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

A young officer's voice trembled: "Will the war never end?"

Then, despair spread.

"Yeah, when will this damn war end?"

"If the fighting continues, our deaths are a small matter, but our country, our people... really can't hold on any longer..."

“My village… was bombed to the ground last year… everything is gone…”

Su Chaoji shook his head: "No, believe me, wars always end. There is no war that never ends. But how it ends and what the world will be like after it ends depends on what we do now."

Everyone's eyes lit up, and hope was rekindled.

Bart raised his head, bearing everyone's questions, and looked at Su Chaoji again, "So what should we do?"

Su Chaoji walked to the map.

He marked on the map with a pen: "First, continue to monitor and keep the lock on. Notify the reconnaissance team behind enemy lines, and focus on confirming the actual stock of supplies and the defensive strength of these two nodes. Report once an hour."

The command post fell silent, and the atmosphere turned solemn.

Su Chaoji continued, "In addition, reinforce the fortifications, rotate and rest personnel, arrange medical teams and logistics, and provide basic assistance to civilians in the recovered areas. Do as I say first."

After he finished speaking, everyone said in unison, "Okay, we'll all listen to you."

The order was given, and the staff got to work.

Just then, a soldier rushed into the command post, his face pale: "Mr. Bart, something terrible has happened!"

"What's the panic?" Bart frowned.

The soldier, panting heavily, said, "News has come from the front... the enemy has captured a young prisoner. Our scouts have gathered information... saying that the young prisoner is your granddaughter!"

Bart's pupils constricted sharply: "Nonsense! My granddaughter is at home, how could she have been captured by the enemy!"

“Look at this…” the soldier said, trembling as he handed over a blurry photograph.

Bart grabbed it.

In the photo, a little girl wearing a dirty pink coat is being roughly lifted by the arm, her face covered in tears. It is his five-year-old granddaughter, Sofia.

His vision went black, and his body swayed.

He remembered.

Two days ago, I did receive a text message from Sofia: "Grandpa, I miss you. I bought a plane ticket with my allowance and I'll come to see you in a couple of days."

He was extremely busy at the time and took it as a child's joke, so he casually replied "Stay home and forget about it."

Who knew that his little granddaughter would actually come?

A person flies to the war zone.

Instead of protecting her, he caused her to fall into the hands of the enemy.

The photo slipped from his trembling hands.

Bart trembled violently and staggered backward.

Su Chaoji caught him in time and calmly asked, "Grandpa, is this really your granddaughter?"

Bart, tears streaming down his face, said, "It's...it's my beloved Sophia..."

Su Chaoji frowned, his tone calm but firm: "Since she is so important to you, then I will go."

Bart looked up abruptly: "What? You're going?!"

Su Chaoji: "I will go deep into enemy territory to help you rescue your granddaughter."

"No!" Bart immediately objected. "Absolutely not, it's too dangerous!"

The surrounding officers and soldiers also tried to dissuade him: "Su, you are our commander, you can't take the risk!"

"If anyone should go, it should be us!"

Su Chaoji raised his hand, and everyone quieted down.

“First, they don’t know me, so it’s safe for me to infiltrate in disguise. Second, I’m just a kid, so they won’t be too wary of me. I’m the most suitable choice.”

Bart shook his head again: "No... I can't let you be in danger because of my granddaughter..."

Su Chaoji looked at him with clear and determined eyes: "Grandpa Bart, please believe me. Since I have been able to lead you to victory in so many battles, I will definitely be able to rescue your granddaughter."

"But……"

"Don't you believe me?"

“Of course not!” Bart exclaimed.

"Then let me go." Su Chaoji's tone left no room for argument.

He turned around and began to issue orders quickly: "I need a set of old clothes from the local children, some food and water, and the most basic communication equipment. Prepare a vehicle to take me to the border of the front line. While I am away, command will be temporarily handed over to Grandpa Bart, and all plans will proceed as usual."

“Su…” Bart’s voice choked with emotion.

Su Chaoji straightened his collar, turned to look at Bart, and said calmly, "I'll bring her back."

Barthes pleaded desperately, but Su Chaoji was determined to leave.

When Su Chaoji took over, Bart promised to unconditionally obey the boy's commands and trust every decision he made.

But when the decision meant he had to face danger alone, Bart felt his battle-hardened heart ache so much it felt like it was about to burst.

Just as Su Chaoji was getting ready to get into the car, Bart came over again. Before he could even speak, Su Chaoji interrupted him: "Grandpa Bart, I know what you want to say, but this is a battlefield. Time waits for no one. Every minute wasted increases the danger to your granddaughter."

Bart grabbed Su Chaoji's arm, his voice choked with emotion: "Child, let's think of another way..."

Even though he loved his granddaughter, he was unwilling to watch Su Chaoji take risks for him.

Su Chaoji frowned: "This is the safest way. We must rescue your granddaughter before the enemy can react."

Bart: "But..."

Su Chaoji: "If you want her to live, then don't hesitate any longer."

The next second, he paused, then lowered his voice, "Moreover, I'm not going there just to save people."

Bart was taken aback: "You still want to..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but the two of them already understood.

Su Chaoji nodded: "That's right, I want to become an undercover agent and obtain core intelligence."

After saying that, he removed Bart's hand from his arm.

Bart's hand fell limply to his side as he watched the boy open the car door and get into the jeep. His throat felt like it was blocked, and he couldn't utter a single word.

As the car started and was about to drive away, Bart staggered to the window and looked into Su Chaoji's calm eyes through the glass.

He finally managed to utter only one hoarse sentence: "Child, you always surprise me."

Su Chaoji was silent for a moment: "Grandpa Bart, my goal is the same as yours. I came here hoping that one day, the people here can worry about the weather and the garden in the morning, instead of cannonballs."

A flicker of shock crossed Bart's cloudy eyes.

He recalled his life of military service, during which he had commanded countless battles, but he had never met anyone who could inspire such admiration in him.

And this child… He looked at Su Chaoji’s calm face and sighed inwardly.

He was so different from everyone else.

He seemed to be playing a much larger game, a game whose boundaries extended far beyond this battlefield.

Finally, he said in a deep voice, "Grandpa believes in you. I'll wait for you to come back safely."

Su Chaoji nodded: "Mm."

The headlights came on, and the engine started.

Su Chaoji gave him one last look before the car window rolled up.

The jeep drove into the darkness, leaving Bart standing there, watching the taillights disappear into the night, his face streaked with tears.