Wang Zhong spent twenty minutes, carefully repeating the recent intelligence.
Tadeusz nodded, "Understood, in short, treat it like smoke covering the entire battlefield, engaging in close combat within the smoke."
Wang Zhong, "That's right, we all have suppressed weapons, which means as long as there is gunfire, it's definitely not from our side, so there will be no friendly fire."
Tadeusz, "Conversely, once friendly fire occurs, it's possible that our troops will die silently. We must allocate the assault sectors properly to avoid accidental harm."
Wang Zhong, "It's useless, I've been a demon in the smoke myself and know how chaotic it can get. Friendly fire is inevitable. The good news is, we are far less in number than the Prussians, so the likelihood of hitting our own is greatly reduced."
Tadeusz said with a laugh, "We are like little fog spirits, silently annihilating them."
Wang Zhong couldn't help but raise his eyebrows at this familiar term, "Little fog spirits?"
