Chapter 258: Planning
Who in the Huaxia special operations circle doesn’t know the great names of Wild Wolf and Gray Wolf? Who isn’t aware?
Especially Wild Wolf, hailed as the combat peak of Wolf Fang, He Dui’s number one warrior.
However, few people have seen his true face; most have only heard his voice but never seen the man.
Now there’s a chance to see the legendary special forces soldier, and Black Tiger’s soldiers’ eyes begin to light up.
If they could clash with Wild Wolf or see his true face with their own eyes, their bragging rights afterward would be louder than anyone else’s.
Just thinking about it is exciting.
“Captain, what do we do now? Chase them out?” the deputy asked.
He didn’t care about the identity of the visitor, even if it was the renowned Wild Wolf.
Now the other side was Black Tiger’s enemy; only captured or killed enemies were good enemies, and he didn’t care about the rest.
Whether Wild Wolf or Gray Wolf, they needed to find a way now to turn all these people into dead wolves; Black Tiger’s reputation couldn’t be lost.
As Black Tiger Special Forces’ Number Two Figure, maintaining the team’s honor comes first!
“Chase them out? We’re both in special operations; by now they’ve already cleared the traces. How do we chase?” Lei Keming said.
Moreover, he didn’t dare trust the traces in the forest; who knew if they weren’t traps deliberately left by Xiao Gao.
Just thinking of Xiao Gao’s combat style, Lei Keming knew without a doubt that those traces they found were traps to lure them in.
“We can’t just do nothing,” the deputy said.
He was eager to break the deadlock; if they let Wolf Fang’s people keep acting arrogant, never mind the damage to Blue Team, the drop in Black Tiger’s morale was something he couldn’t tolerate.
In the deputy’s view, being beaten by Black Tiger and Blue Team into fleeing like rats, Wolf Fang didn’t seem as impressive as the rumors.
“Who said I’m doing nothing?”
Hearing this, Lei Keming glanced at the deputy; he just hadn’t had time to state his plan yet.
What the deputy understood, he as commander naturally could think of too; with his understanding of Xiao Gao, breaking the deadlock would be a piece of cake.
“Now we’re in the open, they’re in the shadows.
We can’t rashly send people out to capture them; what’s the difference from throwing meat buns at dogs? So I’ve decided to leave here.”
After Lei Keming spoke, the cadres big and small showed varied expressions, none rushing to state their position.
Some thoughts didn’t need saying; Lei Keming could tell from their faces that everyone clearly had objections to his decision.
It was just due to his prestige in the detachment that no one dared to be the first to speak up for now.
Seeing the soldiers’ reactions, Lei Keming felt a faint disappointment rise in his heart.
At this moment, he finally understood that the gap between veteran units and emerging units was as clear as gullies submerged by water.
Those who know about light refraction know that gullies under water look shallow and within reach; throw a stone down and you’ll discover just how deep that gully really is.
Lei Keming recalled his “happy” days in Wolf Fang back then; a situation like this would absolutely never happen in Wolf Fang.
In sudden situations, even if it was He Dui’s decision, if everyone thought there was a problem, they would point it out without hesitation, with Lei Keming being the most outspoken.
Seeing the essence through the problem, Lei Keming knew this was caused by his usual stern and unsmiling demeanor, but this was a personality issue that couldn’t be changed overnight.
Learning from this lesson, Lei Keming would gradually make changes in the future, but for now, he needed to solve the current trouble first.
Generally speaking, when leaders encounter situations that are hard to broach, they need the deputy to step forward.
Lei Keming’s deputy sensed a gaze from beside him looking his way, and his heart stirred, thinking trouble!
Beside him there was no one but his own captain; no need to guess, he knew the deadlock was on him to break.
As Lei Keming’s deputy, he was quick-witted, with strong personal qualities, and could vaguely guess the captain’s intentions in this arrangement.
So he spoke up: “The captain has made it very clear; with the enemy in the shadows and us in the open, it’s not suitable for active strikes. We can’t do losing deals.”
At this point, the deputy paused and deliberately checked everyone’s reactions, finding the crowd’s expressions less stiff than before; even the captain nodded to him, his gaze full of encouragement.
The burden on his shoulders lightened, and the deputy relaxed, continuing: “But turtling up in defense isn’t Black Tiger’s style; since our detachment was established, we’ve never fought a passive defensive battle!
Ask around the entire Northwest Military Region; it’s always been us Black Tiger beating others, no reason that in the Southeast Military Region it turns into us getting beaten!
So the captain means we turn passive into active; his Wolf Fang wants to sneak attack us? Now we won’t play with him. If it were you, wouldn’t you get anxious?”
The soldiers below nodded in agreement, some even getting fired up and speaking out: “Definitely anxious; what a pity not to eat meat that’s at your mouth.”
Though this soldier’s metaphor wasn’t quite apt, Lei Keming and the deputy didn’t mind.
As long as morale could be ignited, these were small matters.
“Anxious is right! When people get anxious, they make mistakes, and when they err, our opportunity comes—then settle scores with grudges or grievances!” the deputy said, waving his hand.
Sure enough, after his explanation, the previously cold atmosphere turned heated; even he himself got fired up, as if victory was right before them.
Seeing it was about right, Lei Keming then said: “Wolves travel a thousand miles eating meat; dogs travel a thousand miles eating shit. We’re tigers roaring in the mountain forest, so naturally we eat meat.”
Lei Keming looked around, seeing his subordinates’ excited faces; he raised his arm, clenched his fist, and said with heroic spirit: “Let’s do it!!!”
With morale fully ignited among officers and soldiers at all levels, they all thrust out fists to clash with the captain’s: “Let’s do it!!!”
The crowd swept away their dejection, and Lei Keming began meticulously assigning missions: which people to pack supplies; which to recon the surrounding environment; which to provide firepower…
Under Lei Keming’s meticulous thinking, surround, pursue, block, intercept—all methods and contingency plans for surprises were arranged properly.
The dragnet was laid; just waiting for the prey to take the bait.
The first to discover unusual movement in Black Tiger Detachment wasn’t Gao Zhong Dui and Gray Wolf, but Chang Ning hiding on the hillside.
Draped in a ghillie suit, he blended seamlessly with his surroundings; without high-tech gear, just the naked eye couldn’t spot him at all.
Occupying the high ground, Chang Ning saw the unusual activity at Black Tiger Camp below clearly; several people converging on one tent—as long as not an idiot, anyone could guess that tent was Black Tiger’s command post.
His target this mission—Lei Keming—was inside.
“What a pity.”
The trigger of the Type 85 was already in pre-pressed state, the telescopic sight’s crosshair aimed at the tent entrance, just waiting for Lei Keming to come out.
In the end, Chang Ning saw several officers enter the tent bustling, then come out, but the target never appeared.
Even more pity was that he couldn’t pass this intelligence out promptly now; for ease of action and stamina conservation, Chang Ning and Lone Wolf’s comrade had parted without communication equipment.
