Chapter 293 Zhou Lang is a little vulnerable inside the No. 2 Battalion command tent.
The air was still filled with gunpowder smoke and the unique smell left by the exploding paint bombs.
Su An stood calmly in the center of the tent, holding in her hand the bright red flag that she had just pulled from the flagpole, a flag representing the honor of the Second Battalion.
Opposite her, Zhou Lang slumped on the ground, his forehead covered in cold sweat from the excruciating pain in his lower abdomen, but what he cared about more was the pride in his heart that had been reduced to ruins.
He lost.
They suffered a crushing defeat.
His meticulously planned "empty city" trap, his proud counter-reconnaissance skills, and his honed Bajiquan fighting techniques—which were enough to make him stand out among his peers in the army—were all as fragile as paper in front of this seemingly delicate and frail female soldier, who looked as if a gust of wind could blow her over.
The instructor's announcement of the end of the exercise over the walkie-talkie mingled with the chaotic shouts of his subordinates outside, like dull knives repeatedly cutting into his nerves.
He struggled to lift his head, looking at the female soldier before him who had remained impossibly calm throughout, and managed to squeeze out a single, dry word: "You..."
Su An knew what he wanted to ask, but did not answer immediately.
She casually tossed the flag onto the folding table, the red flag slipping off and covering the scattered maps and shell casings on the table.
Then, she pulled over a camp stool and sat down casually, as relaxed as if she were in her own backyard.
"I am Su An, the squad leader of the fourth squad in this surprise attack operation of Battalion No. 3."
Zhou Lang's pupils suddenly contracted.
Su An?
Class monitor of Class 4?
Is this seemingly weak and harmless young female soldier really his opponent in this offensive and defensive battle?!
An ordinary female squad leader, single-handedly, manipulated him and the entire elite of the Second Battalion he led in just a few hours.
This made him feel worse than if he had been killed.
"Your empty city strategy was well-acted," Su An commented, seemingly oblivious to the shock on his face.
"The sniper on the watchtower was a scarecrow; his military overcoat was stuffed with straw, and the muzzle of his gun was covered with a black cloth. From a distance, he really looked like one."
"The noise around the campfire was recorded using a 'Spring Thunder' brand portable tape recorder produced by Shanghai Radio Factory No. 3. It contained the noisy sounds of you playing cards, which had a very real feel to it."
“Even the patrolling sentry dozing off at the gate is a mannequin made up of two backpacks and a military cap. If it were an ordinary scout, he might actually be fooled and fall headlong into your trap.”
With each word Su An spoke, Zhou Lang's heart sank an inch.
His carefully constructed facade, which he was so proud of, was, in her eyes, riddled with flaws.
How...how did she know so much?
In this pitch-black night, with visibility so poor that you can't see your own hand in front of your face, does she have superhuman vision?
Zhou Lang was indeed a formidable opponent. Of course, Su An wouldn't tell him that in the thermal imaging mode of her specially made telescope from the future, those scarecrows without body temperature and the cold tape recorders had nowhere to hide.
"So, you knew it was a trap from the very beginning?" Zhou Lang asked with difficulty.
"Pretty much," Su An said. "That's why I had my team deliberately fall into your trap."
"You...you used your own teammates as bait?" Zhou Lang looked at her incredulously.
“No.” Su An shook her head, correcting him, “I didn’t use them as bait, I just used them as actors.”
"An actor?" Zhou Lang was stunned.
“Yes, an actor.” Su An’s lips seemed to curl slightly, but it was too quick to catch. “Perform a good show of ‘catching a turtle in a jar.’ However, I need you, the most cunning ‘turtle,’ to mistakenly believe that you are the hunter who catches the turtle.”
"After all, you're far too cautious. How could we possibly fool an old fox like you into letting your guard down completely without spending some money and resources?"
As clever as Zhou Lang was, he connected all the seemingly scattered clues almost instantly!
It's all fake!
They're all bait!
From the moment Gao Kai's squad "recklessly" stumbled into his trap, it was a meticulously orchestrated drama!
Gao Kai and his team's mission was not a surprise attack at all, but a "performance"!
The performance depicts a commando team that is eager for quick success and blinded by victory, allowing Zhou Lang to easily "annihilate" them, thus giving him the illusion that "the main force of the No. 3 Battalion's surprise attack has been wiped out!"
Then came the "fall of the gun god"!
The sniper, whom he considered the greatest threat and whose marksmanship was superb, was also "killed" in a staged event!
A play tailor-made for him at the huge cost of six or seven "fallen" slots!
The goal was to make him completely believe that the elusive sniper from Battalion 3 had also been killed and no longer posed any threat!
A series of schemes!
One scheme after another, one plan after another!
This woman... this woman named Su An, she not only calculated his tactics, but also his psychology and every single reaction of his!
She first made him complacent with a minor victory, then completely lulled him into a false sense of security with a "crushing defeat," and finally, at the moment when he thought victory was assured and all his attention was diverted from his base camp, she herself appeared here silently.
Zhou Lang felt a chill run down his spine.
“That…that walkie-talkie…” Zhou Lang suddenly remembered another thing that had been puzzling him, and it was the only part of his entire plan that made him uneasy. “That scout ‘Monkey’ who reported to Yuan Bao…was he one of your men?”
Su An didn't speak, but cleared her throat in front of him.
Zhou Lang looked at her, puzzled.
The next second, Su An's entire demeanor changed instantly.
His once calm gaze turned nonchalant, and a hint of the roguishness typical of soldiers appeared at the corners of his mouth.
Her voice, her tone, her manner instantly transformed into a rude, arrogant, and thuggish male voice.
"Reporting, Brother Leopard! Those cowards in Battalion Three have been driven into hiding in their fortifications by our attack, not daring to utter a sound! Just you wait! Once it gets dark, brothers, we'll charge in and wipe out their headquarters!"
Exactly the same!
It was exactly the same voice as the "monkey" he heard on the walkie-talkie!
Whether it's that hoarse voice or that arrogant, irritating demeanor, it's exactly the same!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
