As a member of the working class, Lin Jingyu, a cargo registrar at a port, transmigrated to the early 1970s during her lunch break.
She unexpectedly discovered that she had entered a chronicl...
With the manpower we have, we will send people to guard each street, and focus on guarding places where trouble is likely to break out.
If we make proper arrangements, we can control the occurrence of accidents.
Even if something happens, we can provide support or contain the enemy in a short time.
Try to control the development of the incident and deal with the exposed mercenaries.
"That's a good idea."
The master from Longhu Mountain nodded in agreement, "Miss Jingyu, most of our people are ordinary martial artists. Their strength is limited. If they face foreign mercenaries who have weapons and like to kill people, they will probably only end up sending their heads to their deaths."
The others also thought of this and frowned.
“Uncle Zhang, you are right.”
Lin Jingyu nodded, "If they have weapons, then I'll find a way to get weapons too. Our ordinary disciples will be assigned as patrolmen, and if they encounter any suspicious people, they'll report it to everyone."
Those with good skills and combat experience should guard locations where incidents are likely to occur.
"I'm afraid we'll need a few old men to help guard the area; if any foreign mercenaries are spotted, they should be killed immediately."
"That's one way to arrange it."
Grandpa Qingxuan was the first to agree.
They understood very well that their duty in Xiangdu was to protect this land and absolutely not let the foreigners destroy it.
Next, we discussed other details.
Everything has been agreed upon.
Lin Jingyu found the underground garage she had bought, closed the door, and released a number of guns and bullets.
Then they went to the security company to find Peng Qibo.
"Don't worry, we'll take this on."
Peng Qibo said solemnly, “Our company has 120 employees, and your company has nearly 100 security guards.”
They were survivors of the battlefield, and they believed they had the ability to deal with these people.
“I know, that’s why I’m contacting you.”
Lin Jingyu smiled and said, "Don't worry, we'll take responsibility if anything happens."
"Even if it's irresponsible, I believe they will still do it."
Peng Qibo smiled confidently, "We will never forget our mission and tasks. Even after we retire, we will definitely be there if the country needs us."
"I've already prepared the guns and ammunition; you can bring your men to collect them anytime."
Lin Jingyu glanced at him. "By the way, other disciples will also be participating. Remember to discuss it with my maternal grandfather and my senior brother Qingxuan."
"Okay, I will."
Peng Qibo nodded.
Looking at the person in front of him, he gently instructed, "You must also be careful. Those mercenaries have endless tricks up their sleeves, so you must be careful."
You can't get hurt, you have to be okay, alright?