There was a commotion in the square, but no one else could hear them other than Ren Xiaosu.
After a long time, the deep voice suddenly said, "Although this kid is a little wicked, I find it quite interesting. After all, being thick-skinned doesn't mean much in these troubled times. Instead, only by being a little wicked can we survive together with Fortress 178."
The martyred spirits slowly calmed down. One of them suddenly said, "Commander Li, do you think this kid is qualified to be the commander?"
Commander Li said in a deep voice, "In any case, I think he's fine. When my former commander reprimanded me, he always said I was too serious. If I kept talking about benevolence and morality with the enemy, I would get all the soldiers of Fortress 178 killed. At first, I didn't understand why he said that. But later on, I realized he was right. That's because our enemies wouldn't talk about such things with you. "
"Alright then, since Commander Li said that, there must be a reason for it," the martyred spirits said.
"However," Commander Li changed the topic, "I'm a little worried about the kid who will take over this kid's position in the future. Although it's still too early to say, according to the tradition of Fortress 178's succession of commanders, they have to find someone who is unwilling to be the commander. Then, the old commander will force the new commander to take over. In that case, with that wicked guy's character, his successor will definitely have a miserable life."
"Commander Li, you're still in the mood to care about that?" The martyred spirits said, "I'm only fucking concerned about when this kid can tell me the rest of the story!"
The next morning, Ren Xiaosu woke up feeling refreshed. He packed his things and prepared to follow Zhang Jinglin to the outpost on foot.
However, Xu Xianchu came to inform Ren Xiaosu that his itinerary for the day had been temporarily canceled. Commander Zhang had something more important to attend to, so the plan to leave the outpost would have to be postponed for a few days.
Ren Xiaosu was taken aback. "Oh, it's fine. I'll just take a stroll around the stronghold for the next few days."
He thought to himself that something that could make Zhang Jinglin change his itinerary must be very important. Moreover, Xu Xianchu did not tell him exactly what it was, which meant it was highly confidential.
Ren Xiaosu asked, "May I ask what the matter is?"
"I don't know either." Xu Xianchu said with a smile, "Don't look at me like that. I really don't know. In order to ensure the confidentiality of this matter, Commander Zhang and some of his colleagues who are carrying out this mission don't even use communication devices. They can't even use satellite phones."
Ren Xiaosu was puzzled. One had to know that Xu Xianchu had the responsibility of protecting Zhang Jinglin on a daily basis. If he didn't even know what was going on with such a close person, wasn't the level of confidentiality too high?
What could it be?
However, Ren Xiaosu was not a nosy person. He would know what he needed to know sooner or later.
Moreover, Zhang Jinglin had something to do at the last minute, which was exactly what he wanted.
Ren Xiaosu thought to himself, 'Didn't I just get to know a group of friends? I might as well take advantage of this free time to improve my relationship with them!'
After Xu Xianchu left, Ren Xiaosu became the most idle person in Fortress 178. He put on his cap and walked out to prevent too many people from recognizing him. Ever since he walked through the streets yesterday, a third of the people in Fortress 178 probably knew what he looked like.
Ren Xiaosu headed straight for Bronze Bell Square. When he arrived, he was surprised to see a young man standing under the bronze bell with a newspaper in his hand.
As he got closer, he heard the voices of the martyred spirits. "Group one, read the first half of the first page. Group two, read the second half of the first page. Group three, get ready. Everyone, before the target burns the newspaper, everyone must complete your mission!"
"Roger that!"
"Roger that!"
"I guarantee we'll complete the mission!"
"Use me for the first battle! We'll definitely win if we use me!"
Ren Xiaosu did not know whether to laugh or cry. Why did reading the newspaper sound like they were going to war? He seriously suspected that these 200,000 martyred spirits had already reorganized themselves and might have even formed a well-organized army.
If that were the case, as long as he could summon the martyred spirits to the temple of the martyred spirits, they would instantly be able to form a combat force.
Moreover, some of these martyred spirits had been together for close to 200 years, with the weakest among them having been together for 16 years. This kind of tacit understanding was probably unmatched by any other troops.
But at this moment, a martyred spirit suddenly said, "Wait, look! That wicked bastard has actually returned!"
Commander Li, who had a deep voice, ordered, "Ignore him. Let's read the newspaper first!"
At this moment, the young man holding the newspaper looked at the bronze bell and said, "Seniors, the new conscription has begun. I've already passed the physical examination, so we'll all be comrades from now on. Do y 'all know that the Northwest is very prosperous now? This golden age is as you wish, and I'll defend this fortress with my life just like you did. "
The reason why the people of Fortress 178 burned the newspaper for the martyred spirits was that whenever there was any good news about the Northwest in the newspaper, everyone hoped that these pioneers would be able to read about it in the afterlife.
There was a brazier in Bronze Bell Square that was specially used to burn the newspaper, and it was cleaned regularly. Therefore, this could be considered a tradition of Fortress 178.
At this moment, the martyred spirits were all smiling and saying, "I think this kid is pretty good. He might even be a company commander in the future."
"I think he can be a brigade commander!"
"Who knows, he might even become a commander. Hurry up and replace that wicked bastard …."
"Wait, that wicked bastard is walking over!"
"What's he trying to do?"
Ren Xiaosu took out a torch from somewhere and said to the young man, "I'll help you."
The young man recognized Ren Xiaosu. "Young … Young Marshal?"
Ren Xiaosu said with a smile, "I've only just arrived at Fortress 178, and I haven't been able to do anything for the martyrs yet. Why don't you let me burn this newspaper?"
The young man looked at the sincere expression on his Young Marshal's face and said emotionally, "Sure."
With that, Ren Xiaosu took the newspaper from the young man's hands.
The young man had only brought a box of matches with him. With the speed at which the matches ignited the newspaper, the martyred spirits still had time to memorize all the contents of the newspaper. After all, they had been training for so long.
But with a torch, it was a completely different story.
When the martyred spirits saw the torch in Ren Xiaosu's hand, they were shocked. "Stop it, kid!"
"Holy shit!"
"I've still underestimated how wicked he can be …."
As the raging fire ignited, the martyred spirits were in despair as they watched the rapidly burning flames.
After the young man left, Ren Xiaosu suddenly laughed. "Alright, don't be in such a hurry to scold me. I was just joking with you guys. I specially bought today's Hope Media newspaper. You guys can take your time to read it this time."
With that, Ren Xiaosu took out the newspaper from his storage space and spread it out on the ground. He then sat down next to the newspaper to protect it from being blown away by the wind.
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