Datang: My father is the head bodyguard

"If you don't make any move, hang up the blue flag, the blue flag! Don't kill me! I was forced to join the army, they forced me! Don't kill me! That's all I know, please, Let me go, my wife and daughter are still waiting for me."

Although the judge is away, the set of very efficient interrogation methods he left behind is still very professional.

"What do you mean, do you believe what he said?"

Wang Yan ate noodles mixed with scallion oil and muttered: "Believe it or not, whatever flags we hung up yesterday has always been hanging. We didn't do anything yesterday."

The soldier in charge of the interrogation nodded: "Then other information, including some of their internal arrangements, I reported directly."

Wang Yan stuffed a poached egg in one mouthful and almost choked: "Ahem, please report it. It's none of my business. By the way, please remind the Military Merit Verification Department. I can get a collective third-class status no matter what."

The soldier said nothing, smiled and shook his head: "Then I don't care."

The enemy's conference table also started discussing the next step early in the morning. The messenger responsible for delivering the message walked into the conference hall: "Report! General Peter! Today's flag is still blue, and people will be sent to continue to pay attention. "

General Peter just nodded, picked up a glass of malt wine from the table and took a sip. In this place and era, obtaining a sip of clean water was even more difficult than making wine.

His breakfast consists of fried eggs and two slices of wheat bread, with two slices of cheese and a piece of butter.

"What happened last night?"

The soldier who had just been promoted from a messenger to a night patrol adjutant yesterday was very nervous: "Everything is normal. We have strengthened patrols. We have horse teams patrolling back and forth outside the fortifications at night, and we also have secret sentries placed in dark places to ensure that the other party cannot take advantage of them." They come at night to attack and harass our fortifications.”

General Peter was eating his breakfast elegantly with a knife and fork in hand, not even interested in raising his head to look at the person who was reporting: "Go on, don't be the next one, you know what I mean."

"Yes! General!"

The generals and generals in the entire chamber just watched the commander-in-chief, General Peter, finish his breakfast. No one dared to say anything more, such as so many people were waiting.

General Peter stood up and clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention: "Where did we talk yesterday? What we are looking for is a defensive counterattack. The first thing we need to do is to defend! Especially the support of ammunition, supplies, and logistics important!"

"Logistics officer Brigadier General Levi, tell our colleagues how well prepared we are!"

A young man stood up and opened his notepad: "Comrades, our current food can feed our 50,000 frontline troops for three months, and supplies are still being delivered from the rear."

"In terms of firearms, I heard that the craftsmen are already testing the latest firearms. Of course, the reserve of flintlock guns has reached 270,000, which is enough to support us in winning this glorious defense war!"

"In terms of ammunition, the most diligent and kind-hearted women in our empire are working day and night to assemble the latest fixed bullets for us. We will give them back the glory of victory!"

General Peter took the lead in applauding: "Well said! Brigadier General Levis, very well said! Applause! I want to hear more applause!"

After the applause, some more rational generals still raised questions: "General Peter, the enemy has not attacked for a long time. Is it because they are thinking about how to get through the mud pit? There is a huge disparity in strength between the enemy and us. Do we need to investigate?"

General Peter nodded: "The empire does not lack smart heads. Did you hear what Lieutenant General Joel said? Here, as the commander-in-chief, I give Lieutenant General Joel the authority to organize a death squad, and he has the authority to go Conduct infiltration and reconnaissance missions in any enemy-occupied area."

Lieutenant General Joel's face suddenly turned ugly. He was just kindly reminding him why this bad job fell on him.

If something is detected, it is both his and Peter's credit. If something is not detected, or the whole army is wiped out, then Lieutenant General Joel commits suicide and leads his team to die.

After sorting out his emotions, Lieutenant General Joel stood up and said, "I am willing to fight and die for the empire. I will form a reconnaissance team of about a hundred people. It will take some time."

Peter's dark eyes looked at Lieutenant General Joel jokingly: "Okay, anyway, the enemy is standing still now. We have plenty of time. We still hope that Lieutenant General Joel will be faster, so that the other side does not come over by then. The personnel responsible for investigation It hasn’t been trained yet.”

After once again emphasizing defensive counterattacks and tactical actions in the face of bombardment, Peter became a little tired and announced the adjournment of the meeting.

Many generals and officers gathered around Brigadier General Levis, many of whom had official positions and military ranks one or two levels higher than Brigadier General Levis.

On Lieutenant General Joel's side, there were only a few people chatting in low voices with bad expressions.

"I told you, don't enter this dirty river! Peter's fanatical militarists are different from us who are more inclined to negotiate and defend conservatively. They..."

Lieutenant General Joel interrupted his best friend: "Needless to say, I have no regrets about dying loyally to my country. If I can't come back, my wife and children hope you can help them and keep them safe. That’s it for life.”

"What kind of loyalty to the country is this! This is a party struggle! Peter just wants you to lead your team to death. Scouting the enemy's situation is something a general can think of. They are waiting for you to bring it up so that you can personally give them the knife! "

Joel looked towards Brigadier General Levi, who was making a lot of noise: "Is he Peter's?"

"Nephew, a fifteen-year-old brigadier general is really unheard of, unseen, bah!"

Joel seemed to be thinking about something, and seemed to have made up his mind: "Harry, please pick some good people from your side and give them to me. I owe you a debt."

Major General Harry curled his lips and said, "I will do this even if you don't tell me. Have you figured out how to reply to your sister-in-law?"

Memories of when the war started and left home flashed through Joel's mind, and he was immediately caught up in it.

"Dad, don't you want Claire? Mom said you would be gone for a long time, but dad, you promised to tell me a bedtime story."

Joel squatted with his daughter and son in his arms, and said with great reluctance: "The empire is in crisis. I am a knight and a soldier. I want to defend our empire. When dad is finished fighting, he will come back and tell you a story before going to bed." Is the story good?”

Joel reluctantly let go of the children and looked at his wife leaning against the door frame with a guilty expression. His wife's tightly frowned brows and moist eyes made Joel feel very uncomfortable.

"Come back safely. The children and I will be waiting for you at home."

Joel came back to his senses and saw Harry looking nervous in front of him: "I'm afraid I'm going to break my promise."