Chapter five hundred and eighty second to congratulate that fool
Sure enough, greed is the original sin of mankind.
It has to be said that with the stimulation of money, Colonel Quinton's wonderful performance has exceeded Mu Fan's expectations.
In Hei's battlefield deduction, the battle between the two sides should last for more than a week, and then the fully-staffed 149th Division will slowly begin to take back the Fire Hill area with a slight advantage.
As a result, the only thing that Hei's deduction failed to take into account was Colonel Quinton's greed for resources.
"The realm, the realm, Mu Fan. Look at you, you are still fighting for your life day by day. Look at Colonel Quinton, he has already started fighting for resources..."
Mu Fan was speechless as he listened to Hei's emotion. Is this comparable? But think about it, it's rare to hear Hei speak a great truth.
"Major, are the brothers still hiding now?"
Hearing Qiao's question, Major Jerome turned his head and looked at Mu Fan, casting a questioning look.
In the past few days, Mu Fan's precise vision had amazed them, and he could always pass through the blind spots of both sides' vision.
The troops in the Fire Hill Theater, who have maintained complete radio silence, have been completely united under the leadership of Major Jerome.
There is no news about the remaining troops of less than 200 men, whether in the 149th Division or the 104th Division.
This is a force that has completely sacrificed itself openly!
However, who would have thought that at this moment, on the edge of the battlefield, these people are quietly waiting for new instructions.
For soldiers in other theaters, they thought it was Major Jerome's superb command level.
However, this is the result that Mu Fan and Jerome have already agreed on.
Everything shown has nothing to do with Mu Fan! All the surviving soldiers of the 27th Infantry Company strictly kept secrets!
Seeing the other party's gaze, Mu Fan swept his eyes from the miniature combat light screen in front of him, "Push forward two kilometers from the B5 area to the 8 o'clock direction. It will be a safe zone in 30 minutes."
In Jerome's eyes, the mysterious color of this private began to become more and more intense, and his indifferent attitude toward military exploits made him firmly believe that Mu Fan must be an officer from a higher level.
This private must be performing some mysterious mission, and he and others are witnesses of history!
"Private, although this is your secret, I still can't help but say that the ability you have shown is so... shocking. There is no vision at all in the war zone on this planet, but you seem to have a pair of
Eye of Heaven."
Mu Fan smiled and did not answer the topic, but said: "Maybe the battle in this area is about to end."
Yes, although both sides suffered heavy losses, the 149th Division would eventually win this war.
And he will settle in the Fire Hill District with a reluctant but unwilling attitude, taking this cornucopia rich in rare earth minerals into his pocket.
If we follow Colonel Quinton's plan, everything will be wonderful, right?
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"The insidious Federation, as expected, that information is correct. The opponent has been waiting to attack from here. Our front is too long."
"Are they crazy?"
Listening to the adjutant's report on the number of casualties of the troops, Nemekhya felt his heart bleed.
The federal troops on the opposite side were like chicken blood!
Is this retaliation for their previous invasion of this area?
"Lieutenant Colonel Nemekhya, a call from the general headquarters." An officer ran over, saluted with a military salute, and handed over the communicator.
"Now the Winger Army has invested too many troops in an unnecessary area. Now I order the 33rd Theater Wing Army to evacuate all the mecha battalions and tank battalions. Lieutenant Colonel Nimekhya, as the top commander of the front line
Officer, we must ensure that we have sufficient strength. After retreating from the base, report to the headquarters as soon as possible."
Before he could say a word, the other party hung up Tianxun with a bang.
He took a deep breath, and then pressed it into his chest. It seemed that he was the victim who was pushed out.
Someone will eventually take responsibility for this unwise war.
"Order... to retreat."
When he finally said these words, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength. For a moment, the resolute Imperial Lieutenant Colonel looked a little desolate.
Finally, on the 25th day after Mu Fan arrived on the planet, the emperor who launched the assault from the Fire Hill defense line began to retreat like a tide.
In the command vehicle of the 149th Division, Colonel Quinton looked at this scene with a flushed face and felt his breathing became tight.
His plan finally succeeded!
Those foolish and loyal guys in the 104th Division successfully created such a great situation for him at the cost of their own lives.
"Hahahaha... Today is such a wonderful day, my plan is perfect."
While laughing, he opened the red wine in his collection and poured half a glass for himself. He took a nice sip and looked at Major Gary behind him.
"Really, Major Gary?"
"Of course, Colonel Quinton, you are the wisest person on this planet." Major Gary lowered his head respectfully and flattered him.
This made the division commander burst into laughter. Who said there is no oil and water in remote places? It's just mediocre people who don't see the opportunity to make a fortune.
"Colonel, the higher-level military department is calling."
A guard hurriedly ran in and whispered.
After clicking his tongue, Quinton thought for a moment and looked at Gary with a smile on his face, "The higher-level military department is asking about the recruit's situation. Gary, how should you respond?"
"Performing a simple escort mission, he never thought that the friendly troops stationed there and himself would be killed by the emperor's attack." Gary sorted out his words.
"Perfect! Your brain is really useful." Snapping his fingers, Colonel Quinton adjusted his collar, and then walked out with a solemn expression.
After dealing with those distant military bosses, he went to take over his own "treasure pot".
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"What, Mu Fan is dead?"
Falcon made a sound in surprise.
"Yes, sir, that's what Quinton just replied to me. The supplies being escorted were killed by the Emperor's attack." Guangbo said helplessly, although his words made him feel that his IQ was seriously insulted.
"Is this Quinton's mind filled with sanitary napkins used by women?" Falcon finally couldn't help but explode, because the vital sign indicator light representing Mu Fan on the light screen in front of the light wave was always there.
It's bright and active...
Although they don't have satellites or high-altitude vision, it doesn't mean they don't have the means to monitor Mu Fan.
The other party was simply insulting the intelligence of the entire Feilong crew.
"Boss, do I need to scold him?"
Guangbo scratched his head and asked.
"No, go and congratulate that idiot. I wish him brilliant military achievements."
The Falcon held a cigar in his mouth and had a distant look in his eyes. He refused to have his IQ lowered to the same level as a pig.
"Yes, boss!"
So Guangbo sent Colonel Quinton the best wishes from the "higher-level military headquarters", and at the same time stated that people die when they die, and no one can guarantee what will happen on the battlefield.
After hearing the reply from the higher-level military headquarters, Quinton, who looked sad, said a few more harmless words and put down the communicator.
Then he looked at Gary standing aside, and the two laughed again while looking at each other.
"Did you see it? It just passed like this. How could he have such a reaction if he was really from a famous family? And how could he send it here without saying hello. Gary, I respect you very much. You need to learn more about the ways here."