The First Order

Chapter 871: Mutual instigation

Ren Xiaosu looked at the little black book in his hand. Since the Pyro Company soldier next to him could recognize it at a glance, it showed that a precedent had been set for this black book among the Pyro Company troops. He asked again, "What other uses does this little black book have other than allowing the holder to move around 3rd Division without any restrictions?"

"Oh." The Pyro Company soldier thought the commander was probably too busy and did not have time to explain to Ren Xiaosu what it was used for after handing him the little black book. Thus he explained, "This is Commander P5092's ID. Seeing it is equivalent to seeing the commander. You could say that other than commanding the troops to battle and other important things like that, there's nothing else you can't do with it."

Ren Xiaosu's eyes lit up. P5092 had told him that he had specially applied for the ID for him. But after asking around, Ren Xiaosu realized P5092 had actually temporarily handed over his high-ranking officer ID to him.

He was immediately moved to tears. P5092 really treated his friends sincerely. If he had the opportunity, he would definitely invite such a friend to the Northwest as his guest so he could have the honor of playing host!

Actually, P5092 was not about to let him know about how powerful the little black book was. That was because he had other motives for handing it to him. But who could have expected that Ren Xiaosu would ask a soldier to explain to him what it could do.

The soldier was not wrong either. He thought that since the commander could hand over his ID to Ren Xiaosu, it should not be a problem explaining the authority it had when asked, right?

Ren Xiaosu looked at the little black book in his hand and confirmed again, "Is it true that I can freely move around the camp and do whatever I want?"

"That's right, sir," the Pyro Company soldier answered.

Ren Xiaosu pondered for a moment before suddenly saying, "Sing me a song."

The Pyro Company soldier was confused.

In the past, some people had used this ID to freely move with the troops before, but this was the first fucking time someone holding the ID requested to be sung a song!

The Pyro Company soldier said with difficulty, "Sir, my singing is terrible."

"Are you saying that this black ID isn't effective now?" Ren Xiaosu wondered.

"Rosy clouds, sunset, ends the day. Returning from target practice, back to base, back to base…"

Ren Xiaosu listened to the out-of-tune military song and looked at the little black book in his hand happily. Suddenly, he was beaming with joy.

When the soldier explained the uses of the black ID, Ren Xiaosu was skeptical of what he was told. But now he really believed it. This black ID was proving to be really useful!

"Alright, alright, stop singing." Ren Xiaosu said, "Bro, your singing isn't just terrible; you totally can't sing. Here, take this. As long as you don't suffer a fatal injury on the battlefield, applying this will save your life."

After that, Ren Xiaosu stuffed a small vial of black medicine that was enough for just one application into the soldier's hands. He was in an extremely good mood, so surely he could not make him sing for nothing, right?

However, Ren Xiaosu still had some doubts in his mind. Why did P5092 suddenly come out to welcome him? And he even gave him such an important identification document? He felt that something was off no matter how hard he thought about it.

Perhaps this was some kind of a ploy? And the Pyro Company soldier next to him might also be putting on an act together with P5092?

As he did not know what P5092's motives were, Ren Xiaosu could only make wild guesses.

At night, when it was time for dinner in the military base, Ren Xiaosu swaggered around with meal boxes in one hand and the black ID in the other. He was surprised to find that as long as he flashed the black ID, he did not even have to line up for food. Furthermore, the chow squad even asked him if he had any special orders to make.

To test the power of the black ID again, Ren Xiaosu pulled over another few people and asked them about it. After verifying, he confirmed that the black ID really held great authority within the 3rd Division!

That night, P5092 had just finished his follow-up battle plan and was rubbing the bridge of his nose in exhaustion.

When the deputy commander walked into his tent, P5092 looked at him and asked, "Where did that kid go today?"

"Apart from collecting his meals, he remained at the field hospital and hasn't been anywhere else." The deputy commander replied, "But why did you hand over your P5 ID to him? I keep getting the feeling that kid is sick in the head."

P5092 was taken aback. "What happened? What did he do with the black ID?"

"He used it to order some dishes from the chow squad." the deputy commander said.

P5092 did not know whether to laugh or cry. "He only ordered some dishes when I gave him my black ID?"

"Not only that," The deputy commander had a strange look on his face. "He even made a few soldiers sing for him. It wasn't enough getting them to sing military songs for him. He even made them sing nursery rhymes!"

P5092 was confused. This answer really caught him by surprise.

Actually, the black ID was even more powerful in the 3rd Division than Ren Xiaosu was aware of. He could really go anywhere he wanted without any restrictions at all. If he wanted to see P5092, he would be exempt from the routine body search and other verification procedures. He could even freely exit and enter the front lines as he wished, including going to the armory!

However, that young man only requested some dishes and songs when he had been given such an important document?

Curious, the deputy commander asked, "Why did you give the black ID to him?"

P5092 shook his head. "I want to recruit him into our Pyro Company. If we can get him to defect to our side during his time here, it would greatly help our 3rd Division."

The deputy commander was taken aback. "You want to make him defect to our side?"

The word "defect" was used very appropriately in this case. At the very least, the other party would have to belong to an organization first to use this term. However, the deputy commander could not figure out why P5092 would go through all that effort just for a doctor.

P5092 explained, "There's some things I can't tell you yet. I can only say he's not that straightforward. Alright, you may get back to your work. I know what I'm doing. By the way, remember to increase the number of soldiers on duty on the walls. You must notify me immediately when the scouts report back with their intel. I want to know what those barbarians are up to."

"Understood." The deputy commander left.

P5092 looked at the document in front of him and wondered if he could successfully get the young man to defect to their side.

He muttered to himself, "Not only can he save lives, but he's also good at sniping. If he and his girlfriend defect to our side, our 3rd Division's individual combat strength will be raised. At the very least, our dominance on the battlefield will be much improved with these two snipers around."

But P5092 was probably not expecting that Ren Xiaosu was also planning to "invite" him to the Northwest as his guest at this moment.

Both P5092 and Ren Xiaosu were thinking about how to get along with the other party as they harbored their own intentions.

As for how that would end up, no one could tell for sure.

When night fell, Ren Xiaosu led Yang Xiaojin onto the walls of the New Great Wall with his black ID.

No one came to stop or question them. All the Pyro Company soldiers on duty even subconsciously avoided Ren Xiaosu when they saw him.

While everyone was having dinner in the evening, the events of Ren Xiaosu making soldiers sing for him using the black ID spread among the 3rd Division. The Pyro Company soldiers did not even dare to make eye contact with Ren Xiaosu as they were afraid that he would suddenly make them sing "Five Little Ducks."

The soldiers felt as though they were suddenly brought back to the time when they were still in school. Back then, when the teacher was choosing students to answer questions, this was exactly how everyone avoided the teacher's gaze.