The autobiography I wrote cannot be a tragedy

At the same time, there was a mountain col covered with gravel to the east of the town.

A 15-man armed squad dressed as government troops is resting.

Except for the three people on guard, everyone was sleeping on the ground, but the guns in their hands were never left behind.

"team leader!"

Chu Tian opened his eyes and subconsciously grasped the automatic rifle in his hand.

"Captain! An urgent message has been sent from above!" A team member whispered in the darkness.

"explain!"

"According to the latest intelligence we have obtained, our target is currently stationed in the town of Harasta in the west."

Chu Tian perked up after hearing this.

"Harasta Town? It's only more than an hour away from us. Wake everyone up and set off immediately!"

…

Two hours later, under the cover of darkness, fifteen special operations members of the Dragon Hunting Team arrived at the outskirts of the town.

From here, you can see the lights in the center of the town.

"The number of people is really quite large. Looking at the vehicles and scope of activities, there are at least 150 armed personnel here."

Chu Tian took a military telescope and carefully observed the enemy's garrison location.

His rich experience allowed him to quickly determine the approximate size of this team.

"150 people?!" The team member next to him was startled.

"Didn't the intelligence say that the other party only had seventy or eighty people? Why did it suddenly double?"

"There is no immutable intelligence. I estimate that they have absorbed the recently defeated rebels and expanded their manpower."

"Then what should we do? The opponent's number is more than ten times ours. Do we need to request reinforcements?"

Chu Tian thought for a while and shook his head. "That's too late."

"According to the other party's usual pattern of actions, they will never stay in one place for more than a day. In other words, the other party will definitely evacuate early tomorrow morning.

Based on the opponent's previous march route, I analyzed that they probably wanted to flee westward into Fencenen in the end.

Even if not, once the opponent withdraws to the rear area controlled by the rebels to rest and recuperate, the risk factor for a small force like ours to penetrate will increase sharply.

In other words, the further you proceed, the higher the risk.

So...we only have one chance! "

"Captain, you mean to fight today?"

"Yeah! Fight!"

Chu Tianyi, a master of art, is bold and decisive.

"Hey! I haven't encountered such an exciting battle in a long time. Captain, what do you think of fighting?"

The team members around him faced ten times the enemy, but they showed no fear and were eager to try.

“With the disparity in numbers, fighting during the day will only be more detrimental to us.

Therefore, night attack is our best choice!

Even if the night attack fails, we can use the cover of night to retreat temporarily...

Xiaoliu, take two people and approach from the southeast corner of the town. Get rid of the nearest sentinel first. Snipers should pay attention to possible hidden sentinels...

The Siberian Tiger, once its infiltration operation is exposed, immediately destroys the opponent's heavy firepower points, and Xiao Hei is responsible for observing and covering..."

…

The Meng family courtyard.

"Tsk! Classmate Yan Weiwei, where can I find a place to stick it on? The back of my head is almost covered with stickers..."

Meng Lang held a piece of paper and looked at Yan Weiwei, who had only two eyes exposed in front of her and looked like a soul-calling flag, and had nowhere to start.

Nightlife in rural areas is scarce, and the village's infrastructure is not developed. You can't see your fingers within a few dozen meters of walking out of your home.

So Yan Weiwei, who suffered a disastrous defeat today, decided to continue fighting the landlord.

And it's the kind that brings punishment...

Then...she was plastered all over.

"Ah~ It's too much! Forget it, you guys, why can't I even beat Xiao Yu!"

Yan Weiwei said frantically.

At this time, everyone's faces were covered with more or less notes. In addition to Yan Weiwei, who was miserable, Lin Haitang and Meng Lang also had seven or eight notes on their faces.

On the contrary, Xiaoyu, who had just learned it today, had the least amount of notes on his face.

"Hehe!" Xiaoyu shook the note on her forehead, "Because this game is very simple!"

Meng Lang glanced at Xiao Yu.

If you lose to us, you may have lost to experience. If you lost to Xiaoyu, you may have lost to IQ...

Even he had to marvel at Xiaoyu's memory and quick understanding of the game.

It only took one afternoon to adapt, and I had already learned to count cards!

With good physical strength and high IQ, there seems to be nothing she is not good at.

Meng Lang felt more and more after staying with Xiaoyu for a long time.

Compared to herself, Xiaoyu seems to be more like a "savior template"...

"Okay Weiwei, it's quite late. Let's stop here today." Lin Haitang shook his head helplessly and said.

"No! There's no way you can just leave after winning. Let's fight until dawn!"

Meng Lang rolled his eyes, stood up and touched Xiaoyu's head.

"If you don't sleep, Xiaoyu will still sleep!

Now is a critical time for children's intellectual development. Only by ensuring sleep can they grow healthily. Experts have said that primary school students must sleep at least 10 hours a day.

On a smaller scale, this matter is related to Xiaoyu's personal healthy growth. On a larger scale, it is a major event related to the future of a community with a shared future for mankind! "

"Hmph! If you don't want to play, you won't play. What else is involved in the community of a shared future for mankind... Oh! If I fight a landlord, will it hinder the development of mankind?"

Yan Weiwei curled her lips.

Um! correct!

"Ahem! Then everyone should go to bed early! I will sleep in the next room. If anything happens to you, come directly to me."

"Well! Good night, uncle!"

It wasn't until Meng Lang left that Lin Haitang touched his face strangely.

Go to bed early, go to bed early, what were you looking at me for just now?

Didn't the note on my face clean up?

…

"Hey! It seems that I have gone back to the house to rest!"

Downstairs, Yang Hui had been listening to the noise upstairs. When she saw the sounds of people playing around gradually disappearing, she poked Lao Meng in the arm.

"Rest when you rest. It's like listening to a corner." Lao Meng was playing the game and replied casually.

"Go!" Yang Hui rolled her eyes at him and couldn't help but said in distress.

"You said Xiaolang, if you bring one back, don't we understand what it means? But you brought two of them, and they seem to be on good terms with each other.

And you want me to help him find out which one is interesting to him? How can I see this! "

Lao Meng raised his head and glanced at his wife, "Just let them handle the affairs of the young people themselves. Don't get involved in it. Let me tell you, the water here is deep!"

"Hmm? Listening to this, you seem to know something?" Yang Hui stared at Lao Meng suspiciously.

"Ahem! I only know that Weiwei's family must not be simple!" Lao Meng approached mysteriously and said.

"Do you know how old the bottle of Moutai I gave you is? The market price... is at least enough to cover our family's expenses for a year. I was so scared that I didn't dare to drink more just now!"

"What? So expensive?" Yang Hui was startled, and then thought about it.

"That's right! No wonder I saw Weiwei looking a little busy when she was helping. She really doesn't look like someone who often does housework."

As if she thought of something again, she suddenly stared at Lao Meng.

"Hey, hey! Don't you think you are jealous of money and fancy other people's families with money?"

Lao Meng rolled his eyes, "It's not my turn to be jealous of money. Tell your son!"

"Well... although Weiwei is also very good, Haitang looks more like a person who knows how to get along. He is a lawyer and is motivated at work..."

Yang Hui suddenly fell into the trouble of happiness, and his face was a little tangled.

"Hey! Please help me consult with my staff. Which one of them is better?"

"What kind of adviser is this? No matter which one you choose, my old Meng family will not lose! Hehe!"

Um! It seems... is this really the case?

Yang Hui also smiled.

So she quickly put aside her worries about who to choose, and began to think about how to let people stay at home for two more days and get a good assist.

Um! Enjoy taking care of your daughter by the way.

That little girl Xiaoyu is so adorable...

but……

"It always feels like I've seen it somewhere..."

…

Room on the second floor.

After Meng Lang closed the door, he hesitated for a long time...

So this door... am I the lock? Or not lock it?

Although according to the description of "Little Love Song", the exact time of "the date after dusk" should be the day after returning home.

At least there must be a sweet and famous scene of "ten fingers intertwined"...

But now that the future has been disrupted by him, what if Lin Haitang changes his mind and goes straight to the topic?

well! let it go……

After all, I usually sleep without locking the door...

Time passed little by little, until the surroundings were silent, with only the chirping of insects, and I couldn't sleep!

"well!"

Just get up and turn on the lamp.

The time zone difference between Damascus and China is about 5 hours. Calculating the time, the battle over there is about to begin...

Whether it is the battlefield or the love scene, at this moment, he urgently needs his brothers to use their rich experience and life experience to help him provide advice...

He took out the book.

On the slightly yellowed cover, four simple and vigorous large seal characters appeared vividly on the paper——

"Mencius' Art of War"!

Um……

Meng Lang's mouth twitched.

All right! I asked you to give it to the staff and staff, but I didn’t ask you to directly issue a military book...

There is "Meng's Spring and Autumn Period" before, and "Mencius' Art of War" later. Do you want all the famous people in the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods to have the surname Meng?

I just hope that such a "lofty" book title will not be "fake and empty"...

Meng Lang complained to himself while slowly turning the pages of the book.

[The method of using troops is to rely not on them not coming, but relying on me to be ready to wait for them; not relying on them not attacking, relying on my having something that cannot be attacked...]