The boss has no descendants, but he encounters four smaller versions of himself

"Rumble rumble rumble—"

The sharp roar of artillery shells could be heard in the distance.

Flames exploded, and smoke billowed everywhere.

Amidst the ruins, several thin figures huddled together, their dirty faces revealing only oversized, empty eyes.

This is east of Jin Ge, a scorched earth that has been repeatedly torn apart on the map and plowed countless times by artillery fire.

Spring should bring life, but here, there are only muddier roads and more frequent conflicts.

No one would have imagined that behind this hellish scene, in the temporary command post, Commander Su, who decided on offensive and defensive strategies and allocated limited troops and resources, was actually a child.

Su Chaoji, the mysterious commander codenamed Boss Z, is standing in front of a huge tactical sand table.

The red and blue flags on the sand table represent the enemy and our own positions.

He held a newly deciphered enemy telegram in his hand, and a calm demeanor that seemed out of place with his youthful appearance emanated from him.

"Sir, another small group of enemy troops has been detected in area B3. The reconnaissance squad requests instructions." A captain, his face covered in gunpowder, strode in, speaking quickly. But in his gaze toward the boy in front of the sand table, there was not a trace of contempt due to his age, only complete trust and waiting.

Su Chaoji did not answer immediately.

His gaze slowly shifted from area B3 on the sand table to the marked points of the enemy supply lines further inland.

In the month since arriving in this war zone, he has transformed from a young man parachuted in by the Supreme Command and met with much skepticism into the de facto brain and backbone of this weary army.

He doesn't rely on shouting and passion, but on an almost terrifying ability to read the battlefield, an astonishingly accurate prediction, and a calm decision-making style beyond his years.

After a moment's thought, Su Chaoji finally spoke, "Tell the reconnaissance platoon to let them in, then cut them off at the C1 depression. At the same time, have the Second Company launch a feint attack on the D4 hill. The firepower should be heavy and the commotion should be significant."

The captain's eyes lit up: "Lure the snake out of its hole and strike its vitals? But wouldn't it be too risky to feign an attack on Hill D4? It's exposed to enemy artillery fire there."

Su Chaoji raised his eyes and said calmly, "So we need to be fierce with firepower. We need them to believe that our main force has been drawn to D4. Telecommunications Group, simultaneously implement radio silence cancellation and create enough false communication traffic in the D4 direction."

The captain immediately stood at attention: "Yes, sir!"

Turned around and walked away quickly.

The command post fell silent again, with only the occasional static from the radio and the muffled boom of artillery fire in the distance.

Su Chaoji walked back to the sand table, picked up a small blue flag representing his side, and stuck it in an inconspicuous spot on the sand table, marking the location of the abandoned mine tunnel.

That was where his true main force was hiding.

The two sides have been fighting for a long time, with countless dead and homeless children everywhere.

He wanted to end the war in the shortest possible time and bring peace back to the world.

Coming to Jingge was his own choice.

He remembered his father saying before he left home: "Dabao, do what you think is right, but remember, home is always your way back."

He believed that the right thing to do was not to kill and conquer, but to stop killing and conquering.

When he ventured deep into the battlefield and saw countless broken families and crying children behind him, a sense of mission quietly took shape.

Upon his arrival, he persuaded local leaders who were in dire need of breaking the deadlock.

At first, he was skeptical and reluctant to give it a try, but a brilliant ambush and a precise intelligence prediction quickly earned him respect.

They didn't know his full name, only that he was called "Su" and came from the East.

"Soviet, the enemy's main force has begun to move towards D4, and the small infiltrated units have entered the pre-set ambush zone at C1!" An excited voice came from behind.

The speaker was Barth.

In his fifties, he wore a faded old-fashioned military uniform with his epaulets removed, but his spine was ramrod straight and his eyes were sharp as an eagle's.

Su Chaoji called him grandfather; Bart was once the highest-ranking commander in this war zone.

But ever since Su Chaoji arrived, Bart has handed over the command to him, willingly becoming his deputy, and unconditionally trusting the boy.

In his first few days after arriving, it was this old general who overruled objections and gave him a chance to prove himself. After the first battle was won, he handed over supreme command without hesitation.

From then on, all of Bat's soldiers submitted to Su Chaoji.

Upon hearing the good news from Grandpa Bart, Su Chaoji nodded, his face remaining calm: "Notify the ambush troops to close the net. Order the D4 feinting force to withdraw in stages as planned, maintaining contact but not engaging in direct combat. Artillery groups, coordinates E7, F2, stand by."

A glint of light flashed in Bart's eyes. "Good!"

The battle unfolded just as he had predicted.

No one doubted the young commander's decision, because in the past month, every order he gave had ultimately led to victory on the battlefield, saving the lives of his already exhausted brothers to the greatest extent possible.

Soon, the small group of enemy troops lured into the depression were wiped out.

Meanwhile, the enemy's main force rushing towards D4 ran headlong into their own troops and the precise artillery fire that could fall at any moment.

Even more fatally, their flanks and supply lines have been exposed to Su Chaoji's main force, which has quietly emerged from the abandoned mine tunnels.

The next forty-eight hours were a nightmare meticulously woven by Su Chaoji, for the enemy.

His troops appeared like ghosts, striking, disappearing, constantly wearing down the enemy's manpower and will.

He used weather changes and terrain details to set up one trap after another.

There were no large-scale, bloody charges, only precise, platoon-level cuts, encirclements, and psychological warfare.

Finally, on the evening of the third day, after Su Chaoji's main force completed its final tactical suppression, the enemy command sent a signal to retreat and surrender.

"We win! We win!"

The brothers below cheered as they relayed the good news.

Bart also burst into laughter: "Hahaha, great! We won again! That was a beautiful fight! Those bastards were completely routed by us, it felt so good!"

However, just when everyone was overjoyed...

Su Chaoji looked at everyone and said calmly, "Don't be too happy yet. The enemy has only temporarily halted their retreat, but their main force is still there. They have supporters behind them and their supplies are still available. They will come back sooner or later."

This one sentence brought the cheers to an abrupt halt.

Everyone present calmed down, their smiles frozen on their faces.

Bart lowered his head, then looked at Su Chaoji with a heavy expression: "You're right. Behind them are those warmongers and arms dealers who are eager to stir up trouble. We won this time, and they lost some equipment and personnel, but as long as the support behind them continues, they will inevitably make a comeback after a period of rest, and... they may be even more insane."