An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

Chapter 263 "Selflessness"

Meng Youyou flipped back a few pages of her notebook, then pushed it in front of the man.

Huo Qingshan lowered his eyes to look at the paper, which contained several lines of neat handwriting:
7A x 60 boxes

7B×40 boxes

8A x 40 boxes (82mm mortar shells)

8D×10 boxes

White doves x 80 units (medical supplies)
Black Iron x6 units
Green Leaf x 30 boxes

... "

Meng Youyou explained from the side: "This is the communication content between the Y Army's forward positions and rear warehouses that I intercepted today."

She paused, her slender fingers gently tracing the words "white dove." "My colleagues and I deciphered this code before, and confirmed that it refers to medical supplies."

“The code name with numbers and letters usually refers to ammunition,” Meng Youyou continued. “Based on the level of code we have deciphered so far, we can only confirm that 8A is an 82mm mortar shell.” Her fingertip moved to the “black iron” part, and she hesitated for a moment. “My personal guess is that it might be engineering equipment, such as explosives or landmines. As for the green leaves, it may refer to compressed rations.”

Huo Qingshan's gaze remained fixed on the few lines of text on the paper. He didn't look up or say anything, seemingly lost in thought.

Meng Youyou had no choice but to continue: "Based on my experience of eavesdropping over the past month, their logistical supply this time, especially the supply of ammunition, is more than double the usual amount."

After a two-second silence, she shared her guess: "I suspect they're planning something big soon."

The man's expression remained unchanged. Meng Youyou glanced at him, then looked away, then glanced at him again, then looked away again. Several times she wanted to ask a question, but after thinking about it, she kept her mouth shut, not wanting to disturb his thoughts or interfere with anything beyond her job responsibilities.

Huo Qingshan was sifting through every detail that might have been overlooked during tonight's reconnaissance work.

The enemy has taken repeated actions recently. First, they seized our high ground observation post at all costs, blinding our army's "eyes" on the battlefield. The following night, they completely blocked our supply lines, cutting off our army's lifeline.

Huo Qingshan didn't believe they didn't have bigger ambitions.

But here's the problem—he led his team to infiltrate near the enemy's position tonight for reconnaissance, but found nothing unusual.

The man snapped out of his reverie, looked up from the pages, and said to the monitor, "Not bad."

This brief assessment startled Meng Youyou for a moment. Then she saw the man suddenly extend his right hand, lightly tap the character "8A" on the paper twice with the tip of his index finger, and say in a commanding tone: "Next, focus on monitoring the communications of the enemy's artillery positions."

Meng Youyou nodded and whispered, "I understand."

……

Meng Youyou was wearing headphones, which were filled with meaningless static for a long time. Her mind gradually relaxed, and her gaze unconsciously drifted to the profile of the man who was checking information with the observer.

While listening intently as the observer sketched on the topographic map with a pencil, Huo Qingshan took out half a pack of compressed biscuits from his pocket and mechanically stuffed them into his mouth.

He bit into the biscuit, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it forcefully. Towards the end, the man seemed to find it too dry and had difficulty swallowing. He subconsciously reached for the water bottle at his side.

The moment his hand touched the canteen, he could immediately feel that it was empty; it was long gone. Huo Qingshan's reconnaissance team had only received one canteen of water that night. During this critical period of supply disruption, he was in charge of the team's communal water resources. He carried the canteen with him, and every soldier had to ask him for water. In this way, he could control the canteen and ensure a relatively fair distribution.

He endured it all, never thinking of drinking water until he was extremely thirsty, and in the end, the whole pot of water was empty without him getting a single sip.

For example, right now, the compressed biscuit is so dry and hard that it's really difficult to swallow without saliva, which is why I remembered to drink water.

Seeing that the water was gone, he didn't react much. His eyes were still fixed on the blueprints. He was about to pull back his hand that had missed its target when something filled his palm halfway through.

This sudden turn of events finally drew the man's attention away, and he looked in the direction of the commotion.

The girl in my field of vision was sitting upright with her back straight, her eyes looking at the notebook on the table, and her right hand holding a black ballpoint pen.

If it weren't for her eyes—those unfocused eyes that betrayed her current state of panic and disorientation.

Since Huo Qingshan was selected and temporarily transferred to the reconnaissance system during wartime, he must have exceptional abilities. He can tell at a glance whether someone is concentrating intently when their eyes are fixed on an object.

Meng Youyou bit her lower lip slightly, feeling deeply regretful.

What on earth is she doing?
Why act so impulsively? Why not think it through before doing it?
The moment he realized there was no water, she immediately handed him her own water bottle. What was he supposed to think?
Forcing herself to maintain a calm demeanor, Meng Youyou noticed the intense gaze directed at her from the side that she couldn't look away from. She steeled herself and looked up from her notebook, only to be met with two pairs of unwavering eyes.

One pair of eyes explored, the other she couldn't understand.

The observer also stopped what he was doing. His expression wasn't particularly surprised, but the hint of astonishment and inquiry in his eyes made him quite noticeable.

As soon as the daily necessities allocated to the reserve arrived today, Meng Youyou suggested that the drinking water be divided in two, since she had her own water bottle.

The observer had no objection to this, thinking that men and women are different, and he could understand that the woman would mind this. It was fine to drink separately, and the fairest solution was to distribute the drinks equally from the start.

Actually, Meng Youyou's idea was very simple: she just felt that it would be more convenient for each of them to separate, and having a clear idea of ​​their water usage would allow them to plan their water consumption for the day. She wasn't so pretentious as to insist that men and women couldn't share water even on the battlefield.

Meng Youyou took a barely perceptible breath, smiled at the observer first, then turned to face the man, meeting his deep black eyes, and asked in a relaxed and slightly humorous tone: "Will my act of helping my comrades get me some recognition when we get back?"

"If Platoon Leader Huo has the chance, please remember to spread the word about my selfless act of sacrificing my personal needs to protect the collective interest in front of the leaders~" She didn't know if the smile on her face seemed deliberate when she spoke.

"Okay." Huo Qingshan replied crisply and briefly, naturally withdrawing his hand that had been frozen in mid-air for a while, and then turned around.

The man's attention was completely focused back on the blueprints, and the observer quickly got to work.

Huo Qingshan unscrewed the kettle lid, tilted his head back, took a small sip, and swallowed the slightly moist biscuit ball in his mouth.

For the next half hour, the only sounds in the cramped spare room were the scratching of pencils on blueprints and the two men taking turns talking.

After delivering a long analysis to the observer, Huo Qingshan quickly took a few more bites of the compressed biscuit. Suddenly, he felt a salty, fishy taste in his mouth. Huo Qingshan looked down at the small piece of compressed biscuit left in his hand, where there were red spots where teeth marks had been burned.

My gums are bleeding again.

The man didn't pay much attention, stuffed the remaining biscuits into his mouth, crumpled the wrapper in his palm, and casually put it into the training uniform pocket on his right.