Chapter 272: 272, Mission accomplished!

To say that Li Shi was truly unlucky would be an understatement—he clutched the nanorobot killer weapon yet never unleashed its full potential.

On one hand, Li Shi lacked war experience, leading to flawed tactics, as Qing Zhen had said: nanowarriors, with their formidable strength and mobility, must fragment and infiltrate enemy lines to strike critical infrastructure—power plants, arsenals, decapitation operations. Only by dismantling Jingji Camp could their power be truly realized.

Yet, even deploying them en masse wasn't entirely futile; without Ren Xiaosu, the spy chief, even Jingji Camp’s meager forces could have caused Qing Shi considerable trouble.

But now, it was all over…

Meanwhile, the 319 Position fared better—Qing Shi had feigned an attack there, so the hidden nanowarriors suddenly emerging in the rear caught them off guard, nearly destroying their heavy artillery.

But the 313 Position was different; the nanowarriors hadn’t even left their tents before their secret weapon became just a secret…

Moreover, the nanorobots’ greatest advantage was their recyclability. The first batch of nanowarriors mattered not—the subsequent recovery of nanorobots allowed for new units to be assembled.

Yet since Ren Xiaosu joined Li Shi, fewer and fewer nanorobots could be reclaimed. With his own efforts, he transformed renewable weapons into expendable ones…

This time, Ren Xiaosu harvested a staggering number of nanorobots—enough to replace his missing leg, and perhaps even spare some for Yan Liuqian’s students.

At that moment, Ren Xiaosu noticed scattered nanowarrior backpacks on the ground. He opened one and found a thick, heavy metal black box, its purpose unknown.

“Hmm,” Ren Xiaosu’s eyes lit up. “Could this be a wireless charging device?”

He pocketed three intact ones, thinking, *Useful or not, better to take them.*

Passing by, one couldn’t let such opportunities slip.

Today, Ren Xiaosu provided Qing Shi with defensive maps, enabling the 313 Position to be crippled and internal dissent eradicated.

With Qing Shi’s aid, Ren Xiaosu harvested vast nanorobots—a win-win.

The loser was Li Shi alone.

At this time, Li Shi on Qing Shen Mountain welcomed Yang Shi’s armored and infantry brigades. The war there had been fiercer from the start, but lacking a figure like Ren Xiaosu, Yang Shi struggled to breach Li Shi’s defenses.

Chen Wudi and others had already found several wounded, carrying them toward the medical station. Ren Xiaosu grabbed a random wounded soldier and followed behind.

At the medical station, nurses and doctors were blood-soaked. There, Ren Xiaosu spotted Major Ma Kai lying unconscious.

The nurses froze upon seeing Ren Xiaosu—*not a medic, yet helping carry the wounded?*

A doctor blurted out, “Which operational sequence are you from?”

Chen Wudi proudly declared, “We’re Hero Camp!”

A wounded man stared. “Aren’t you on the front lines? Why do you look unharmed?”

Ma Kai awoke, glaring at Ren Xiaosu. “Did you abandon your position?”

Ren Xiaosu bristled. “How dare you speak! Our Hero Camp, with such honor, would never abandon a post. We annihilated their infantry battalion—that’s why we’re aiding other units!”

“What?” Ma Kai recoiled. “Even lies need logic. Your rabble could wipe out an infantry battalion?”

Ma Kai knew Qing Shi’s forces best—an infantry battalion wasn’t just infantry. RPGs, mortars, laser-guided strikes could obliterate entire positions.

A Hero Camp of rabble, armed with only four machine guns, claiming to annihilate an infantry battalion? Living in a dream?

Everyone expected Hero Camp to be wiped out, yet they thrived, unscathed!

The entire medical station struggled to accept this outcome!

Ren Xiaosu smirked. “Check the battlefield. I’ve no time to waste with you—I’ve got lives to save.”

With the nanorobots secured, Ren Xiaosu would now tackle his mission earnestly. The standard was ten people; he’d only saved one, far from completion.

This was the first time the Palace had announced rewards—five allocation points.

Previous missions rewarded one strength or agility point. This time, he could choose, with five points—a generous bounty.

Thinking this, Ren Xiaosu rushed out. Two soldiers were carrying a stretcher back. He bellowed, “Let me handle it!”

The soldiers hesitated. “No need—we’ve got this.”

Ren Xiaosu’s face darkened. He pointed his gun at the medic. “Did you not hear me? Let me do it!”

Chen Wudi sighed behind him. “Master’s killing intent even when saving lives…”

At that moment, reinforcements arrived at the 313 Position as Qing Zhen predicted—when both 313 and 319 Positions faced fierce attacks, more troops would be deployed here, engaging Qing Shi in a stalemate.

This was precisely what Qing Zhen desired.

Ren Xiaosu carried the wounded to the medical station, observing the troops. One unit seemed odd—their movements were eerily synchronized, evoking an inexplicable unease.

But he had no time for such distractions, focusing on his mission, snatching wounded.

The task alone delayed Ren Xiaosu an hour. When the Palace announced completion, he allocated the points—four agility, one strength.

Ren Xiaosu’s strength now reached 10.5, agility 10.1. His muscles refined further, his frame leaner, resembling an untrained youth concealing immense power.

The Palace intoned, “Due to strength and agility exceeding critical thresholds…”

Ren Xiaosu prepared to listen, but an uproar erupted in the medical station. He glanced up to see someone shouting at Chen Wudi: “Get out! If Hero Camp held the 313 Position, why would Qing Zhen commit main forces here? I don’t need your hypocritical rescue!”

Ren Xiaosu looked at Chen Wudi, who silently exited the station, saying nothing.

Ren Xiaosu calmly patted his shoulder. “Let’s return to our own position.”

“Mm,” Chen Wudi replied softly.

“Not sure if the infantry battalion at the position is wiped out,” Ren Xiaosu said. “If so, we’ll scavenge some gear.”

“Sure,” Chen Wudi answered tersely.

“What do you want for dinner?” Ren Xiaosu asked.

“Master, salted pork with fried rice?”

The medical staff watched the two depart, unsure what to say.

…

The month is nearly over—seeking monthly tickets!