Go Congratulate That Idiot

Sure enough, greed was humanity's original sin.

It had to be said that, driven by money, Colonel Kunton's brilliant performance had exceeded Mu Fan's expectations.

In Black's battlefield simulation, the fighting between the two sides should have lasted more than a week, after which the fully staffed 149th Division would begin slowly reclaiming the Fire Hills Area with a slight advantage.

Yet the one thing Black's simulation had failed to account for was Colonel Kunton's greed for resources.

"Perspective, Mu Fan, perspective. Look at you, still struggling desperately just to stay alive every day. Look at Colonel Kunton—he's already fighting for resources..."

Mu Fan listened speechlessly to Black's reflections. Were they even comparable? Still, it was rare to hear Black speak such profound truths.

"Major, are the brothers still staying hidden?"

Hearing Qiao's question beside him, Major Jerome turned to Mu Fan and gave him an inquiring look.

Over the past few days, Mu Fan's precise judgment had left them in awe. Time and again, he had led them through the blind spots in both sides' surveillance.

Under Major Jerome's leadership, the Fire Hills War Zone troops, who had maintained complete radio silence, had become fully united.

Neither the 149th Division nor the 104th Division had received any news of this remaining force of fewer than two hundred men.

This was a unit that had officially been declared completely wiped out!

Yet who could have imagined that, at this very moment, these people were quietly waiting at the edge of the battlefield for new orders?

To soldiers from the other war zones, it seemed to be the result of Major Jerome's superb command.

In truth, however, this was the outcome Mu Fan and Jerome had agreed upon long ago.

Everything that had been displayed had nothing to do with Mu