Chapter 569: Lose and Eat Shit—Do You Dare?

"Here, you're thirsty, right? Have some water first."

Wang Zhongxi cheerfully handed him his large teapot.

In the past, Gao Feng would always take his water kettle to drink tea, and after finishing would nitpick, saying: Why isn't it flower tea.

Lu Yang didn't hold back, took a sip to soothe his throat, and then directly reported the work details and the battle results they had achieved earlier.

Wang Zhongxi actually already knew in advance, but hearing Lu Yang report in person still made him grin ear to ear.

"Well done, that was a truly beautiful counter‑ambush!"

"Especially this time, thanks to your early insight into the danger, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable! But how did you spot the Red side scouts hidden in the grass, when so many veterans passed by without noticing? They must have been wearing lucky uniforms, right?"

Lu Yang pointed to his own eye: "Regiment Commander, Political Commissar, do you remember the New Recruit Company physical exam—did one of my eyes turn out color‑weak?"

"I recall, but what does that have to do with this?"

"I later checked the records; during World II many excellent snipers and observers were mildly color‑weak, so I can instantly distinguish the lucky uniform's color from the surrounding grass."

"Oh—so that's it!"

Wang Zhongxi and Tan Yuanzhou exchanged glances, their surprise unmistakable.

Back then, in the New Recruit Company, because of this incident, Lu Yang was almost discharged by the 'irresponsible quack.'

Fortunately, they overruled everyone and kept him, and now that decision looks truly spot‑on.

Moreover, future recruitment physicals could relax the criteria a bit; or, for mildly color‑weak recruits, a special admission could be opened.

Early targeted training for those with shooting talent can also bring more outstanding personnel to the unit.

But in fact, color‑weakness only helps against soldiers with ordinary concealment skills; against complex environments and elite scouts whose lucky uniforms have wild grass or branches attached, it's of little use.

But Lu Yang is different; he's got a knack—where he senses an issue, he clears it, so easy!

After a brief commendation of Lu Yang, Wang Zhongxi got straight to the point: "Lu Yang, the situation for our Blue Army is far from optimistic; the front line is falling back step by step, and the outermost positions have all been lost."

"The plan remains as you mentioned before: a depth strategy, trading space for time; but once the fighting starts, it doesn't seem to work that way."

Lu Yang asked, "Where did it go wrong?"

Wang Zhongxi exhaled a puff of smoke, his face full of worry, and said, "The original plan was to withdraw from the front entirely tomorrow morning, pulling the battlefield back; but the current situation is that we can't hold it that long at all."

"The front can't even hold a little longer; we're passively retreating, and the tempo is completely out of our hands."

"If this continues, the Red side will only fight harder, and the exercise could be over in two or three days at most."

Lu Yang furrowed his brows, looking at the sand table before him.

The Red side's attack routes have already been marked with small flags.

It's clearly visible that the Red side is coming from that side and launching attacks from that side, gradually eating away the Blue Army's outer defensive positions.

Honestly, Lu Yang hadn't anticipated this; he knew the Red side was the ace of the Second Brigade and that they were certainly stronger, but he didn't expect the gap to be this huge.

Consider that even after intensive training and holding the home‑field advantage, it was still hard to repel the Red side's powerful assault.

This is the gap between theory and practice in reality; the 'trading space for time' theory works in principle, but in execution it's very difficult.

Especially, every move of the Blue Army is monitored by the Red side's information‑technology global view, so each troop redeployment is directly captured, leaving us very passive.

Tan Yuanzhou said, "I've discussed with the Regiment Commander and incorporated the Chief of Staff's suggestions; currently, the biggest problem is how to eliminate the Red side's global view."

"The Night Tiger Elite were previously restrained by you, their main reconnaissance methods couldn't be used, yet they still precisely captured our deployments and troop movements, launching targeted attacks."

"From this alone we can be 100 % sure they employed information‑technology; on the tech side they're delivering a dimensionality‑reduction strike against us."

"So we plan to send reconnaissance forces to infiltrate the Red side's camp in reverse; what exactly we should do, we'd like to hear your ideas."

Lu Yang knows the Chief of Staff's office must have already drafted the operation plan.

The Political Commissar says that just to see his own talent in commanding battles.

Consider it a field test, on‑site teaching, using the battlefield to verify truth.

Lu Yang isn't shy at all; after briefly summarizing what he's learned and observed, he speaks confidently.

"My idea has three main points; solving these three problems will let the depth strategy proceed smoothly—gradually lure the enemy deeper and concentrate forces for a lethal strike."

"Give it a try?"

Lu Yang looked at the sand table: "First, locate and eliminate the Red side's information‑technology troops so they can't spy on our true intentions."

"That way, they'll become increasingly arrogant with each small victory and minor gain; of course, our troops will also have to rise in resistance, even a near‑death counterattack, to make it feel more realistic.."

Wang Zhongxi nodded: "Well said, what about the second?"

Lu Yang: "Second, the key to this tactic is a single word—delay; delay time, delay the enemy, delay their supply lines, while we also need more supplies."

"So we should try to cut off the enemy's supplies amid the chaos, making them run into resource and even ammunition shortages before we do."

Wang Zhongxi's eyes lit up, and Tan Yuanzhou's mouth twitched with a faint smile, clearly pleased with his proposal.

Lu Yang raised his third finger: "Third, and the most crucial point—locate the Red side's chief commander and completely destroy their command hub; this will make subordinate commanders become intoxicated with victory, lose reason, and accelerate their downfall."

"Well put!"

Behind the screen, Chief Director Cai Zhengbang directly praised Lu Yang.

Other staff in the directing department also nodded approvingly, showing high recognition.

They say you can judge a person's future at three; even though Lu Yang is now only a captain and Company Commander, everyone can see his perspective already surpasses his position.

Even if he stayed at the General Headquarters, he'd easily qualify as a brigade‑level deputy chief of staff; moreover, they have Lu Yang's file and know he's a young man who never attended a military academy.

He's achieved this without any further training; after completing training, he'd be unstoppable, perhaps even capable of being a regiment chief of staff.

Zheng Chengfeng said nothing, but his pride was unmistakable.

Feng Ming caught a glimpse, his mouth sour, and couldn't help mocking, "Ha, you sound so convincing, but it's all just talk on paper!"

Zheng Chengfeng sneered, "Do you dare to bet?"

"Bet on what?"

"Bet the military budget."

"Get out of the way!"

Feng Ming had already witnessed Zheng Chengfeng's skill of getting something for nothing, and knew how thick-skinned he was, so naturally he wouldn't fall for his tricks again.

Cai Zhengbang also coughed and said, military funds are fixed allocations, how could they be used for a bet, that's sheer nonsense.

Zheng Chengfeng: "What should we bet on?"

Feng Ming: "Besides military funds, anything goes."

As soon as he finished, he added: "Equipment isn't to be bet either, the venue is out of the question, and don't even think about betting logistics supplies."

"What's the point of that?" Zheng Chengfeng teased: "Old Feng, you're not afraid of losing, are you?"

"I'm not afraid???"

Feng Ming was so angry he laughed: "You've wiped out the Blue Army's outer defense positions, it's obvious I won, how could I not dare? You want to play big, huh? Fine then!"

He pointed to the temporary toilet outside and said arrogantly: "If you lose, you eat shit, dare you?"

Zheng Chengfeng: "......"

Cai Zhengbang: "......"

Everyone in the Director Department: "......"