The strongest soldier

In the enemy camp, a larger tent was surrounded by patrolling guards, loaded with guns and ammunition, warily staring at everyone who passed by, as if facing a formidable enemy. Inside the tent, a middle-aged man sat on a marching bench with a gloomy face. He stared gloomily at the map hanging in front of him. It was an aerial terrain map, with the oil fields, camps, Golan Trench and his own location clearly marked on it. It was a military situation map.

This man was wearing a camouflage combat uniform with a bullet-proof helmet beside him. He was in his fifties and looked very irritable. It was Ahab. He had lost hundreds of tanks and more than a thousand troops in one battle. He was the one who was the most capable. Fight, the most elite and intimate troops, one less person will die. Without this army, how will you deter other forces in the future? Such a big loss made Ahab frightened, and he felt the strength of his opponent intimately, and became irritable.

Soon, an old man with a beard came in slowly, wearing a white hat on his head, a white robe that went past the knees, white pants and white shoes on his feet, even his beard was white, and he looked a little... He is old, but he still walks steadily. His sunken eyes are as deep as the sea, and his eyes are slightly focused, not knowing what he is thinking.

Seeing that the old man Ahab did not dare to support him, he immediately stood up and greeted him respectfully. He put his right hand into a fist and put it on his heart. He bowed his luggage slightly and said eagerly: "My lord, I have disturbed your rest."

"You won't come to me unless you have to. Tell me, what happened?" said the man called the elder.

Ahab did not dare to make excuses, so he immediately asked the other party to sit on the camp bed. He returned to the camp bench and sat down. He looked at the other party respectfully and said, "Elder, as you know in the battle just now, we lost without even a single tank." When we came back, none of our people came back.”

"What?" The elder looked at Ahab in surprise. Seeing that Ahab didn't seem to be joking, his eyes narrowed even more tightly. He soon closed his eyes and began to meditate. Ahab didn't dare to disturb him and waited patiently. After a while, the elder suddenly opened his eyes and said, "The troops coming up from behind to support us are not ours. What do you think?"

"That army was completely unafraid of death and fought fiercely." Ahab said quickly.

"Is that all?" the elder asked with a dissatisfied snort.

"I feel a little weird, but I can't put my finger on it." Ahab answered honestly. When facing outsiders, Ahab could be arrogant, cold-blooded, and cunning, but facing the elder in front of him, Ahab acted honestly as if he had made a mistake. Children, don’t dare to speak loudly, no one will believe you if you spread the word.

The elder looked at Ahab coldly, with a bit of dissatisfaction in his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "The fate of all our tribe is in your hands, and all the resources in the tribe are at your disposal. How can you reach this height today?" I’ve lost the sensitivity and caution I used to have, and that’s disappointing to me.”

"Please ask the elders to teach you." Ahab said respectfully.

"Well, I watched you grow up, and I supported you with one hand. I know your abilities very well, but I have to remind you that it's not time to expand yet. Don't forget that you are surrounded by wolves, and Cooperation with those people is like dancing with wolves. If you are not careful, you will be in catastrophe, and our entire clan will be completely destroyed. You are responsible for the fate of the entire clan, understand." The elder scolded coldly.

"Yes." Ahab didn't dare to express his anger and agreed honestly.

"The troops who came up behind are their people. What you see is just bravery and not afraid of death. But what I see is their numbness, indifference and ruthlessness. They are a soulless army. Such troops are like being controlled. They are dead puppets who only know how to fight. Such troops have only been heard of in ancient times. They are troops controlled by magic or poison. They have no souls, no thoughts, and are born purely for killing. Can you control the master of this kind of troops? Just like that, the people in the desert should solve the problems in the desert themselves and cannot rely on others." The elder said.

"Soulless troops?" Ahab's face changed drastically. He looked at the elder closely, dumbfounded. He thought of many unbelievable and terrifying things in his mind, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"What, you doubt my observation skills?" The elder snorted dissatisfied.

"Don't dare. No one can question your observation skills." Ahab quickly said respectfully: "I was negligent. You taught me the right lesson. I have indeed become arrogant and self-righteous. Dear elder, continue. What should I do if I get down?"

"I don't know about the war. I just want to ask you, are you sure you can win?" the elder asked coldly.

"This?" Ahab hesitated. If he was full of confidence before the expedition, the sneak attack he suffered along the way made Ahab realize that his opponent was by no means as simple as a grassland tribe. The previous head-on battle made Ahab realize that he was being attacked. I lied. Where is the prairie tribe armed with my opponent? It is clearly a terrifying regular army.

"What do you think will happen if we lose?" the elder said coldly.

"Then I will be nothing, and they will abandon my cooperation without hesitation." Ahab said.

"Wrong." The elder scolded unceremoniously: "The whole clan will be buried with you."

"Ah?" Ahab's face changed drastically, and he looked at the other person tightly and was speechless.

"Are you not convinced?" The elder became even more dissatisfied and cursed: "If we lose, you will definitely die. When you die, the tribal armed forces who have taken refuge in you will also turn their guns and there will be no troops. Suppression, how much do you think they still have concerns? Tribes that have been suppressed by you will also jump out to resist. How long do you think our tribe can persist? If external intervention is added, it will be destroyed in less than half a year."

"Ah?" Ahab had never thought about this problem before. Hearing this, cold sweat broke out on his back. He looked at the elder blankly, suddenly trembled, and said quickly: "Then we must win, we must win!"

"What are your chances of winning?" the elder asked in a deep voice.

"This?" Ahab suddenly felt like a deflated rubber ball, and his face became even more ugly.

"If you can't win, you have to consider your options." The elder said coldly, looking ahead, his eyes shining with wisdom, as if a wise man had seen through layers of fog.

"What do you mean?" Ahab asked in a low voice with a shocked face.

"What do you think?" The elder gave a meaningful sneer.

"But they are also very powerful." Ahab said with a knowing smile. Suddenly he felt like a mouse caught in a bellows, suffering from both sides and unable to offend anyone. Suddenly he heard a noise coming from outside. Seeing someone coming, Ahab looked at the elder apologetically and said, "I'm afraid they are here to visit."

"Act according to the situation and deal with it first." The elder said coldly in a low voice.

"Understood." Ahab responded in a low voice, stood up, his face darkened, returned to his heroic character, and strode out.