Commander Long

"This is the UHF camera you were talking about?"

The burly old man, puffing on a pipe, choked the technician beside him, causing him to bleed and have tears and snot streaming down his face.

The old man tapped the empty screen with his finger, causing ripples to appear within it. "Tell me," he said, "What can you tell from this?"

"Commander Long, this..."

The young technician swallowed hard. "This boy's body is very strange. He might be in some kind of high-speed particle state, or he might have a peculiar constitution, or he might be carrying some kind of interference device..."

But what I saw was the image on the virtual screen.

It was a black figure standing in the ruins, its outline extremely blurry, with black and white spots interspersed within it. It was taking steps, seemingly walking towards the distance, but as it walked, it turned its head slightly, as if gazing for a moment in the direction of the high-frequency camera.

The next instant, black and white code floated out from his body, dissipated in the air, and he vanished completely.

The high-frequency camera captured nearly 10 minutes of footage, but the human figure only appeared for 2 seconds.

"This 'person' must know the truth."

"The Black Sun Incident is of utmost importance; it concerns the future of the Gemini Metaverse and people's most basic livelihoods. We absolutely cannot afford to be ambiguous about it!"

A military commander behind him added.

But then someone else said, "This surveillance footage is really not of any reference value; it doesn't reveal any specific information."

The burly old man, puffing on his pipe, narrowed his still-cloudy eyes slightly. "He's a boy, 16-18 years old. Judging from his stride, he's 178-180 cm tall. He's wearing a jacket somewhat like a motorcyclist's. He's a student, his school is somewhere around Mirage City, or even in Mirage City. His grades are average, he has few friends, and his personality is probably somewhat quiet and wary, not easily opening up to outsiders. And... he hasn't been back to his school in a long time."

The surrounding generals were somewhat taken aback. "Commander Long, how did you figure that out?"

The old man, still puffing on his cheap pipe, his teeth clenched, spoke through his lips, "The distance between his strides is one factor, as are his skeletal development, joint mobility, finger position, spinal curvature, and his keen and calm observation skills as he walks."

The old man initially intended to explain in detail, but seeing the confusion in the eyes of the generals present, he changed his tune, saying, "Alright then, this week I will add a new course on human body observation. You and your elites are all welcome to participate. After completing the systematic training, your doubts will be dispelled."

"Old Commander Long!"

The high-ranking military officials present all nodded in agreement.

Immediately.

The burly old man ordered, "Search for this boy according to my description!"

"Yes!"

A subordinate immediately obeyed the order.

at this time.

The burly old man turned to look at the data center in the distance. "How did the simulated war, number 1256, go?"

"Commander Long, the simulated war has ended."

A middle-aged general with four stars on his shoulder stepped forward and said, "The weapons exchange simulation is complete. The weapon damage ratio is 100%:54%. All of the Ou Country's weapons deployments along the NYE05 border have been destroyed, while our attacking legion still has 54% of its intelligent weapons intact!"

"Thanks to Commander Long's meticulous planning!"

"After this War Simulation, the Ou Country will be quiet for quite some time!"

"Those ambitious bastards, all they do is daydream and try to emphasize their dominant position. Including today, this is their 107th failed 'attack,' and the disparity in strength is enormous!"

Times have changed!

Yes.

Times have changed.

Jiao Shensan's double had told Qin Yiguan about this a long time ago.

Suppose two countries intend to go to war.

"Then the War Simulation will use sophisticated algorithms to calculate the damage rate of weapons exchanged between the two countries."

"Including casualty rate, breakout rate, probability of successful landing, extent of economic losses, etc."

"Then."

"This war will be decided without gunfire or death, and that cannot be refuted."

Technology may advance, but human nature remains unchanged.

Some Western powers still covet the vast and resource-rich land of China, with its large population.

Fortunately, the war was shrouded in the halo of 'rationality'; competition could continue, but there would be no more scenes of rivers of blood.

After the simulated war No. 1256 ended, the Ou Country once again submitted to the Japanese.

Even the whole world has to hide its brilliance before the great China, and dare not cross the line even a step!

Because that war was simulated.

But if it really comes to blows, the outcome will be the same!

54%?

The old man, puffing on his pipe, frowned. "You are the worst class of generals I've ever led! Next time, if the retention rate is below 60%, all of you voluntarily accept your punishment!"

The old man left the office with those words and walked out with an air of authority.

"General Luo, who exactly is this old commander?"

Why doesn't he even wear a military uniform?

A very young, inexperienced clerk, experiencing such a meeting for the first time, asked his superior somewhat timidly.

He has many titles.

The middle-aged man addressed as General Luo paused for a moment, then said, "His name is Long Huicheng. He's a god of war. He can memorize all of China's combat equipment and machinery from the past 50 years, and he's familiar with their development process, performance, power, and everything else."

"At the same time, his brain also contains a 'strategy search engine,' though that's a metaphor, of course."

"In the simulated wars that he personally participated in, there have been 455 battles to date, and he has won them all."

"Moreover, the deployments in these battles have reached an extreme level. He not only deployed our army's equipment and personnel to the extreme, maximizing efficiency, but also perfectly countered all of the opponent's strategies... Our China is feared internationally, and Old Commander Long's contributions are at least half as significant as those of the nation."

"Recently, the old commander has been instructing us 'greenhorn soldiers' at the ' Military Department Special Training Camp,' imparting his valuable experience without reservation."

"Otherwise, if the old commander had suddenly received orders to investigate the ' Black Sun Incident,' how could you, as the newly appointed clerk, have had the opportunity to meet him in person?"

The young clerk stared at the old man's figure, his eyes filled with unparalleled admiration. "General Luo, I still have a small question. Why isn't he wearing a military uniform? Why is he dressed in civilian clothes?"

General Luo smiled. "In our China, the highest rank is a six-star general. However, not long ago, Old Commander Long was exceptionally awarded the seven-star honor, becoming the first seven-star military commander in China history. That means the honorary shoulder insignia had not yet been produced, and the corresponding authority and organization had not been perfected. You should know that a standard military uniform cannot be without shoulder insignia, so Old Commander Long... currently does not have a suitable uniform."

The clerk's eyes widened, and she gasped slightly. "I see..."

Hey, you there!

Stop looking at things!

"I'm talking to you, you old man!"

But then, in the corridor, a middle-aged woman dressed as a cleaner, holding a mechanical broom, stood with her hands on her hips and yelled, "Old man, this is the China Military Department Research Center! How dare you smoke so openly?!"

The burly old man with a pipe in his mouth paused, then pointed to the tip of his nose. "Are you talking about me?"

"Right!"

"Who else could it be but you?!"

"Look at this whole building, who else has such a thick skin like you?!"

"What era are we living in? People are still smoking in public places?!"

Don't you have any sense of public decency?!

The middle-aged woman was incredibly domineering.

The burly old man's eye twitched. "Do you know who I am? I am Long Huicheng!"

"Long Hui Cheng?"

"What, so what if your surname is Long?"

"They don't even have a military uniform!"

"No matter who you are!"

"My name is Zhao Fengying, and I'm in charge of this corridor, understand?!"

"If you drop your cigarette ash on the ground, I'll be punished!"

"If you carelessly throw away your cigarette butt, it will cause a fire!"

The older woman raised a mechanical broom and shoved it directly in front of the old man, yelling, "Put out your cigarette!"

The old man's pipe trembled slightly.

"Hurry up!"

The middle-aged woman impatiently urged, "Don't delay my work!"

"All right."

The old man took his pipe out of his mouth and, with trembling arms, stubbed it out on a broom.

immediately.

The old man's face turned pale and then purple as he quickly disappeared down the corridor.

at this time.

The young clerk who had just been standing up peeked out from upstairs and looked at the old man walking in the courtyard.

"Old Commander Long, with his imposing gait and a perpetually righteous expression, always seemed to hate evil."

"A role model for us all."