The weather in November in the inland area already has the flavor of late autumn, with continuous drizzle often falling in the middle of the night. In the few days since Song Ye's team arrived, the ground has not been dry.
This kind of humid weather will be even more unbearable in the mountains. Usually in such months, the defense of factories in the mountains will be reduced, and people will be relaxed, which is the best time to attack.
Several people were discussing in the room but couldn't find a suitable solution. They were so anxious that they almost turned gray with worry. In the blink of an eye, they saw their boss sitting by the window, rolling up the bamboo curtain and admiring the dripping rain under the eaves of the thatched hut. , and a hazy scene of farmhouses on the street.
Compared with the reinforced concrete of high-rise buildings in later generations, today's natural style without any trace of artificial modification is more pleasing to the eye.
The people by the window are admiring the scenery, but the people inside the house are admiring the people by the window.
The girl was wearing a pure white dress, revealing two slender arms. She leaned on the railing and looked out. The half of her side face was white and flawless. Reflecting the misty lakes and mountains outside the window, it looked like a quiet and beautiful painting.
Just like the poem written by Dai Wangshu, this is a lilac-like girl holding an oil-paper umbrella, which instantly embeds itself in people's hearts.
"Have we discussed it?" The originally quiet and picturesque Lilac girl suddenly turned her head, her deep eyes as cold as the moon, blowing away all the charming fragrance in the room.
Several people all turned their gazes, shook their heads, and adjusted their thoughts.
This is not the weak Lilac girl who can be bullied, but the overlord who has swept away the entire Luo Province.
It's just that Song Ye used to dress up as a man, and even if she was good-looking, she could still pass for a man. But recently, she suddenly reverted to women's clothing. Too many beautiful faces often make people distracted.
When Zhao Chongbin saw Song Ye with fluttering hair for the first time, he was almost frightened on the spot, and he still feels awkward from time to time.
I dare say that my boss is not a pretty boy, and I am the only one in the whole night gang who is a pretty boy.
The few people didn't have the nerve to say that the boss was so fascinated, so they had no choice but to return to the topic, "Boss, I can't find a suitable route to go in. You really can't go into the mountains in the dark in this weather."
Song Ye landed on his white canvas shoes, his two thin calves slowly swaying in the air, and touched the drawing on the table with one hand, "We still have to attack head-on." There are many ethnic minorities here, and there are no evil things. A civilized and scientific society, if you don't follow the right path to enter, you may lose your troops and generals in it.
Although sacrifices are inevitable, one less may be one.
"But in a frontal attack, our firepower can't match it." Wang Tiechuan frowned, remembering that the opponent was an arsenal and had as many grenades and submachine guns as they wanted, so they lost in terms of weapons.
Seeing how timid and hesitant they were, Song Ye curled his lips and revealed a sneer, "A year ago, I slaughtered a village alone in the mountains of Lincheng."
Everyone was shocked when they heard this. You must know that a village can have hundreds of people at least. Song Ye's words meant that she killed hundreds of people by herself at that time. And she was only fifteen years old at the time.
Thinking of this, everyone felt the hairs on their backs stand up, and some were afraid to look at Song Ye's delicate face.
This lilac flower is not only thorny, but also bloody.
But they understood the meaning of Song Ye's words. After a few months, their lives were too comfortable. Facing the battlefield again, they were a little timid before fighting.
And Song Ye's bloody past is the best warning to them.
"Fuck it, I don't believe we can't take it. These hundreds of brothers are all good players. They all show their special abilities. If we catch the leader, we will be half successful. I'll take the lead." Wang Tiechuan was aroused with enthusiasm. Biting her cheek, she felt quite impulsive and wanted to throw away her life and blood.
"Heh, count me in. I have been training secretly for so many days. It's time to see some blood. I suggest organizing a vanguard team. The number is not large. The most important thing is to open up the situation first." Zhao Chongbin also stood up. He is someone who has fought on the battlefield and still has a certain understanding of the layout. And he is not afraid of sacrifice or death. When he proposes to take the lead, he probably wants to send it up first to block the muzzle of the gun.
"I am coming too!"
"Count me in!"
With the first statement, everyone was aroused and became passionate.
"Very good. In any war, fighting spirit is the most important thing." Song Ye raised his eyes and scanned the people in the room, nodded, showing a satisfied look, and then continued: "This time, we have a secret weapon."
Um
Everyone was puzzled.
Song Ye raised his eyebrows and spit out a name, "Go and ask Les Yu to come over."
Hearing this, Wang Tiechuan reacted suddenly, "The boss not only asked him to be the guide, but also asked him to be the bait."
This is not a question, but an affirmation.
Song Ye glanced at him lightly, "My teaching you for so long was not in vain."
Wang Tiechuan was convinced, scratched the back of his head, and smiled a bit silly.
Soon, Les Yu, who was wearing a suit, was invited over. After calmly walking into the house, he sat on a chair and faced everyone's burning eyes. He couldn't help but smile bitterly, "I'm just a grasshopper on a boat. I listen to Song. The boss acts.”
Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then they suddenly realized that their boss must have had a plan for a long time.
"Okay, everyone, sit down. Now you can hear every word I say clearly." I wasted a few days standing still, partly to penetrate into the local area, and partly to train my subordinates. Now Entering the main topic, Song Ye showed his usual vigorous and resolute style.
Everyone was prepared, knowing that it was a matter of life and death, and their expressions were tense in an instant.
"Three days later, Boss Le will contact the other party to discuss the sale. This operation is divided into two parts. Zhao Chongbin and I became the vanguard team to enter and be responsible for the assassination. Kawako then conducted a head-on clearing and captured it in one go."
Before setting off from Shishi, Song Ye had asked Les Yu to call in advance to negotiate a deal with the other party. Others only thought it was a scam to invite you to the urn, and Les Yu was just leading the way. It was not until now that they knew that Les Yu This was their first step to break through the arsenal.
Of course, as a bricklayer, Lesyu himself said that it was very sad. Although he had to bear Song Ye's benefits, now that he entered the mountain, he didn't know whether he would come back alive.
"Before you go in, at least find me a woman so that she won't look so suspicious." Les Yu resigned and began to make suggestions to gain more chances of survival.
"A woman?" Song Ye turned around from the chair, crossed his legs, and said quietly: "I'm not the one."
Lesyu's heart was filled with a lump, and he couldn't get up or down for a long time.
Even leaving aside her status as the leader of the night gang, the key point is, "You are still underage."