"Where's the sound?" Hit-Erg retracted his leg from the hillside and looked in the direction on his right, puzzled. The sound of the explosion was exactly the same as the sound of chaos in the stronghold at that time.

"Boss, why did you stop?" Several of the saber bandits who followed Hitt hurriedly stopped with him.

"You didn't hear that loud noise?" Hit's face had turned pale, startling the bandits. At this time, he came to this routine again, and he really couldn't tell whether it was good or bad for a while.

"I hear you, boss." One of the bandits raised his head slightly, but his face was completely red with excitement and exercise. "Whatever he does, it's the right way for us to rush out!"

Coming to his senses, Hitt hurriedly re-followed the pace of the brigade in front of him, but the heart and lungs focused on the blood and oxygen supply to the leg muscles did not dispel one doubt after another in his mind.

"Wouldn't it startle the snake if it detonated like this?"

A few minutes earlier, the sapper who had been assigned to the other side of the gentle slope of Mount Vitagore was stroking the red plastic cover of the detonator and asking the platoon commander of the reconnaissance platoon, Lonzyan, who was constantly checking his watch.

"Their situation is passive, and we have to take advantage of their lack of intelligence and misjudgment of the battle situation, so that one mistake will become more mistakes, and finally let them fall into the net!"

War is essentially a race to make mistakes, and this truth has long been mentioned many times than the bad party. But most people forget that there are three key indicators that determine the course of the war.

Reconnaissance and communication are the key eyes and ears. There is also perfect logistics, which is the erroneous capital of the army.

The former gives the army a foundation for fewer mistakes: a correct analysis of the war situation leads to equally correct strategies and tactics. Weak reconnaissance gives the commander the ability to take a step at a time, and the average reconnaissance ability allows the commander to anticipate the enemy's next move. And the strongest reconnaissance ability can make the fog of war in front of the commander disappear, and the disguise and deception of the enemy can be seen, and even the communication between the enemies can be seen, just like the battle of the Strait on the other side of the portal when Elta fought against the Church of the Two Moons.

Complete communication can make the battle situation in front of the small soldier immediately turn into a briefing in the ears of the marshal. If a mistake is made at the front, the rear can immediately learn about it and give timely correction and guidance, so that the army will not suffer huge losses and will even be able to counterattack.

Just like in a shooter, everyone can understand where the enemy is, whether they are crouching or standing, what weapon they are using, which direction they are facing, and even what their technology is, and that's the limit of what reconnaissance and communication capabilities can do.

As for logistics, just look at the remnants of the bandits on Mount Vitagore who were rapidly lowering their altitude after the explosion. Their logistics relied entirely on "on-the-spot deployment" - that is, looting and self-farming, and the extra time spent on making a few mistakes could wipe out all the rations of all the horses. In this way, they now have no capital to make mistakes. In other words, they know that they are making mistakes, but they still have to move forward; And the Elta Army's bandit suppression unit, which had made a mistake and had made a mistake, could have regrouped on the spot and continued to surround the enemy in an iron barrel.

In front of him, after watching the content emphasized by the instructor of the Elta Military Academy like a movie, Longzi Yang hesitated for a moment before taking the detonator in the hands of the sapper.

"So, you have besieged the enemy for more than ten days? And have already killed most of the bandits in the area? After listening to the soldier's bland narration, Clough asked in surprise.

A few minutes after the explosion was heard on the other side of the mountain, the caravans at the northern mountain road intersection had already begun to talk to the soldiers. And the topic is exactly the safety of the trade routes that they are most concerned about and that they are most concerned about.

"What's there to be afraid of all that waste? It's easier to catch than a wild boar. "The soldier standing in front of the refusal, with a rifle on his shoulder, grinned greatly." If it were really a thousand thorny wild boars in the prime of life, our commander would not dare to say that they were all caught. How many days does it take to catch this? ”

Almost all the businessmen present understood the implication. The front of the mountain road was suddenly filled with laughter.

"From now on, this trade route will be completely opened!" One of the fat merchants, who was driving three carriages, laughed and stamped his feet. "Have any of you ever been to the city of the Otherworld? I heard that it's easy to make a fortune there, so it's good to help each other! ”

Clough and Wolf swept around with their peripheral vision, and sure enough, no one spoke. Is it true that no one is going, or is it false that no one is going? Or don't you want to share the benefits? At least they themselves are the ones who want to monopolize it for the time being.

"Nope...... What a pity. I wonder if there is anyone who is willing to share my wealth with me. The fat merchant shook his head, and Wolfe's multi-layered jaw that moved out of sync made Wolf tingle. The voice is simply not rigid and magnetic like a man, but like a disguised female voice after the Adam's apple is corroded by fat. Even for this appearance, he would not be allowed to follow him and Clough to Mendong City - yes, this journey should belong to himself and his two-person world......

Thinking of this, Wolf gripped Clough's palm a little harder.

"I want to—" Another salt merchant next to him, who was obviously a salt seller, followed suit. "The salt from another world is of good quality, the price is cheap, the paper bags can be moisture-proof, and now the salt on the southern coast cannot be sold, I really want to go there to see, what kind of people can produce salt from the inland on such a large scale?"

"Fool...... It was shipped from the portal! Another businessman he knew couldn't wait to remind him.

"Oh...... Then I'd like to go to the portal. How much does it cost - ahhh ”

"Okay, okay, people don't look down on your salt! I don't look down on your money either! Look at these soldiers, the clothes and pants on their bodies, and the leather boots in the water, which is enough for us to pull a few times? ”

The soldiers at the sentry post only smiled when they heard this. People from other worlds come here to help them really for money, but small money is not money. The fact that the Chinese are so ambitious that they can give enough to the Elta is probably known only to the soldiers themselves.

Suddenly, from the other side of the hill, the sound of tires grinding and the roar of gas turbines could be heard. Some of the soldiers who were still talking to each other immediately straightened their chests and stomachs, their guns on the ground, and their heels touching their heels.

"Look, this way, it's much better than when I was an officer in the Elta Army."

"Riffintos, you don't speak to no one when you're dumb. Do you want me to tear down your stage in front of so many people? Seeing that the soldiers are standing so upright, there must be some big man coming, and you won't be quiet? ”

As soon as the words fell, everyone could already see the magical, untowed BJ212 jeep emerging from behind the ups and downs of the mountain road, and drove directly to the sentry post.

The officer who got out of the car was dressed in a tweed coat, his stubble slightly protruding from his face, and his gestures were noble. Looking at his pupils and the hair exposed under his brimmed hat, the merchants were all shocked—this was the legendary black-haired, black-eyed, yellow-skinned visitor from the other world.

The Elta soldiers, who saw him, immediately leaned closer between their legs and saluted him. And he quickly returned the salute, while maintaining a polite demeanor and patrolling the surroundings with a gentle gaze.

And when the Chinese officer lowered his hand, all the soldiers also lowered their hands at the same time, their feet slightly open. This appearance fascinated all the middle-aged businessmen present who had joined the Elta Army, but they didn't know why.

"Gentlemen." As soon as the officer spoke, the merchants could not help but be surprised. It was a fluent Elta lingua franca, and a southern accent - if it weren't for the skin, the pupils, and the hair, they would have thought he was an Elta officer from the south.

"Gentlemen, I am very sorry to have you trapped here in this late autumn snowstorm."

"Where, Where, ......"

"The general is overthinking ......"

Such a sound filled the precedence of the rejection of the horse, so that the battalion commander had to stretch out his hands, palms facing down, signaling everyone to be quiet.

"Well, it's time for lunch, and our army is expected to be at the speed of your wagon, and the remnants of the bandits will not be able to get out of the mountain until dark. So now I invite the caravans, who are willing to stay with our army for the night in the camp in the mountains, to pass through the gap in the rejection of horses, and after a little registration, they march in formation. ”

"Is there only one option?" There seemed to be a whisper next to a certain carriage.

"Ahem, as for those who don't want to stay in our camp, our soldiers will also stay here until sunrise, in case there are more bandits from sneaking up."

"What about room and board?" Someone here hurriedly asked. "It was your soldiers who promised to eat and live in the barracks, but what about those who are still in the mountain pass?"

"None of those staying in the mountain pass will be provided." The battalion commander raised his hands and shrugged his shoulders and replied with a smile. He was right—the slightest danger and the option of saving a bite of food that a businessman could not get around.

Some of these traders may choose to stay here, but all of them have to ask themselves which option is more worthwhile, rather than concluding without thinking about it—knowing that "famous sayings" such as "other people's food can't be eaten at will", other people's tents can't be slept in at will, etc., are basically axioms on the other side of the portal, and sometimes even if "others" are replaced by "people's soldiers", the answer may not change much.

"This people's heart is really simple." He said this to himself in his heart, as if the days had returned to the time of the impassioned anti-terrorist war in the Western Regions.

The soldiers behind him silently pulled the horses away until they could pass a half-carriage. The clerk who followed the battalion commander took out a pen and paper, stapled it to a clipboard, and prepared to begin registering the names of those who wanted to stay overnight.