Others show their swords, I show my missiles!

In a slightly dim office, the yellowish light is like a soldier who is exhausted to the extreme, emitting a weak and flickering light.

It seemed as if it was struggling feebly, trying with all its might to dispel the heavy, lead-like, suffocating atmosphere around it.

However, in the end, there was nothing we could do to save the situation.

The surrounding walls seemed even darker in the dim and flickering light and shadow, as if hiding countless unknown and mysterious secrets, which made people feel chilly.

Just now, our army's carefully planned marching route, which condensed countless efforts, was accurately sent to Gu Shousan and Jiang Wufa in the form of a telegram.

A thrilling contest that surged like an undercurrent, full of unknowns and thrills, slowly and silently began its heavy curtain.

Jiang Wufa sat behind a large desk. In the dim light, the desk looked like a solid and heavy fortress, exuding an invisible sense of oppression.

His face was so solemn as if he was carrying the weight of the whole world, and his brows were locked together so tightly that it seemed as if they could pinch a fly to death.

His eyes revealed deep worry and great determination, as if he was making a difficult decision concerning life and death.

He knew better than anyone that this operation was of vital importance and any mistake could lead to disastrous consequences.

This not only concerns whether the scientific expedition team can safely pass through this dangerous and lurking area;

Furthermore, it is related to whether China can develop mushroom bombs before Russia.

This is a race between time and wisdom, and there is no room for error.

After a moment of intense and intense thinking, he quickly picked up the paper and pen, his movements clean and neat, without any hesitation.

The handwriting was vigorous and powerful, just like his unwavering determination at the moment. Every stroke of his pen was filled with his high attention to this action and his belief in going all out.

After writing it, he could not wait to send the telegram. The characters of the telegram were transmitted to the distance like lightning along the electric current, carrying an unquestionable and unrejectable order:

Gu Shousan was required to fully cooperate with the operation and withdraw the troops along the way by at least five kilometers to open up an unobstructed road for the expedition team and to escort this significant operation.

At the same time, in another command center that was as hidden as a mysterious cave, Gu Shousan was sitting in a chair.

His eyebrows were tightly entangled together, like two twisted mountains, as if he wanted to lock all the worries, entanglements and contradictions in these frowned brows.

He held the telegram tightly in his hand. The small piece of paper seemed to weigh more than a thousand pounds in his hand, making it difficult for him to breathe.

At this moment, his heart was like a turmoil, with all kinds of complicated feelings intertwined together, as chaotic as a tangled mess.

Originally, he had his own wishful thinking in mind, secretly thinking of taking advantage of this God-given opportunity to find a trumped-up charge and take down this expedition team loaded with precious mushroom bomb technical data in one fell swoop.

In his heart, the fruit of success is like a huge stepping stone to promotion. As long as he steps on it, he can rise to the top and return to the glorious moments of the past when he was glorious and admired by everyone.

The recent record of the troops under his command in their battles with the People's Liberation Army was truly disastrous. They were defeated over and over again, and their morale was so low that he could not hold his head up in front of his superiors.

The "defection" incident of Feng Chi and Qin Zhongleng a few months ago was like adding insult to injury, making Gu Shousan's situation even more difficult, and he was almost surrounded by enemies.

Therefore, Gu Shousan was eager to make a contribution and wanted to use this opportunity to restore his position in Jiang Wufa's heart and regain his trust and reuse.

“If I hadn’t received this telegram, when I had successfully obtained the technical information and technical personnel and presented them to my mentor, he would have praised me greatly and perhaps even helped me regain my former glory.

By then, my position in the army will be as solid as a rock, and those who once looked down on me will have to look at me with new eyes. "

Gu Shousan muttered to himself in his heart, his eyes flashing with greed and desire. The desire for reward was like a blazing fire, burning his heart.

He was so excited that even his breathing became rapid and heavy, as if he had already seen himself standing at the pinnacle of glory, receiving the cheers and admiration of everyone.

The corners of his mouth unconsciously rose, revealing a smug and greedy smile.

However, reality was like a basin of ice-cold water, which ruthlessly woke him up from his sweet dream with a "splash" - the telegram was clearly before his eyes.

At this moment, he was caught in a dilemma. If he did not mobilize troops according to Jiang Wufa's request, it would be equivalent to openly disobeying orders. The terrible consequences were like the sword of Damocles hanging over his head, and he really did not dare to think about it.

Just as he was like an ant on hot pot, hesitating and restless in this dilemma, a staff officer walked over cautiously, slightly bent over, like a frightened quail.

He leaned close to Gu Shousan's ear and whispered a bold and almost crazy idea:

"Master Gu, can we reveal their marching route to the Omanriks so that they can send planes to bomb them?"

As soon as these words came out, Gu Shousan's face instantly turned gloomy, just like the sky before a storm, covered with dark clouds, so depressing that it made people breathless.

Without even thinking about it, he shook his head vigorously, his eyes revealing determination and ferocity, as if he had turned into a vigilant wolf at that moment, rejecting this seemingly tempting but risky proposal:

"Our goal is to use this expedition team, not to destroy it. If we destroy it, we will lose more."

Gu Shousan once again fell into deeper thought. The entire office was as quiet as a dead abyss. The only sound he could hear was the ticking sound of the wall clock, as if mercilessly urging him to make a decision.

He subconsciously picked up the teacup on the table and gently used the lid to stir the tea leaves floating on the water. The tea leaves were spinning irregularly on the water, just like his chaotic thoughts at the moment.

Every time a thought flashed through his mind, he immediately and decisively denied it.

At this stalemate, suffocating moment, a staff officer suddenly remembered something as if struck by lightning, and hurriedly came up to Gu Shousan and reminded him:

"Master Gu, some troops are nominally under our control, but in reality we cannot command them."

This sentence was like a ray of light in the darkness, and Gu Shousan's originally dull eyes suddenly lit up.

It was like seeing a glimmer of hope in the endless darkness, as if I had instantly found the key to solving the problem before me.

A barely perceptible sly smile crept up the corner of his mouth.

"You mean, Ma Qing and Ma Ning's troops?"

Gu Shousan's voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from a deep ancient well, with a hint of unquestionable majesty.

The staff officer nodded hurriedly, his head nodding as if pounding garlic, his eyes full of expectation, as if he hoped that his proposal would be approved by Gu Shousan.

The flickering light in those eyes was like seeing a ray of light in the darkness, and they were eager to take this opportunity to change something.

During this brief question and answer session, the atmosphere in the headquarters became increasingly subtle.

In the originally quiet space, there seemed to be an invisible undercurrent quietly surging.

Everyone could feel that an unknown conspiracy, like a cancer slowly hatching in the darkness, was slowly brewing in their whispered conversation.

Every subtle movement, every light breath, seemed to be adding to the conspiracy that had not yet taken shape.

Speaking of the world-famous "Two Ma", they are known to everyone in this land.

They are like two shining yet dangerous stars, occupying an important position in the sky of the Ma family army.

Ma Qing, like a majestic tiger, dominates the vast land of Qinghai and Gansu.

Under his rule, this land seemed to have a wild power.

He has a firm control over many units including the C82 Army and the C129 Army. These units are like his sharp claws, making his military strength astonishingly strong.

The neatly-arranged troops, sophisticated equipment, and powerful lineup were like a Great Wall made of steel, making his position in the northwest as solid as a rock.

Ma Ning, on the other hand, is like a vicious dragon lurking in Ningxia, guarding the land firmly.

He is entrenched in the land of Ningxia, like a vicious dragon hidden deep in the abyss. It seems calm, but it is actually turbulent.

He controls the C128 Army, C11 Army, C81 Army and other troops, which are the basis for his dominance.

With these forces, he formed a powerful and awe-inspiring military force in the Ningxia region.

People around him were afraid of him and dared not provoke him easily, for fear that they would accidentally anger this evil dragon hiding in the dark and bring about a catastrophic disaster.

The origin of the Ma family army can be traced back to the late Qing Dynasty.

At that time, the Taiping Rebellion was developing vigorously, and the Qing government was busy suppressing it and had no energy to take care of other things.

The descendants of the Ma family were very clever. They seized this opportunity immediately. Like a cunning hungry wolves, they slowly grew and developed in this chaotic land of the Northwest region by relying on ruthlessness and political tactics.

They rose up in a bloody and stormy environment, their sphere of influence grew larger and larger, and they became a military force in the northwest that could not be underestimated.

Later, the wave of the Xinhai Revolution surged across the country, but the Ma family army still firmly maintained their ruling position in the northwest region.

As time passed, this force gradually split into two main factions, one was the Ma Qing faction based in Qinghai, and the other was the Ma Ning faction based in Ningxia.

Although these two factions both belong to the Ma family army, they have their own ideas in their hearts and fight openly and secretly for their own interests.

In 1936, the Red Army's Long March was victorious.

At that time, the Shaanxi-Gansu Red Army wanted to seek stronger support and decided to move westward.

However, there is a huge obstacle ahead - the Ma family army in the northwest.

In October of the same year, the Western Route Army was in a situation of being short of equipment, but still maintained a firm belief and fearlessly advanced towards the northwest.

It was like a sharp blade, piercing quickly into the Hexi Corridor and successively conquering all the important cities in this area.

The Western Route Army had strict discipline and never harmed anyone, which won them the heartfelt support of the local people. People provided them with supplies and assistance, hoping that this righteous army could bring peace and hope.

However, as the battle line was pushed further and further, the difficulties encountered by the Western Route Army became increasingly apparent, and supply problems gradually became the key constraint.

As supplies from the rear became difficult to obtain, the soldiers became increasingly short of supplies during the battle, and their situation became increasingly difficult.

In November 1936, the Ma family army took advantage of the West Route Army's difficulty in supply and scattered forces to launch a sudden and fierce attack.

In an instant, flames of war broke out and shouts of killing shook the sky.

Relying on their high mobility, the Ma family cavalry shuttled through the Western Route Army camp like ghosts.

The Red 9th Army was the first to bear the brunt of the attack and suffered a heavy blow. Due to the swift attack of the Ma family cavalry, it lost more than 30% of its troops, and many high-ranking generals at the army and division level died heroically in this brutal battle.

Their blood was spilled on the land of the Northwest, dyeing the once peaceful soil red.