Elder Zhao said,
"I've authorized them to assign General Long Zhan to the New Hope Group."
"It's time our soldiers knew what their mission was."
"Go have a word with General Long."
The person on the other end fell silent for a moment.
"Are you sure you want to bring Long Zhan into the New Hope Plan?"
Elder Zhao smiled.
"Trust those you employ, and don't employ those you distrust. Give the younger generation more opportunities."
Assigning General Long Zhan to the New Hope Group seemed like a simple order, yet it raised the group's authority to an unprecedented height.
Because it now had command over troops.
And the commander-in-chief of the New Hope Group was Lin Mo.
Arctic Theater, command center.
Long Zhan stood before an enormous electronic sand table. The twenty thousand blinking blue dots on it represented the expeditionary soldiers he had recently handpicked from the five hundred thousand troops under his command.
These soldiers had packed everything and assembled on the enormous mustering ground, awaiting their mission.
Once the orders came down, they could be deployed to the target area as quickly as possible to carry out combat missions.
These soldiers had undergone rigorous background checks going back three generations and were absolutely trustworthy. Such caution was essential when carrying out top-secret missions.
Every dot represented one of the best of the best.
But every dot also carried a family's hopes.
In his experience, top-secret missions almost always offered slim odds of survival. The soldiers' identities were entirely classified, leaving them with no official existence.
If they died on a mission, there would be no one even to recover their bodies, and the state would not acknowledge them.
They had to conceal their identities. Depending on the circumstances, their records might not be declassified until