In fact, even Mr. Gao and others thought that it might take at least a year or two. But in another time and space, this war lasted a very short time. The combat effectiveness of the Mosa army was not even as good as that of Daxia's third-line troops.

As a result, three Daxia warriors captured prisoners from an artillery battalion of the Mosa Kingdom.

"(Hundreds of) enemies not only refused to surrender, but also dared to attack us (three people)." has become one of the most Versailles heroic quotes.

The next day, Wang Zhian went to report to Mr. Gao and Mr. Meng early in the morning.

Mr. Meng was also in Mr. Gao's office. Apparently, the two had discussed it long ago.

"Comrade Zhian, it seems that Mr. Gao still trusts you the most." After meeting Wang Zhian, Mr. Meng said very bluntly.

"Hey, Lao Meng, you can't talk nonsense. It's just that I think you, Zhian, have been engaged in industry over the years. I hope that the logistical support for the self-defense counterattack against Mosa Country can also be used in this aspect."

Mr. Gao and Mr. Meng were obviously in a good mood, so they joked like that. Generally speaking, Mr. Meng would not say such things.

After all, at critical moments, it will definitely feel good to have someone you can fully trust.

"Mr. Gao, Mr. Meng, I will do my best."

"Zhi'an, if you have any needs, you can find Lao Meng, or you can come to me directly," Mr. Gao said proudly.

"Actually, Mr. Gao, I think it would be better to let Comrade Zhian be the overall person in charge of this counterattack, so that we can better coordinate the logistics support."

Mr. Gao was silent for a while before he said to Mr. Meng, "In a war, it is unreasonable to let the logistics director be the highest commander."

Mr. Meng immediately said, "But Comrade Zhian's current rank is indeed higher than Comrade Zhiyong's."

Mr. Gao was somewhat speechless. Indeed, although Wang Zhian no longer served in the military department, his administrative level was higher than Wang Zhiyong's. After all, he was the head of the Industrial Innovation Commission, and in many ways, he was Mr. Meng's deputy. His level was obviously higher than Wang Zhiyong's.

Finally, Mr. Gao decided that Wang Zhiyong would continue to serve as the highest military commander of this self-defense counterattack, but Wang Zhian, as the deputy director of the logistics headquarters, would also serve as the logistics director of this self-defense counterattack.

The deputy director of the logistics headquarters has a very high rank. Its director, when he was awarded military rank before, had a very high rank, far from being a lieutenant general like Wang Zhiyong.

Afterwards, Mr. Gao invited Wang Zhian to have a simple meal and asked Wang Zhian to get ready to leave tomorrow.

There are not many people who can have Mr. Gao's family dinner. In addition to the level, there is another reason. Wang Zhian is a doctor. He cured Mr. Gao's son Gao Qingyuan.

Therefore, the social resources of famous doctors are very powerful.

When I got home in the afternoon, Lou Xiao'e was already there. Bai Ling notified me.

Now no one lives in a siheyuan. Wang Zhian's identity is no longer suitable for living in a siheyuan. But in the siheyuan, there has always been a legend about Wang Zhian.

Especially the deaf old lady, who often talks about how good her relationship with Wang Zhian is.

As for Lou Xiao'e, she was also reluctant to let Wang Zhi'an go when she learned that he was the logistics supervisor for the self-defense counterattack against Mosa Country. Together with Bai Ling, they asked Wang Zhi'an to pay attention to safety. The family, including three children, seven people, decided to have a delicious meal.

At the dinner table, the lights were soft and warm, and the family sat together, the atmosphere was filled with reluctance and cherishment of the impending separation. Bai Ling and Lou Xiao'e specially prepared a table of sumptuous dishes, each of which expressed their deep care and reluctance for Wang Zhian.

Over the years, their cooking skills have finally improved. Although they don't cook with Wang Zhian, the children still think it's delicious. Of course, the children still prefer Wang Zhian to cook in person. Unfortunately, Wang Zhian has been traveling outside for more than a decade, so Bai Ling and Lou Xiao'e can only cook in person.

On the dining table, the aroma of braised pork and the deliciousness of steamed fish are intertwined, and the children's laughter and the occasional clinking of chopsticks create a warm family picture.

For the three children, parting is something they don’t quite understand.

"Godfather, will you be away for as long as last time?" asked the youngest daughter, Wang Jianhong. She was born to Lou Xiao'e and Wang Zhi'an. In order not to cause others to think too much, Wang Jianhong called Wang Zhi'an her godfather.

This is actually a case of covering one's ears and stealing the bell.

But this is also equivalent to giving everyone a face that everyone can accept. Many things cannot be investigated in depth.

Wang Zhian put down his chopsticks, looked at Wang Jianhong tenderly, touched her head gently, and said, "Yes, Xiaohong, godfather will be back soon."

"Then will you be in danger, Dad?" asked the second son Wang Jianxue with some concern.

"Don't worry, primary school, Dad is awesome. Besides, Dad's job is to make sure the soldiers on the front lines are well fed and clothed, safe and secure, and not dangerous at all."

This is of course a lie.

It's just that this lie is well-intentioned.

Then Wang Zhian said, "Xiaozhe, Xiaoxue, and Xiaohong. Each of us is contributing to the country, and dad is no exception. You also need to study hard and work hard in the future."

Lou Xiao'e listened quietly, her eyes slightly red. After the children fell asleep, she held Wang Zhian's hand and said gently: "Brother Zhian, be careful, we are all waiting for you to return safely. Leave everything at home to me, you can go with peace of mind."

Wang Zhian shook Lou Xiaoe's hand tightly and looked at Bai Ling beside him.

Said, "Bai Ling, Xiao E, thank you for your hard work. I will complete the task and come back as soon as possible."

This night seemed particularly long.

Because I don't know how long Wang Zhian will be gone. So, I am particularly reluctant to leave. I don't know how much time has passed, but the sky gradually brightens.

Bai Ling fell into a deep sleep. Wang Zhian, however, was not sleepy. Instead, he looked at Bai Ling, and then went to see the brothers Wang Jianzhe and Wang Jianxue. Then he got up, made breakfast, and ate it with Bai Ling. Then he started to leave.

Wang Zhian went to the logistics headquarters, where Mr. Meng and others had already arrived and gave a brief speech. Then, Wang Zhian boarded the plane and headed for the border between Daxia and Mosa.

The plane stopped a hundred kilometers from the border. This was the most remote airport in Daxia.

After leaving the airport, Wang Zhian sat in a military jeep with a platoon of soldiers, who drove two trucks carrying a lot of military supplies and headed for the border.

After arriving at the border, I met Wang Zhiyong, Yong Zhengtai, the former top commander of the border, and some other commanders.

After a brief greeting, Wang Zhian sat in the middle and began to get down to business.

Not to mention, everyone present was not used to having a person in charge of logistics at the highest level. However, they also knew that Wang Zhian was now the head of the Ministry of Industry and had served as the head of multiple logistics departments in the military.

I didn't feel anything was wrong.

It just feels weird.

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