Chapter 931: Fire Dilemma

"According to my instructions, the rear security department should formulate a disposal plan as soon as possible for the situation reported by the Northern Column troops. It must be submitted to me before 9 o'clock tomorrow morning."

"Yes! Commander!" The lieutenant colonel section chief wrote down the words at a very fast speed.

"Also, regarding the supply line of the East Column troops..." Before Wang Tiefeng finished speaking -

Boom!Boom!Boom!

Three clear and powerful knocks on the door interrupted the conversation inside.

"Report!" A loud voice came from outside the door.

"Come in!" Wang Tiefeng turned his head and saw the tall figure of Du Yuming, captain of the Spark Commando, appearing at the door. The colonel's shoulder straps on his starry camouflage training uniform shone coldly under the light.

"Yuming is here? Come, sit down first and wait for a moment!" Wang Tiefeng smiled and waved his hand towards the empty chair next to him, then turned to the lieutenant colonel and continued to instruct:

"Remember the key points of the East Column issue: repair the nodes of Highway 3 first, the engineers..."

"Yes, Chief, you go ahead!" Du Yuming responded promptly, and then sat down under the silent guidance of the duty staff officer.

"Captain Du..."

"Oh, thank you, sorry for the trouble~" Du Yuming politely took the cup of water handed over by the duty staff officer and looked down.

'Tea?'

Looking at the steaming tea in the cup, Du Yuming was slightly surprised.

'It's almost 2am, why are you pulling yourself out of bed so late and serving yourself tea?'

'Are you going to sleep after drinking tea so late at night?'

But considering that this was personally sent by the chief's staff, it was impossible for him to make such a low-level reception mistake. Thinking about the notification before his arrival, Du Yuming, who had been woken up in the middle and was still a little sleepy, woke up instantly!

Looks like I'll have a big job to do later!!

Thinking of this, Du Yuming quickly became excited. The Spark Commando Team had not had any major work for a long time, so now they have been reduced to doing security work.

Of course, this is not to say that providing security for important leaders is not a good thing, but that if they can do other big jobs, the Spark Commando will have more room for development.

After all, the Spark Commando's positioning has always been offensive in nature, and now that its main business has become security, it is indeed a bit uncomfortable. This makes Du Yuming surrounded by a strong sense of guilt all the time, as if the Spark Commando has fallen into decline in his hands.

Du Yuming even heard more than once that some team members complained about him behind his back, saying that his ability to "pull people's business" was not as good as that of the old captain Wang Wu...

Compared to what I did before? I have been alone in many rescue missions, important equipment search missions, and important target strike missions....

Now what? Security, security, security, and more security!

So it's no wonder that the members of the Spark Commando are under pressure. The difference between before and after is indeed too great. In recent times, the tactical position of the Spark Commando has obviously declined...

Du Yuming himself was also helpless about this. He was under great pressure from his business, but times had changed!

In today's war zones, firepower coverage, heavy artillery bombing, and air force carpet bombing are common. The zombie mutants are also a bunch of losers who don't even resist. This has resulted in the Spark Commandos not getting any work at all...

So sometimes Du Yuming himself complained: "Three guns shattered the dream of a special forces soldier. If it's not enough, just increase the amount of gunpowder..."

"I really miss those days. There were no war zones and the firepower was not good. If there were any special situations, we could only rely on the flying fire commandos in the whole city..."

"The Spark Commando lives right next door to the Chief. How important is that! What about now? Unless it's a security mission, there's almost no chance to see the Chief..."

'Alas~ I hope I can have a good life this time, otherwise those calves below will really poke my spine..."

...

"Yuming, are you sleepy?"

About ten minutes later, Du Yuming, who was lost in thought, was suddenly awakened by a loud voice. He looked up and saw the tall and burly figure of Army Commander Wang Tiefeng standing in front of him, with the shadow cast by the light completely covering him.

"Report to the commander! I'm not sleepy!" Du Yuming jumped up and stood at attention as if by reflex, his military posture straight, and explained in a slightly hurried tone.

"Hahaha - sit down! Sit down and talk!" Wang Tiefeng put his big hand like a palm leaf fan on his shoulder, and laughed heartily with a hint of apology: "If you are really sleepy, blame me! It's not fair to pull you out of your warm bed and bring you to the headquarters in the middle of the night!"

As he spoke, Wang Tiefeng sat down on the main seat of the reception sofa, crossed his legs, and sunk his back and head into the wide sofa backrest, looking like a domineering and unconcerned military leader.

As soon as he sat down, Wang Tiefeng took out a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket. He flicked a cigarette skillfully, flicked his wrist, and the cigarette drew a short arc and was thrown accurately at Du Yuming: "Come on! Consider it my apology for disturbing your sweet dream, haha——"

"I dare not, thank you, Chief!" Du Yuming caught it swiftly, stood up, and walked quickly to the sofa where Wang Tiefeng was.

He half-bowed, his posture respectful but not humble, and the lighter in his hand "clicked" and a bunch of blue flames shot out: "Commander, I'll light it for you."

Wang Tiefeng accepted it calmly and turned his head slightly to get closer to the fire.

Hiss~Hu~~~

After the cigarette was lit, Wang Tiefeng couldn't wait to take a deep breath. As his Adam's apple rolled, the spicy smoke swirled fiercely in the depths of his lungs, and then he exhaled a long breath - the gray smoke column sprayed straight out for more than a foot, curling and dispersing~~

At this moment, Wang Tiefeng's eyelids drooped slightly, and his expression was almost relaxed, as if he was gluttonous. Even the centipede-like bullet mark on his right eyebrow unconsciously relaxed...

After taking a puff of the "life-extending cigarette", Wang Tiefeng saw that Du Yuming had sat back across from him properly. He spoke again amid the smoke. The smoke blurred his hard outline, but his voice was more hoarse and intimate than before:

"Yuming, I just came here not long ago. Although we haven't been together for a long time, I believe that with your ability, you should have figured out my temper."

"I am just like a firecracker. I get ignited at a touch. As soon as the spark pops up in my brain, I have to fan it into a blaze!"

"The leader has a tough style and puts efficiency first. He is a role model of practical work! I deeply understand this and need to learn more!"

Although Du Yuming didn't know why the army chief suddenly opened up to him, a small regiment commander, he knew that no matter what the situation, it was always right to say nice things.

"I know that your Spark Commando is directly under the war zone and is not under the dispatch of our Army Command." The ashes between Wang Tiefeng's fingers fell, but his eyes were fixed on Du Yuming's face like an eagle.

"But the blood flowing through our bones is the blood of the Army after all! As the old saying goes - good things should be kept within the family!"

Having said that, as Wang Tiefeng leaned forward suddenly, the leather of the sofa groaned under the heavy weight. He watched as the cigarette butt that had burned to the end was pressed hard into the bottom of the ashtray, his movements as sharp as a sword being sheathed.

"Yuming, do you feel that the Spark Commando is becoming less and less important recently? It's like having a sword that can cut through iron like mud, but you can only let it hang there and eat dust every day?"

Without waiting for Du Yuming to answer, Wang Tiefeng spread out his rough palm and drew a map of the apocalypse in the diffuse smoke:

"Looking around in this apocalypse, the countless corpses and mutant creatures are like endless 'wheat fields'... You are good sickles - delicate, sharp, and can harvest cleanly and beautifully! But if you harvest one acre at a time, how long will it take?"

"And what about large-scale warfare? It's the steel combine harvester driving into the wheat field! The engine roars, the tracks roll over--"

"Bang~" Wang Tiefeng slammed his fist on the armrest in a heroic manner: "It doesn't matter whether it's wheat ears or weeds, crush them all into the soil without leaving a single blade!"

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