Chapter 1332 - 432: A Treacherous Heart Masquerading as Loyalty (Part 3)

Chapter 1332: Chapter 432: A Treacherous Heart Masquerading as Loyalty (Part 3)

Everyone nodded thoughtfully, realizing it made sense.

They seemed to have already accepted the wheelchair as their leader, even the corporal had no objections.

When the wheelchair wanted to say something, a few people suddenly arrived at the defeated soldiers’ camp, causing the soldiers on the outskirts to start stirring, making them shut up in fear.

The commotion among the crowd grew closer to them until a passage was opened through the outskirts, and a Hummer stopped in front of the wheelchair and his group.

A huge man in military uniform jumped down from the passenger seat.

"Who’s Welcher (the English for ’wheelchair’)?"

Just as the defeated soldiers had made the wheelchair their leader, they instantly scattered, leaving the wheelchair alone in the center of the crowd.

What the...?

The utterly speechless wheelchair simply confessed.

"That’s me."

The giant wasted no words, pulling out a shoulder badge and a medal from his pocket and slapping them onto the wheelchair.

"You’re now the regiment commander of this unit. Prepare to take a few people with me to the logistics department to collect supplies."

"Huh?"

Not just the wheelchair, the whole group of soldiers was dumbfounded.

How did I, an insider, suddenly get promoted to regiment commander?

"Isn’t there a feeling of imperial decree about this?"

The wheelchair was a bit embarrassed; he actually wanted to blend into the crowd and sneak into the city.

"I’m worried others won’t accept this."

"Anyone who doesn’t can go complain to Mr. Nightmare, otherwise just keep their mouths shut."

Seeing no way to refuse, the wheelchair could only submit.

Okay, whatever you say is what it is.

And so, the wheelchair was inexplicably elevated to the high ranks of Havana.

This was unavoidable; the front line collapsed so quickly, many units broke apart, and mid-to-high-level officers suffered heavy casualties.

Now Havana was recruiting soldiers everywhere, expanding the military, and there weren’t enough officers.

The wheelchair managed to bring so many soldiers back to Havana in one piece, making him talented. If he’s not the regiment commander, then who?

When the news reached the player channels, everyone laughed themselves silly, all saying they would go block the traitorous wheelchair’s spring.

Fortunately, the system wasn’t that dumb, but rather gave the wheelchair a stealth mission like West Fire Grass, to act at the right moment.

Meanwhile, the command center told the wheelchair to seize the moment, even contacting West Fire Grass to take care of the wheelchair.

At least regarding supplies, everyone else’s could be less, but not those of the troops led by the wheelchair, and preferably favor them a bit.

Now, all the drug dealers in Cuba were thinking of taking the money and running, so naturally, they wouldn’t continue investing in the military.

Thus, the Cuban soldiers on the front line could only get as much equipment and supplies as they could; letting them starve or lack ammo wouldn’t save any trouble.

If the top wants to run, wouldn’t they notify their trusted followers?

So the middle level knew too, and they would also want to take the money and run, with West Fire Grass as a bottomless pit-like devourer.

After layers of exploitation, only heaven knows how much actually reaches the hands of the soldiers at the bottom.

At this time, West Fire Grass was still in Cyberspace, undergoing psychological treatment from Henan people and New Dynasty Elegance.

"Close your eyes, breathe slowly... Do not think of anything, they are all meditation..."

New Dynasty Elegance took over the self-sacrificing Human Brain Array of the lama, but they didn’t want to return to brutal reality, so they could only continue developing the system.

It was interesting to note that the lama AI self-developed a set of meditation techniques to alleviate human suffering from cyber-mental disease, which proved quite effective.

"Understanding that the heart is empty is seeing Buddha; all Buddhas in the ten directions have no mind, not seeing in the heart is seeing Buddha.

To give without hesitation is called ’great giving’.

To be free from movement and stillness is called ’great seated meditation’.

All those who do this assembly, all phenomena naturally resolve, all ailments heal themselves."

New Dynasty Elegance whispered in West Fire Grass’s ear, his voice seeming to have a magical power making one fall into slumber.

"Empty your brain, stop thinking, transform your thoughts into sensation, use your heart to feel rather than think...."

"Feeling what?"

"Anything you like, sky, ocean, forest, earth...."

West Fire Grass, with empty thoughts, spoke his most sincere feelings.

"I want to play virtual ring... I want to draw Jianran... I want to draw fourth sister... I want to beat rare Dong Snow Lotus...."

Upon hearing this, New Dynasty Elegance cursed aloud.

"Damn it! I wasn’t asking you to feel those things! Can’t you be normal?"

But West Fire Grass opened his eyes and exhaled deeply.

"Ah... I feel much better already... Thank you, doctor."

"As long as you’re happy, hurry up and leave, the command center just sent you a task, said it’s urgent."

If this guy doesn’t leave, New Dynasty Elegance feels like he’s about to get mental illness.

Upon exiting the ultra-dreams, West Fire Grass felt much more relaxed, the psychological pressure caused by the castle incident was greatly relieved.

Still wants to kill those GZZ though.

"Let me check what task... Just this? No problem."

These days he’s been inside eating and sleeping, sleeping and eating; externally, he claimed he was working on a fund plan, to outsiders, everything seemed normal.

Furthermore, after leaving the castle, West Fire Grass fully joined the circle of these Cubans, mobilizing some resources in his hands for front-line soldiers, building some trusted followers, couldn’t be more reasonable.

Thus, West Fire Grass waved his hand, stopping a shipment of European arms that had been prepared for smuggling.

Also, food, clothing, medicine, vehicles, everything was packed up for Wheelchair Sprint.

This material movement naturally alerted Mr. Nightmare and others, but upon seeing

Hey, how come these supplies are used by my people?

Turns out Mr. West Fire Grass was worried the front line pressure was too much to handle, using his own money to support it?

Touching!

Not to mention he’s someone I admire!

Meanwhile, West Fire Grass received the exclusive qualification to access the new Europe map, the test server.