After D+15, the traversal was suddenly supplemented by fifty laborers who could move freely in the green paint area, well, at most, forty-nine laborers, and little Lorianne was not a laborer, she couldn't even peel potatoes. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The abundant labor allowed the canteen in the green paint area to open, and now there is no cooking area in the base where there is an open fire. The lively scene of a picnic at the base of the green paint district will never appear again.

The restaurant is actually a big tent, in fact, except for the hospital, which is a cement building, the rest of the green paint area is either a tent or a container house.

Outside the large tent that is the restaurant, there is a wooden bulletin board, which is a bulletin board made spontaneously by people who eat melons, and the information on it is not the official information released by the Interim Executive Committee, but the personal information released by the public. The content is varied, there are various event schedules, some are married, some seek professional and technical help, some form various clubs, and some find common interests. It's like a bulletin board near a university cafeteria.

Zhao Zeshi and Xiao Chen Yongqing met through posting information on this bulletin board, and the pair of good friends are both lovers of online novels. The difference is that the latter is a reader and the former is a street writer.

"Why are you stupid running away to be Lucifer's subordinate? You don't covet her beauty, she's a femme fatale. Watch out for her card rubbing your little dingtin. Xiao Chen Yongqing, who was sitting on the bench in the restaurant, said while stuffing food into his mouth, and made a scissor movement with his free hand.

"Your sister, you're not stupid, you're not stupid, why are you playing those big bombs every day? One day, if you're not careful, bang, you can't even make up the little dingding. Lao Tzu Qingming can only go to the mound to worship you. Zhao Zeshi complained back.

"Hey, your uncle. Didn't you just complain about your military uniform design, and you cursed me like this. "Xiao Chen Yongqing is not happy, Zhao Zeshi's complaint is too vicious.

"You little boy knows a lot, there's a reason why I'm a writer, and you're only a reader. Brother is a person who is destined to become famous with a pen, and you are a person who has to tutor high school physics, you won't understand. "The so-called good friends, hurting each other is an indispensable program, and when they meet, they will sore each other, which is a manifestation of witnessing friendship.

"Your sister, it's hard to dismantle it, why always mention tutoring, rereading, is it interesting? Besides, aren't you going to work as a spy in the MIA? How can you still be famous with a pen? Xiao Chen Yongqing looked confused.

"So, young people are short-sighted, haven't you read novels about war? The work of guiding public opinion has always belonged to the intelligence department, and I am now in charge of this in the Military Intelligence Department. Zhao Zeshi looked excited.

"The last time you called for designs for the uniforms of the Security Forces, it seems that you said the same thing. Guiding public opinion? We don't even have a newspaper, so you seem to be an idle worker. It's sad that I changed departments and had an endless substitute career. Xiao Chen Yongqing said, it seems that the pair of good friends can't chat happily today.

Lu Xiaobei did establish such a new department in the Military Intelligence Department, of course, she was not purely because she couldn't arrange a position at will for Zhao Zeshi, a young man who was not deeply involved in the world. Lu Xiaobei has been too busy lately, and she can't complete the things she planned, especially the things that require word processing skills to complete, and at the level of the three ghosts under her who can't even read the documents, many things can be done by herself.

After taking over Zhao Zeshi, a former Internet writer, Lu Xiaobei was overwhelmed by his extravagant resume, and just wanted to arrange a job to shut him up and leave. But because of the oceanic appearance in the design of his military uniform, she didn't dare to hand over too urgent and important matters to him.

Hearing that he claimed to be a former best-selling web novel writer, Lu Xiaobei's eyes lit up, it was really suitable for him to do such a job, and there would be no big mistakes.

"We have a very tricky matter to deal with in the MIA, and it seems that we have to let you go. You've heard of the 918 Incident and the 77 Incident, right? Lu Xiaobei asked Zhao Zeshi.

"Yo, Director, look at what you said. As a Chinese person who grew up under the red flag, who can not understand these two things. Zhao Zeshi hurriedly answered.

"Well, the Executive Committee plans to sink one or two large Japanese ships in the near future. However, the mediation of the British is probably coming soon, and we need an excuse to attack. You will follow the faces of the Japanese at the time of the 918 and 77 incidents, and give us a few spare stories for the reference of the Operations Department. Remember, the story has to go in the direction of the anger of man and God. Didn't you just catch a Japanese spy, and this situation can also be used. Lu Xiaobei commanded.

After explaining this, Lu Xiaobei went to work on other things. She felt that the requirements of the air strike team were not so urgent, and that those things that could be solved by a single bomb before World War I could be as thick as a warship could be solved, so they would come and do it again, shouting and shouting for data all day long, as if they were afraid that others would not know how professional their air strike team was.

Lu Xiaobei's remarks were often sprayed by Hao Dajian as military blindness, but this opinion was also recognized by some people, who were sincerely not optimistic that Japan's warships in this period would be able to resist the US military's active aerial bombs and anti-tank missiles in the 21 st century.

Lu Xiaobei felt that her main energy should be on dealing with the Qing army in Dalian Bay, who had gone from generals to soldiers. In case the panicked Qing defenders, just like in the history of old time and space, turned around and ran away as soon as they heard the sound of Japanese artillery, then the traversers would be completely in wax. They had no other way to delay the Japanese attack on Lushun than to use more bombs to blow up the "Li Hongzhang Trestle Bridge" in Dalian Bay.

With a pier with a pier, the supply speed of the Japanese army will be increased exponentially. Even if the crossing forces risk being discovered that the aircraft has bombing capabilities to destroy the trestle, the Japanese army can also deal with it by blowing it up and repairing it, after all, the number of bombs crossing the crowd is limited.

By the time Lu Xiaobei finished explaining how Ma San would deal with the Dalian Bay issue and returned to the office, Zhao Zeshi had already written several drafts.

These stories really need to have an outline, and the plot has a plot, but I didn't expect this unqualified costume designer to have this kind of hidden attribute. Lu Xiaobei finally stopped worrying about how to arrange the work of this subordinate.

"Well, these plans are all good, and they are all operable. You can refine the details again, and next time you bring the materials with me to the executive committee and wait for consultation. Lu Xiaobei handed him back the materials written by Zhao Zeshi.

It's like getting a homepage recommendation, right? This happiness came too suddenly, and this former street writer was a little excited.