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Their first encounter with the Lanforthians occurred later than the plan had anticipated.
Traversing numerous hills and winding through valleys, the squad finally reached the designated rendezvous point for the Lanforthian suicide squad that was meant to attack across the river—a spot several kilometers east of the railway bridge.
Had the captive’s intelligence proven accurate, a contingent of Lanforthian soldiers and several small fishing boats should have been awaiting them on the riverbank at this very moment.
Yet, the Mang River bank lay utterly deserted, its tranquil surface merely reflecting the cold gleam of moonlight and distant flares, alongside the faint, almost imperceptible clusters of stars in the heavens.
The original plan entailed several hundred light infantry forcing a river crossing, then infiltrating and pushing through enemy lines to outflank the railway bridge’s eastern side—an area assumed to be less guarded, having not faced a riverine assault—thereby securing a safe retreat.
Such was the original scheme, gleaned from the captive’s interrogation.
Their wishful thinking was so audacious, it practically mocked Lin Yu.
Why not simply concoct a ‘Lanforthian Superman’ plan, where a lone hero would cleave through the front lines and dash straight for the border?
Such an unrealistic scheme was, predictably, doomed to fail entirely.
Their infiltration ultimately faltered at the periphery of Diacla’s army’s logistical sector, and while it did instigate shifts in the battle’s trajectory, it culminated in their complete annihilation and a devastating cost.
It appeared the Lanforthians were convinced that the soldiers involved in the Mang River crossing would not survive, and consequently had no intention of dispatching any planned reception personnel.
Lin Yu and her companions had been stood up.
Then again, Lin Yu’s group wasn’t who the Lanforthians were expecting in the first place; could it truly be considered ‘standing them up’?
Lin Yu wasn’t entirely certain how to label this particular predicament, though thankfully, understanding the nomenclature wasn’t a pressing concern.
She simply had to acknowledge that plans rarely survived contact with reality.
A misstep had already occurred in this initial phase, making it terrifying to imagine what further complications might yet unfold.
“Since we failed to make contact with the Lanforthian reception force, we’ll proceed along the riverbank towards the bridge,” the squad leader instructed Lin Yu specifically.
“Platoon Leader, should we encounter any Lanforthian sentries from this point on, the challenge-and-response and any subsequent interrogations will fall to your responsibility.”
“…I’ll do my best.”
Lin Yu couldn’t promise she possessed the silver tongue to deceive an interrogation, yet with her own life tethered to this endeavor, she resolved to dedicate every ounce of her effort.
“I’ll do my utmost to convincingly impersonate a defeated lieutenant.”
Was her choice of words slightly amiss?
No matter; crafting the right phrases and sentences took precedence.
She needed to meticulously recall the Lanforthian accents and strive to mimic them with utmost precision.
There were no Auliang people among this particular contingent of soldiers crossing the river to assault the right bank.
The scenario where she and Yang Xi had once calmly traversed the Lanforthian military formations to retreat would, in all likelihood, not repeat itself.
Concentrating on the words she had overheard within the Lanforthian ranks just days ago, Lin Yu devoted herself to mastering their authentic accent.
Mid-practice, a sudden realization struck her.
She subtly slowed her pace, allowing the squad leader to move ahead.
“Perhaps you all should also learn a couple of Lanforthian phrases?
Remaining silent, like mutes, would surely invite suspicion, wouldn’t it?”
“We learn Lanforthian?” The squad leader halted, their gaze reflecting a hint of disbelief.
“Surely it’s too late to begin learning now?
And do you truly believe we’re the sort of individuals inclined towards scholarly pursuits?”
“Oh, it’s nothing profoundly academic,” Lin Yu reassured them.
“Just a handful of phrases—simple to grasp, easy to remember, and incredibly versatile.”
Without even bothering to seek permission, Lin Yu gestured for everyone behind her to gather close.
“Everyone, huddle around me, quickly now, there’s no time to waste.”
The soldiers, utterly bewildered, congregated around Lin Yu, while Yang Xi’s gaze, too, was laced with confusion.
“Now, pay close attention to my pronunciation and mimic it,” she instructed, drawing a deep breath before articulating with precise clarity: