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

Su Chaoji paused for a moment, then shook his head: "No."

But Sophia felt that he was an angel.

"Little brother," she whispered.

"Ok?"

"Thank you."

Su Chaoji paused, but without turning around, he tightened his grip on her hand: "Hold on tight, we need to speed up."

Sofia nodded obediently.

She didn't say anything more; all she knew was that the young man was holding her hand, and his palm was very warm.

Grandpa was waiting for her at the other end of the road.

After walking for another half hour, a highway appeared ahead, and a dilapidated bus was parked there.

Shadow and Flying Needle were waiting there; they were the ones who would meet them.

"Boss."

Su Chaoji nodded and said succinctly, "Let's go."

The bus started moving slowly, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Su Chaoji leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

He was tired, but a slight smile played on his lips. The mission was accomplished; Grandpa Bart's granddaughter was safe.

Sofia quietly moved closer, then closed her eyes as he did.

......

It was already broad daylight when the dilapidated bus stopped in front of the checkpoint.

Sofia pressed her face against the car window, staring intently outside.

When that familiar figure came into view, she could hardly believe her eyes.

"Grandpa!" she screamed, and rushed out of the car as soon as the door opened.

Bart stood beside the military jeep, his uniform covered in dust, clearly having just arrived from the front lines.

This old general, known for his iron-fisted nature, had red eyes and his hands were trembling as he opened his arms.

He called out his granddaughter's nickname: "Ya Ya... my Ya Ya..."

Sofia rushed into her grandfather's arms, and Bart hugged his granddaughter tightly, stroking her hair repeatedly to make sure it wasn't a hallucination.

He could smell the gunpowder and dust on her, but she was warm, alive, and still sobbing in his arms.

"Grandpa, I miss you so much..." Sophia buried her face in her grandfather's military uniform, her tears smearing all over him.

“I’m not afraid anymore, I’m not afraid anymore, Grandpa is here.” Bart’s voice choked with emotion. This old general, who never showed weakness on the battlefield, was now holding his granddaughter, whom he had lost and found again, and letting his tears fall.

The surrounding soldiers watched this scene silently; some turned away to wipe their eyes, while others wore relieved smiles.

During the days that Sofia was taken away, the entire base was shrouded in a low-pressure atmosphere.

Bart looked down at his granddaughter, his tone slightly reproachful: "Silly child, who told you to come see your grandfather? Why don't you stay home?"

Sofia looked up at her with a sad expression and said, "I miss Grandpa..."

She lowered her head, her voice growing softer and softer, "I'm sorry, Grandpa, I've caused you trouble."

Bart sighed, his rough hand gently stroking her hair. "It's not for my sake, it's for our commander."

Sophia blinked: "Commander?"

“Yes, it’s the brother who brought you back.” Bart gestured with his chin toward the loading bus.

As they were talking, Su Chaoji got out of the car.

The boy's tall figure appeared somewhat thin in the morning light, but his back was straight.

Bart put Sophia down and strode towards Su Chaoji, saying solemnly, "Su, thank you, thank you for saving my granddaughter."

He reached out his large hand and patted Su Chaoji heavily on the shoulder, his voice trembling slightly, "I owe you a life."

Su Chaoji simply nodded slightly, his expression calm: "You're welcome."

Bart looked at him, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he was too overwhelmed with gratitude and was speechless for a moment.

This general, who once commanded respect on the battlefield, now simply held Su Chaoji's shoulders tightly, letting tears roll down his cheeks.

These are not tears of sorrow, but tears of joy at having something lost and found again, and tears of deep gratitude for the child before me.

Su Chaoji did not linger, as he had other things to do.

Watching Su Chaoji direct his adjutants to continue fighting, Sophia stared blankly, then turned to her grandfather and asked, "Grandpa, has he always been this good?"

Bart followed her gaze, his expression complex: "Yes, this child... is a genius."

He is not a genius in the conventional sense.

Bart added in his mind, "It's that kind of battlefield intuition and command ability that surpasses anyone else's."

There were rumors in the army that he was born for war.

Sofia was unaware of these things.

All she knew was that the young man who had led her out of the base was now calmly directing its operations.

His every instruction was concise and clear, and every nod or shake of his head carried an unquestionable authority.

The little girl's eyes gradually lit up.

At that moment, Sofia looked at Su Chaoji as if he were a hero.

In the past, she thought her grandfather was the most powerful hero in the world, wearing a military uniform with shining stars on his shoulders, and all the soldiers listened to him.

Now, she has a hero in her heart.

......

Under Su Chaoji's command, the battle once again ended in a complete victory.

This time, he knew the enemy inside and out and knew how to deal with them better.

Not long after, news of the enemy's surrender arrived.

"They requested a ceasefire and negotiations." The communications soldier's voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement.

The command center was silent for a moment, then erupted in cheers.

Only Barth and Su Chaoji did not join the celebration.

Bart looked at him, but Su Chaoji had already turned and walked towards the communications station.

His voice remained calm as usual. "Reply to them that negotiations are possible, and the conditions will be as I previously prepared. The location will be a temporary camp three kilometers behind our defensive line, and the time is set for 2 p.m. today."

His tone lacked any victor's arrogance, as if he were arranging an ordinary meeting.

But it was precisely this calmness that made the officers present even more convinced.

At 2 p.m., inside the makeshift negotiation tent.

At the negotiating table, Ivan was the one in charge of the negotiations.

Ivan looked at the calm-eyed boy in military uniform before him, his shock and frustration barely concealed.

They lost, not because of numbers or equipment, but because of a tactical mindset and battlefield control that were completely beyond their comprehension.

Ivan was shocked. He had probably racked his brains but never expected that the person sitting here negotiating with him would be this little mute.

No, he is not a little mute.

When he came in, Su Chaoji said to him, "Please sit down, Colonel Ivan."

He speaks standard, accent-free English; he can speak, and he speaks it very well.

He thought the little mute boy was dead, that he had died in the fire, which made him sigh for a second.

Ivan remembered feeling a pang of pity for the "mute child" and even giving him an extra half-piece of cheese.

It was all a lie. A clever ruse, a deception that fooled everyone.

Angry?

Ivan asked himself.

He must have been angry, having been completely outmaneuvered by a child and losing the entire battle.

But strangely, when he looked into Su Chaoji's calm eyes, there was no mockery or smugness in them, only a sense of indifference after completing the task.

He couldn't even get angry.

Perhaps it's because he accepted his defeat wholeheartedly in this contest.

Perhaps it was because he saw in this child a quality that transcended age, and even transcended war itself.