Inside the telegraph room, Sun Yuanliang sat before a transmitter, his hands moving incessantly.
The rhythmic *dit-dit-dit* of the telegraph echoed without pause. The decision to set an ambush was simply too reckless; Sun Yuanliang could never permit his subordinates to embark on such a suicidal mission. After ten minutes of continuous work, he finally stopped, having fired off nine urgent telegrams in one go.
Eight of those were addressed to Lin Feng, and only one to Han Xianyuan. The tone in the latter was extremely stern, demanding an immediate withdrawal and strictly forbidding any ambush on the Japanese supply convoy. As for the other eight, they were nothing but reprimands directed at Lin Feng, laden with profanity so colorful that the other operators in the room couldn't help but think to themselves that the cursing was truly foul.
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