National Defense University, sand table simulation room.
A group of men in military uniforms gathered around the sand table, their brows furrowed enough to crush flies.
"Old Gu, you're giving up your flank?"
The veteran Zhao Tiezhu pointed at the red flag on the sand table, his voice booming.
Gu Yanshen held a pusher in his hand, his expression as cold as ice.
He didn't lift his head, the pusher directly pointed at the blue side's logistics supply line.
"Press forward with the entire army."
"Are you crazy? That's a suicide strategy!"
Zhao Tiezhu's eyes widened.
Gu Yanshen spat out one word.
"Attack."
Ten minutes later.
The blue side's flags in the simulation were all pulled out.
Zhao Tiezhu plopped down on a chair, cursing.
"Damn, ten minutes again!"
"Gu Yanshen, you are truly a heartless war machine."
Several trainees nearby shook their heads along with him.
"This record, no one has been able to break it in three years."
