Who taught you to be a recruit like this?

Chapter 307: Win Back All That Was Lost

The office was filled with smoke and fumes.

There is a shrine on the right wall, enshrining a statue of a ferocious god.

There is an incense burner and various colorful offerings in front of the statue.

Most of the smoke in the room comes from this incense burner.

Lessinger was surrounded by smoke, his hair a mess, like a chicken coop.

He had a pipe in the corner of his mouth and his hands were resting on the table.

His eyes, as big as cow dung balls, stared intently at the map on the table.

Because of the continuous failures, he was scolded by his superiors.

Coupled with the obstruction of some competitors, his reputation plummeted.

As someone from the highest class and with noble blood, he simply could not tolerate successive failures.

So, when Lessinger looked at the area marked with a red cross on the map, he felt very dissatisfied.

"They are all a bunch of useless people who are more likely to cause trouble than to accomplish anything!"

"My plan was so perfect! Damn it! The territory I fought so hard to seize was taken back by those barbarians!"

He used all kinds of dirty words to vent his dissatisfaction and turned his attention to several other areas on the map.

But after some consideration, he finally shook his head helplessly.

Compared to here, other places really don't have any ZL significance.

This is like a gangster collecting protection money. The value and income of Bowl Lane, Causeway Bay and Sham Shui Po are completely different.

It seems that we still have to find a way to plant a flag on the original land again.

Get up where you fell.

Lessinger knew very well that only by taking it back could he wash away the shame.

However, how to plan and layout is not an easy task.

Through this lesson, Lessinger has fully realized the strength of his new opponent.

Unlike the previous batch, this new batch seems to be particularly strong.

Whether it is the use of cold weapons or close combat, he is extremely powerful.

It was like they were specially deployed to restrain them in order to deal with a situation where no shots were fired.

Moreover, Lessinger also learned that there seemed to be a brand new synthetic force.

You know, in Western countries, the reputation of combined forces has long been known to everyone, and their combat effectiveness and responsiveness are by no means comparable to unconventional forces.

It is like a clenched iron fist, which not only punches quickly but also with great force.

But at present, Lessinger can't think of any good way to deal with the situation except to send more people.

However, the more people there are, the greater the problem of logistics will become.

The small or medium-sized granary near the border is simply not enough to provide so much food.

As for transferring grain from surrounding granaries, it is not very realistic.

Because the transportation distance is long and the road infrastructure is not very good.

If we send some food to the meeting, it might not be enough to pay for the gas.

Just when Lessinger was scratching his head anxiously, a confidant walked in from outside with coffee.

"Sir, have a cup of cat poop coffee to refresh yourself."

"Ah."

Lessinger said nothing more, took the coffee and took a sip.

In fact, this was his fourth cup of coffee at that moment.

But the effect of caffeine could no longer clear his mind.

At this time, the confidant saw that he was still worried, so he took the initiative to suggest: "Sir, I actually have an idea, but I don't know if it is feasible."

"Oh? Tell me?"

Lessinger looked at him with a frown, smoking his pipe.

The confidant smiled and said, "Actually, I don't think we lost to the other party. In my opinion, we actually won."

Lessinger asked puzzledly, "What do you mean?"

The confidant laughed and said, "Take a few decades ago, for example. They attacked our capital, but in the end, they did nothing and simply retreated. Didn't we just declare our victory and successfully scare them off?"

"Although those who understand know that we are in ZWFJ, many people are still kept in the dark and think that we have really won."

"Winning or losing is just a matter of one word. The right to speak in the news is in the hands of Western countries. We can say whatever we want."

"As long as you throw dirty water on the other side, there will always be many fools who believe it. And those words and influences that are detrimental to you will be minimized, right?"

Lessinger raised his eyebrows. This was indeed a good idea.

Not only can you restore your own image, but you can also disgust the other person.

Moreover, he was sure that those arrogant white people would be happy to help.

This can be seen from the fact that they never report news about the University of Tokyo fairly and objectively, and they like to add a smog filter.

"Go on," said Lessinger, smiling.

"Actually, the black and white points can only alleviate the situation temporarily." The confidant continued confidently, "If we want to completely reverse the public opinion, we still need to come up with some practical solutions."

He avoided the areas marked with red crosses and pointed to two spots on the map. "That area has been recaptured by them now, and they definitely won't let their guard down anytime soon."

"So, I think there's no need for us to fight them to death on this."

"Although this and this place don't have much use or significance for us, even a small mosquito is still meat..."

Lessinger stared at the two areas on the map and asked, "So, what you're saying is..."

The confidant leaned close to his ear and whispered something with a smile, which immediately made Letinger smile.

He stroked his beard, and his thoughts seemed to open up all of a sudden.

Since the security door cannot be kicked in, let’s remove the windows!

Since we cannot win a substantial victory at point A, let’s get our ground back at points B and C!

Lessinger tapped his pipe twice on the ashtray and poured out the ashes.

"Your suggestion is very good. We must tell those rude guys that we are not to be trifled with!"

"Sir, your original plan was foolproof. It was Salman and Kulma, those two idiots, who made mistakes during execution..."

Lessinger nodded in agreement, and the situation suddenly opened up.

He took out two small flags, stuck them at two points on the map, and said with a smile.

"As soon as the sun rises, go arrange for the gasoline and food supply for me. There must be no mistakes!"

"In half a month, I will be back to my old ways! This time, I'm going to win back everything I've lost!"

……

At the same time, a dark shadow had arrived at the outskirts of a building under the cover of darkness.

According to the mark on the map, this is a medium-sized granary.

Moreover, food is specially supplied to the guys in front.

The black shadow easily took care of the dozing guard at the door and walked inside on tiptoe.

But at this moment, something in the corner suddenly opened its green eyes.

Woof, woof woof woof!

A burst of dog barking broke the silence of the night.

Just as the bright light of the searchlight was about to cover him.

Qin Feng quickly hid in the darkness, but saw that all the lights in the houses in the distance were on.

A large number of guys with guns rushed out of the house, shouting and surrounding him...