Emptying the Family Fortune, Capitalist Lady Marries the Chief and Follows Him to the Army

Military marriage + historical setting + space + transmigration + sweet romance + love that deepens over time. This is a story about an absolutely doting wolfdog general and a seemingly innocent bu...

Chapter 279 Deadly Internal Strife (1/2)

Chapter 279 Deadly Rebellion: Deathly silence filled the tent.

The squad leaders, who had been so excited just moments before, looked at each other with hesitation and unease in their eyes.

The squad leader, Tiezi, scratched his head, his face pale, and stammered, "Brother Wolf... now that you mention it... it seems... it makes some sense. That kid Monkey doesn't always tell the truth... could it be... he really tricked us?"

Yuan Bao's expression instantly turned somewhat ugly.

Zhou Lang's words were not only questioning Monkey, but also questioning his judgment as a commander, and were a slap in the face to him.

"A trap?" Yuan Bao was furious upon hearing this. He took a step forward, almost bumping into Zhou Lang. "What trap are they using? Their crappy guns?"

He grabbed Tiezi by the collar and roared, "Are you going to make a fool of yourself with him too? How long has that monkey been following me? Does he dare to lie to me?"

Tiezi shrank back, too afraid to say another word, after being yelled at.

Yuan Bao released him and turned to Zhou Lang: "Zhou Lang, let me tell you, fighting a war isn't like doing arithmetic! The battlefield is ever-changing; there's no time for you to analyze this or deduce that! It's all about speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness! Seize the opportunity and strike a fatal blow!"

"You've read a few lousy military books and you think you're Zhuge Liang? Let me tell you, in the face of absolute power, all schemes and tricks are utter bullshit!"

As Yuan Bao spoke, he approached Zhou Lang step by step until their noses were almost touching, his words filled with provocation and humiliation.

"Here, I am the commander-in-chief. If I say it's a general offensive, then it's a general offensive. Just carry out my orders. Zhou Lang, if you're scared, then stay here and guard the base. Don't you dare whine and whine like a woman, undermining morale!"

"Afraid?"

Zhou Lang laughed.

It was a cold laugh, devoid of any warmth.

He looked at the man in front of him, who was furious because he had been exposed, and there was no anger in his eyes, only a deep disappointment and sorrow.

He knew that saying anything more would be useless.

Yuan Bao was completely blinded by his desire for victory and his contempt for the Third Battalion. He was now deaf to any rational analysis, and any questioning was seen as a challenge to his authority.

You can't reason with a madman.

“Alright.” Zhou Lang’s smile faded, and he calmly took a step back, distancing himself from Yuan Bao. His tone regained its absolute obedience as a soldier, “I obey orders. You are the commander-in-chief.”

Seeing Zhou Lang yield, Yuan Bao let out a satisfied snort. He thought he had completely suppressed this disobedient troublemaker and restored his authority.

He glanced around at the squad leaders who had once again lowered their heads and remained silent, and regained the feeling of being in control.

With a wave of his hand, he roared with boundless pride, "Brothers! Victory is just around the corner! Do you want to flatten Battalion Number Three within an hour, pull down that old bastard Lei Kuan's command flag, and plant it in our outhouse?"

"think!"

"Take down Battalion Three!"

The suppressed atmosphere was instantly reignited, and a deafening roar erupted from the tent. Every face was etched with bloodthirsty excitement, as if victory was already within their grasp.

Zhou Lang stood alone in the shadows of the corner, looking out of place among his fanatical companions. He silently inspected his equipment, loading every magazine to its fullest extent with meticulous care.

He knew that a fierce battle was about to begin, and that he could rely on no one but himself.

Yuan Bao looked at everything with satisfaction. He walked to the tent entrance, suddenly lifted the curtain, and raised his arms to shout to the assembled troops outside.

"Everyone gets one!"

His voice echoed throughout the camp.

"Squad 1, Squad 2, Squad 3, Squad 4, assemble and line up! Target: Battalion 3 Headquarters! Prepare... General Offensive!"

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