.

Even if they don’t, once they retreat to the rebel-controlled rear areas for rest and reorganization, the dangers for a small unit like ours trying to infiltrate will skyrocket.

This means the longer we wait to act, the higher the risk.

So... we only have this one chance!"

"Captain, are you saying we fight today?"

"Yeah! Fight!" Chu Tian declared decisively, brimming with the bravery of an expert.

"Hey! It’s been a while since we’ve had such an exciting battle. Captain, how do we fight?"

The teammates, facing an enemy ten times their number, showed no fear, but were rather eager for the challenge.

"Engaging in battle during the day, given the disparity in numbers, would only put us at a greater disadvantage.

Therefore, a night raid is our best option!

Even if the night raid fails, we can use the darkness to make a temporary retreat...

Xiao Liu, you take two people and approach from the southeastern corner of the town, first eliminating the closest sentry post. The sniper needs to watch out for any concealed sentries...

Northeast Tiger, the moment our stealth approach is blown, immediately take out their heavy firepower positions. Heizi, you’re in charge of observation and cover..."

...

In the Meng family courtyard.

"Tsk! Student Yan Weiwei, where can I possibly find space to stick this? The back of your head is almost completely covered..."

Meng Lang held a paper strip, looking at Yan Weiwei, who was covered in strips of paper like a Soul Summoning Banner with only her eyes showing, struggling to find a spot for it.

Rural nightlife is scarce, and the infrastructure of the village is not well-developed, with visibility dropping to nil just a few dozen meters from one’s doorstep.

So the defeated Yan Weiwei foolishly suggested continuing to play Dou Dizhu.

And to make it worse... it was the kind with punishments...

And then... she was covered with them.

"Ah~ this is too much! Even if it’s you guys, why can’t I beat Xiao Yu?!" Yan Weiwei cried out in frustration.

At this moment, everyone’s faces were adorned with more or fewer paper strips, aside from Yan Weiwei’s miserable state; Lin Haitang and Meng Lang also had seven or eight on their faces.

In contrast, Xiao Yu, who had only just learned to play that day, had the fewest strips on her face.

"Hehe!" Xiao Yu wiggled the paper strip on her forehead, "Because this game is very simple!"

Meng Lang glanced at Xiao Yu.

You may have lost to us because of experience, but losing to Xiao Yu is purely a matter of intelligence...

Even he couldn’t help but marvel at Xiao Yu’s memory and quick grasp of the game.

She had managed to learn how to count cards in just an afternoon’s time!

Physically fit, highly intelligent, it seemed there was nothing she wasn’t good at.

The more time Meng Lang spent with Xiao Yu, the more he felt.

Compared to himself, Xiao Yu seemed more like the "savior template"...

"Alright, Weiwei, it’s getting late; let’s wrap it up for today," Lin Haitang said, shaking her head helplessly.

"No way! Who leaves right after winning? Let’s battle until dawn!"

Meng Lang rolled his eyes, stood up, and patted Xiao Yu on the head.

"You might not need sleep, but Xiao Yu does!

Now is a crucial time for a child’s intellectual development; adequate sleep is essential for healthy growth. Experts say that elementary school children need at least 10 hours of sleep every day.

"Look at it one way, this is about Xiao Yu’s personal health and growth; but in the grander scheme of things, it’s an issue related to the future of the Human Destiny Community!"

"Hmph! If you don’t want to play, then don’t, but bringing up the Human Destiny Community... Oh! So me playing Fight the Landlord is holding back the progress of humanity, huh?"

Yan Weiwei pouted her lips.

Yep! Spot on!

"Ahem! Then everyone should go to sleep early! I’ll be in the next room. If you need anything, just come and find me."

"Mmm! Uncle, good night!"

It wasn’t until Meng Lang had left that Lin Haitang touched her face somewhat quizzically.

If you’re going to bed early, then just go to bed—why were you staring at me just now?

Did I miss a piece of paper on my face?

...

"Hey! Seems like they’re heading back to their rooms to rest!"

Downstairs, Yang Hui had been listening for any sounds coming from upstairs. When the playful noises gradually died out, she poked Mr. Meng’s arm.

"Let them rest if they’re going to rest; you make it seem like you’re eavesdropping," Mr. Meng said casually while playing Candy Crush.

"Go away!" Yang Hui shot him a glance, feeling somewhat vexed.

"You see, with Xiao Lang bringing one girl back, we would’ve got the hint, right? But he had to bring two, and they both seem to get along well with him.

And he wants me to see which one is interested in him? How am I supposed to know that!"

Mr. Meng looked up at his wife and said, "Leave the young people to sort it out themselves. Don’t interfere needlessly. I’m telling you, the waters run deep here!"

"Hm? From what you’re saying, it seems like you know something," Yang Hui said suspiciously, eyeing Mr. Meng.

"Ahem! I just know that Weiwei’s family must be no small deal!" Mr. Meng whispered conspiratorially.

"Do you know what year that bottle of Moutai they brought was from? Its market value... could cover our family’s expenses for a whole year. I was so scared that I didn’t dare to drink much of it!"

"What? It’s that expensive?" Yang Hui gasped, then pondered for a moment.

"Right! No wonder Weiwei looked a bit clumsy when she was helping just now; she definitely doesn’t seem like someone who does household chores often."

It seemed she had just thought of something else, and suddenly she glared at Mr. Meng.

"Hey! Don’t tell me you’re tempted just because you see money, thinking they’re rich folks?"

Mr. Meng rolled his eyes, "If it’s about being tempted by money, you should talk to your son, not me!"

"Mmm... Although Weiwei is also pretty good, Haitang seems more like someone who knows how to manage daily life, and she’s a lawyer, career-driven as well..."

Yang Hui immediately fell into a blissful conundrum, looking a bit conflicted.

"Hey! Help me figure this out, which of them is better?"

"Figure out what? Regardless of whom he chooses, my Meng family can’t lose! Heh heh!"

Mmm! Seems... that’s actually the case?

Yang Hui laughed as well.

So she quickly let go of the quandary over who to choose, and began to think about how to make them stay for a couple more days to give a good assist.

Mmm! And in the meantime, enjoy the pleasure of having a daughter around.

Xiao Yu was just so lovable...

But...

"I feel like I’ve seen her somewhere before..."

...

The second-floor room.

After closing the door behind him, Meng Lang hesitated for a long while...

So this door... should I lock it or not?

According to the description in "Love Song," the precise time for ’people meeting after dusk’ should be the second day after returning home.

There at least needed to be a sweet scene of ’entwined fingers’ yet...

But now that I’ve disrupted the future, what if Lin Haitang decides to get straight to the point?

Sigh! Just go with the flow...

After all, I usually don’t lock the door when I sleep...

Time passed bit by bit until silence pervaded, accompanied only by the chirping of insects, and sleep still eluded me!

"Sigh!"

There’s a kind of staying up late that’s filled with anticipation in the heart...

I might as well get up and turn on the desk lamp.

Between Damascus and Country Hua, there’s about a 5-hour time difference. Looking at the clock, it seemed that the battle there was about to start...

Whether it’s on the battlefield or the field of love, in this moment I desperately need my brothers to use their vast experience and wisdom to help me strategize...

He pulled out the book.

There, on the somewhat yellowed cover, four ancient and powerful characters sprang forth—

"Mengzi’s Art of War"!

Mmm...

Meng Lang’s mouth twitched.

Okay! I did ask you guys to help me strategize, but I didn’t ask you to produce an actual military treatise...

First, there was "Meng’s Spring and Autumn Annals," and now "Mengzi’s Art of War." Do you want all the famous people from the Spring and Autumn and Warring States Periods to have Meng as their surname?

I just hope that with such a ’grand’ title, the contents aren’t all style and no substance...

While Meng Lang critiqued himself, he slowly turned the pages of the book.

"[The art of war is this: do not depend on the enemy not coming, but rely on our own readiness to receive him; not on the chance of his not attacking, but rather on the fact that we have made our position unassailable...]"