Lean avoided answering, but handed over a document, "Second Lieutenant Roy, please help me send this document to the Munitions Department."
"Yes, I'll go right away," Roy glanced at Lean uneasily. Seeing that there was no abnormal emotion on the other person's face, he took the file and turned around to leave.
After taking a few steps, the man behind him suddenly called out to him, "Wait a minute."
Roy's expression changed drastically. He stopped without turning around, "Is there anything else?"
The panic in the young voice betrayed his emotions at the moment and confirmed Lien's suspicion.
His golden pupils flashed through a few complicated things. He half-curved his lips and said in a calm tone, "Second Lieutenant Roy, thank you for your hard work."
"Second Lieutenant Lean, you are so polite. This is what I should do. I will go over first."
"kindness."
Lien stood there alone, staring at the other person's retreating back, his eyes dark.
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The night in Kossel is cool, and a bright moon hangs in the blue sky, quiet and peaceful.
The bright moonlight flowed silently, spreading quietly on the earth, and also coated the still brightly lit headquarters office building with a faint dark silver.
In an office in the headquarters, a black figure was sitting at the desk, holding a pen and writing something on the paper.
In the quiet office, the only sound that could be heard was the "swish" sound of the pen tip writing on it. The thin figure always maintained the posture of bending over the desk, motionless.
The pen in the young man's hand never stopped, his perfect sculpture-like profile formed a firm arc, and his clear and bright eyes stared at the words on the paper, filled with meanings.
After a long time, the young man put down his pen and took a sip from the cup on the table with his slender fingers, only to find that the liquid inside had already cooled down.
The sour taste spread between his lips and teeth and entered his stomach along his throat. The uncomfortable feeling made him frown slightly.
He raised his hand slightly and glanced at his watch. The hour hand was already pointing to the number 12. Seeing that some of the documents on the table were still unfinished, the young man rubbed his sore temples, cheered up and focused on the documents again.
At this moment, the closed door was opened a crack from the outside, and a tall figure walked in from the outside.
Perhaps because they didn't want to disturb the young man, the people closest to him slowed down and moved closer, step by step.
The person bending over the table smelled the familiar scent, his beautiful black eyes flashed slightly, and then he continued what he was doing.
The man who entered the room said nothing, with a faint smile in his golden eyes. The yellowish light in the room drew a silhouette of the man's arrogant and broad figure, and hit the floor diagonally.
He walked up behind the young man, took off his coat without saying a word, put it on the other man's body, then pulled up a chair and sat next to him.
Leng Ling drew circles on the document and glanced slightly, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"
The corner of Li En's mouth curled up, "Seeing that you haven't come back, I guessed that you were here." He leaned his head over and looked at the contents of the document, "What are you writing?"
"Combat plan," Leng Ling put down the pen and handed the document to Li En, "Take a look."
Lien took the document, looked at it carefully, then pointed to the paragraph above and said, "I think a raid or guerrilla approach can be used here."
