The black fox stood at the door of the conference room and looked down at the dust on his body. He had just returned from moving fertilizers and was covered in dirty body.

When a combat staff member found him and said that when Chief P5092 asked him to go to the conference room, he actually knew what he was going to face again.

The most brutal war.

However, the black fox was not nervous at all, but suddenly became a little excited.

He studied in the Tinder Military Academy for 4 years and served in the Third Division for so many years. What he learned and saw was all for war.

A while ago, P5092 found him and said that from then on, everyone may have changed to a logistics armed force. The Black Fox still felt a little regretful.

But soldiers take obeying orders as their duty, and they will do whatever the superior says.

But if he still has the chance to pick up his weapon again, the Black Fox is actually happy.

Moreover, he believed that other soldiers of the Agent Tinder Force would be as happy as him, because everyone was waiting for this moment.

Black Fox knew that it might be wrong for him to think so. After all, war is war and there is a price to pay.

But this is what they are best at, and it is also a career they are willing to give for.

P5092 sat in the conference room and looked at the black fox calmly: "Don't be happy so early. When you know what kind of enemy you are going to face, you will start to suffer."

"No," Black Fox smiled: "I've been mentally prepared for a long time, and I did it ten years ago."

"Go and organize your grooming, and then take people to the armory to collect your equipment," said P5092.

"Okay," the black fox turned around and ran away, full of vitality, as if he was a new recruit when he had just entered the military academy.

P5092 continued in the quiet conference room: "This time the Third Field Division no longer builds new defensive positions. Faced with such a huge enemy, the plain positions cannot stop them at all, so they must delay their pace in guerrilla ways."

In fact, the Third Field Division really cannot stop the enemy. All they can do is to delay some time to ensure that the residents of the Northwest retreat as much as possible to the rear.

So, they don’t need to defeat anyone, they just need to buy time.

"What support is needed," Ren Xiaosu asked: "I will participate in the battle with the Sixth Field Division, so that I can gain more time."

"No," P5092 shook his head and said, "Young Marshal, you must understand that the greatest significance of being alive now and let everyone know that you are alive. You and Commander Zhang are both spiritual pillars of the Northwest, so you cannot fall. If one of you has an accident, how much damage will it cause to the morale of the entire Northwest Army? Do you know?"

Of course Ren Xiaosu knew this truth.

P5092 continued: "This has nothing to do with greed for life and fear of death, and it is the same with me. The dead commander will be worthless. This world never needs unnecessary blood. You and I need to live calmly until the end. It is not that we want to live, but that this war requires us to live."

Ren Xiaosu took a deep breath and said, "Then what else do you need to support?"

"Vehicles, diesel and gasoline supply are required," P5092 said: "Only in this way can we support the mobility of guerrilla warfare. You have mentioned that the other party can directly control the Wang's mechanized troops."

The situation facing the northwest is somewhat different from that of the Qing family.

There is no road between the Qing family and the Wang family, so the mechanized troops have no possibility of crossing the southwest forest.

But the northwest is different. The Wang family had long stationed troops on the border. There were roads here and there was a Wang family's advance base near the border. Even if the other party's supply line was not enough to support the advancement of large-scale mechanized troops, there would definitely be a small number of armored vehicles and tank vehicles arrived in the northwest.

Therefore, if you want to fight guerrilla with such troops, your mobility must also keep up.

However, at this time, Wang Yuexi, who attended the meeting, hesitated and said, "But the problem is that diesel, gasoline, and vehicles are all things that residents need when retreating. The entire barrier of transportation must be operated so that the residents can be transported away as soon as possible."

The conference room suddenly became quiet, and the resources were limited, so the issue that Ren Xiaosu had to decide.

If Wang Yuexi is given to evacuate residents, then the P5092 side will definitely not be able to ensure high mobility.

You cannot have both fish and bear's paw.

Ren Xiaosu frowned, and he stood up and said to Wang Yuexi: "You can arrange the retreat first, don't hide it from the residents of the barriers. Such things cannot be hidden. Zhang Xiaoman, you bring a brigade into the barriers to maintain order. If someone incites civilians to cause chaos, they will be arrested. As for how to evacuate, I will think of another way."

At this time, P5092 suddenly said: "Wang Yun, you select 10 soldiers from the army who were once in Fortress 178 and let us come to see me. Remember, I want those soldiers who still have family members in Fortress 178 but are not only sons. Give me all the eyes of the young marshal to you, and I want them who have never opened the door of the key."

Ren Xiaosu was stunned for a moment, and he immediately guessed what P5092 wanted these 10 soldiers.

P5092 thought about it and added: "It is better to be voluntary."

In the Sixth Field Division, more than a thousand people were from the 6th Field Division who followed Zhang Xiaoman to Barrier No. 144, so it is not difficult to find these 10 soldiers.

In the afternoon, P5092 took back all the true vision eyes that Ren Xiaosu had sent out, including each true vision eyes above the red level, totaling 10.

There were originally more than twenty pieces, but recently a large part of you have opened the key door. If you want to open it, you must let the previous master of the True Vision Eye die.

A true eye corresponds to a soldier, such as the red stone in Zhang Xiaoman's hand that had not opened the key door, can all become the key to this evacuation plan.

It is a very critical thing to stay at the 178 Fortress. Although the key door is uncontrollable, if you are away from home for too long, then this door has a high probability of opening to their respective homes.

This is the rule for Ren Xiaosu to screen soldiers.

The width of the red key gate can pass through one person at a time, and the golden color can pass through two.

Of course, civilians cannot pass quickly like soldiers. Perhaps it takes two or three seconds to pass a person. This time is not accurate and needs to be counted again.

But once a soldier opens the end of the Key Gate at the 178 Fortress, the entire civilian retreat plan can reduce a lot of burden. At least children, women, and the elderly, who are not suitable for long-distance travel, can leave the Key Gate.

There are four barriers that need to retreat in total, and Ren Xiaosu must try a shortcut.

But these soldiers who opened the key gate are not immune. They must wait for everyone to pass and turn the True Vision Eye counterclockwise for ten circles to close the key gate.

In this way, all those who pass through this door will not fall back to the other end of the door after it is destroyed.

According to the retreat countdown, these soldiers are likely to be unable to leave Barrier No. 144.

That's why Ren Xiaosu told the soldiers who do these things cannot be the only son.

To be honest, Ren Xiaosu is reluctant to make such a choice because this matter is unfair to any soldier.

P5092 looked at Ren Xiaosu and asked, "Young Marshal, do you feel unbearable?"

Ren Xiaosu glanced at P5092: "Yes."

P5092 said: "This is something that each of us must experience. Do you remember the little story of that train? There are 10 people on one side of the track and hundreds of thousands of people on the track on the other side. Originally, the train was going to crash into hundreds of thousands of people, and the switch was in your hands. How would you choose?"

Ren Xiaosu shook his head: "No, this metaphor is wrong. These 10 people did nothing wrong. They didn't missed it. They didn't stand at another intersection. However, now just because they are soldiers, they have to sacrifice them, so they have to take the initiative to stand on another fork road and exchange their lives for others' lives?"

P5092 said: "Yes, just because he is a soldier, each of us is ready to sacrifice for hundreds of thousands of civilians."

Ren Xiaosu shook his head again: "I have other ways."

P5092 said: "It's okay, young marshal, if you can't bear it, I'll tell them."

"I'm going to say," Ren Xiaosu said firmly.

When 10 soldiers came to Ren Xiaosu, Ren Xiaosu looked at the faces of the soldiers, and everyone was looking at him with anticipation. They all knew that the young marshal had very important things to them to do.

"What are your names? How old are you?" Ren Xiaosu asked softly.

"Zhao Wankun, 40 years old!"

"Jiang Feifei, 31 years old!"

"Zhang Hao, 31 years old!"

"Liu Daixu, 25 years old!"

"Luckily, I'm 23 years old!"

"Cheng Fangwei, 24 years old!"

"Xu Penglong, 21 years old!"

"Wang Fojun, 21 years old!"

"Dai Jinkai, 26 years old!"

"Tang Boying, 28 years old!"

The oldest of these 10 Northwest Army soldiers is 40 years old and the youngest is 21 years old.

Ren Xiaosu was silently thinking about how to speak, but Zhao Wankun smiled and said, "Young Marshal, you can tell me it's okay. We are mentally prepared. We came voluntarily."

In fact, they knew what was going on, and they knew it when they asked if they were only children when they asked P5092.

Jiang Feifei smiled and said, "Young Marshal, the P5 Chief has told us what's going on. We are willing to stay here and wait for everyone to close it after passing the key gate. In fact, compared to those comrades who need to fight against the enemy, we are already happy enough, and they are the most dangerous."

Ren Xiaosu was silent for a moment, then said, "I will accompany you on the front line until the last moment, and then take you away with a steam train."

This is Ren Xiaosu's method. Perhaps P5092, as an excellent commander, has become accustomed to sacrifice and has died for his ideals by one life after another, but he still finds it difficult to get used to it.

So, he would wait until the last moment with these soldiers.

"Let's start," Ren Xiaosu said: "Just take the stone sent to you, drip the blood, and then rotate the wall behind me clockwise for ten rounds, and the door of the key will be opened. The candidates for barrier No. 144, Zhao Wankun, Jiang Feifei, and Zhang Hao."

The residents of a total of 4 barriers were to evacuate, so the 10 soldiers were evenly distributed to each barrier, with 2 or 3 people per barrier.

As for whether they can open the Key Door to Fort 178, no one knows.

"Young Marshal," said one person hesitantly: "What if the door we opened is not in Fortress 178?"

Ren Xiaosu said: "Don't be too stressed. This is something that cannot be determined. It may be around you or in a place you have never been to. Even I am gambled, so even if you fail, no one will blame you. Don't worry, I will ask others to try it in the future. You are just the first batch."

The first Zhao Wankun, when he spun blood ten times, ripples spread on the wall.

He stepped into the key gate in one step, and the next second he returned to Barrier No. 144 in disappointment, and then said with difficulty: "Young Marshal, behind this gate is a snow mountain, and the temperature may be more than ten degrees below minus ten degrees..."

Ren Xiaosu helped him pat off the snowmobi on his shoulder: "It's okay, you go back and rest."

Zhao Wankun lowered his head and walked out of the house. Ren Xiaosu felt that his expression was a little wrong, so he quietly followed him.

Just as Zhao Wankun went out, the veteran suddenly pulled out the gun from his waist and wanted to shoot himself.
To be continued...