"I would like to thank you, Commander-in-Chief.
Commander, I will boldly ask, have you thought of something?"
Liu Mingzhi looked at Zhou Baoyu who looked a little confused, chuckled and shook his head.
"It's hard to say now!"
Zhou Baoyu frowned subconsciously when he heard Young Master Liu's words.
"Hard to say?"
Liu Mingzhi nodded slightly, held the bamboo pole and tapped it gently in his hands, and looked up at the map in front of him again.
"Yeah, it's hard to say."
Zhou Baoyu skillfully tore open his tobacco bag, pinched out a handful of tobacco and stuffed it into the pot.
"Commander, what you said is hard to explain.
Can it be understood that you have indeed thought of something?"
Hearing Zhou Baoyu's question, Liu Mingzhi raised his brows slightly and nodded with a slightly raised corner of his mouth.
"That's right."
Zhou Baoyu nodded silently and did not ask anything again.
He took out the fire stick, lit the tobacco, and took a slow puff of smoke.
In the swirling smoke, Zhou Baoyu narrowed his eyes slightly, and deep memories once again showed in the depths of his eyes.
At this moment, he began to recall all the past events related to those Russian caravans.
The mood on Liu Mingzhi's face changed just now after he mentioned the incident of the Tsarist Russian caravan.
This means that the Tsarist Russian caravans traveling between Dalong and Tsarist Russia are likely to have something going on.
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Caravan, caravan, what is wrong with it?
Are those caravans from Tsarist Russia, not real caravans?
Or are there some special characters caught in those caravans?
Or maybe those people in the caravan did something secretly behind his back?
You know, it's in your own camp.
Tens of thousands of elite soldiers are stationed in the camp. Every day, whether day or night, there are soldiers on duty patrolling continuously.
Under the nose of tens of thousands of soldiers, what kind of things can those people do?
Song Qing looked at Zhou Baoyu, who was frowning slightly, puffing out light smoke silently, and thinking to himself. He smiled and reached out to touch Young Master Liu's arm.
Liu Mingzhi withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Song Qing.
"Brother, what's wrong?"
"Third brother, if you think of something, you might as well say it directly.
See for yourself how worried Brother Baoyu is now because of your words."
Young Master Liu looked at Song Qing who was smiling and looked back at Zhou Baoyu.
Seeing him frowning and thinking secretly, he shook his head helplessly.
"Brother, it's not that this young master is deliberately trying to embarrass Baoyu.
It’s just something I’m thinking about, and it’s really hard to say now.”
Zhou Baoyu thought about it over and over again, but could never think of anything wrong.
He exhaled with a depressed expression and looked helplessly at Young Master Liu.
"Commander, I have just carefully recalled the past events about the Tsarist Russian caravan, and I still don't have any clues."
"Baoyu!"
"Commander?"
"You don't need to think about things because of my young master's words."
Zhou Baoyu hesitated for a moment, then nodded silently.
"Yes, I understand."
Song Qing turned his head and glanced at the location of Dalong Frontier on the map, and took out a handful of shredded tobacco from the tobacco bag and put it into the pot.
"Third brother, as the saying goes, one person can calculate the shortcomings, and two people can calculate the advantages.
If it's convenient for you, you might as well tell Brother Wei and Brother Baoyu what you just thought.
In this case, it may be difficult for you to tell.
After the three of us brainstormed and discussed, it became easier to talk about."
As Song Qing talked, he lit his own tobacco from Zhou Baoyu's smoking pot.
"Of course, if it's not convenient for you to say it, just pretend that I didn't say anything."
Zhou Baoyu immediately took off the cigarette holder and nodded in agreement.
"Yes, yes, I will second my opinion."
Liu Mingzhi nodded silently, raised his hand and put the bamboo pole aside.
"There is nothing inconvenient to say about this."
As Liu Mingzhi spoke, he picked up his tea cup, turned around and walked towards his desk.
Seeing this, Song Qing and Zhou Baoyu also picked up their teacups and followed.
Liu Mingzhi sat upright on the chair carelessly, nodded, took a sip of tea, and pointed to the two chairs opposite.
"Everyone, please sit down."
"OK."
"Thank you, Marshal."
Young Master Liu placed the tea cup on the desk, took out the jade fan from his sleeves and gently fanned the cool breeze.
"Baoyu."
"Handsome."
"I would like to ask you, what is the most important thing in your camp guarding the border?"
"Commander, do you need to say this?
In the general's camp, the most important thing is of course the excellent weapons and equipment of the soldiers.
These military equipment are essential for soldiers to charge into battle and fight on the battlefield.
At the same time, it is also a weapon for self-defense for soldiers. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the second life of brothers.
Therefore, the last general thought that it was in the last general’s camp.
The most important thing is the weapons and equipment on our brothers."
After listening to Zhou Baoyu's answer, Liu Mingzhi gently shook the jade fan in his hand and nodded with a smile.
"Yes, as a soldier guarding the border, for you, the general, and tens of thousands of elite soldiers.
Military preparation is indeed the most important thing.
Then, tell me again, what is the most inconspicuous thing in your camp?"
Zhou Baoyu frowned slightly, fiddled with the tea lid in his hand and thought secretly.
Soon.
Zhou Baoyu nodded imperceptibly, as if he already had an answer.
"Commander, the most inconspicuous thing in the camp is probably the soldiers stationed in the camp."
Mr. Liu paused slightly while shaking the folding fan, then reached out to pick up the herbal tea on the side and took a sip.
To be continued...