Defying Fate: The Unstoppable Eileen novel Chapter 392

In the surveillance room, the tension was thick enough to cut with a knife.

Major Morris had been about to mark an X next to Eileen's name but stopped short. Tom's mentor was fuming. "How can you just knock Tom out like that? It's an attack, a coup!"

Commander Dirk shot him a sidelong glance. "If a soldier gets knocked out with a mere tap, doesn’t that suggest there's something wrong with his physical condition? A weak physique isn't cut out for the field."

Tom's mentor protested, "Commander Dirk, that’s unfair! Who can withstand a touch from Eileen? Even you ended up in the hospital!"

Commander Dirk roared, "I let her do it, alright?!"

Still unhappy, Tom's mentor grumbled, "She should get some points docked, at least."

Eileen hadn’t crossed the line by shooting, but knocking out a commander wasn’t exactly protocol.

Major Morris finally grumbled, "Eileen loses one point, Tom loses five."

Tom's mentor opened his mouth to argue further.

Major Morris cut him off, irritated. "His performance was abysmal. Five points is lenient. Who put him in charge anyway?"

Tom's mentor sighed in defeat. "Assignments were based on scores."

Major Morris shook his head. "Academic scores don't always equal competence. It's been years, and the military academy still values test scores above all else. I’ll speak with your principal about this."

With that, Tom's mentor fell silent.

Everyone turned back to the screen.

Several groups had already broken camp, heading towards the so-called "second armory" Eileen had mentioned.

Major Morris raised an eyebrow. "Does she really know where it is?"

Commander Dirk shrugged. "Eileen doesn't take chances without a plan."

Major Morris chuckled. "It’s a hard address to find. I bet she won’t."

An hour passed.

Watching the screen, they saw a group of soldiers with military knives digging around a mountain hollow. Major Morris’s jaw dropped slightly.

Commander Dirk leaned back in his chair, smirking. "Told you so."

Major Morris was amazed. "How did she know it was there?"

At the scene, Joel was asking the same thing. "Eileen, is it really here? How did you know?"

Eileen dug with focus, occasionally glancing up to check for danger. "Remember our scouting earlier?"

Joel nodded. "But we scouted the south. This is the north."

Eileen replied seriously, "Scouting isn’t just about the terrain. It’s also about the clues left behind. Those crates are heavy. The footprints would be deep. They used trees for support, leaving marks. These traces don’t disappear in a few hours."

Joel was stunned. "So you’re saying you followed the footprints from the south to the north? How did you know the second armory was underground?"

Eileen explained, "Footprints here are chaotic, and the ground below is hollow. If not underground, where else?"

Joel looked around, confused. "Chaotic footprints? I can’t tell. Aren’t these ours from earlier?"

Eileen sighed. "The soil’s been disturbed, there are grass bits without roots, and some prints are deliberately flattened. Our boots have different treads than the instructors’. You need better observation skills. Consider taking trace analysis when you get to the academy!"

Before Joel could respond, a female soldier shouted, "Found it!"

They unearthed a wooden crate, and everyone gathered around to open it, revealing five standard machine guns.

"Wow!" someone exclaimed. "This really is the second armory!"

They eventually dug up three crates.

"Three crates! Five machine guns, two rifles, three pistols, ten sniper rifles, and ten boxes of ammo! Plus two grenades!"

As the soldiers celebrated, Eileen frowned slightly.

It wasn’t enough to supply over a hundred people.

Eileen checked her watch. It was already 6:30 PM.

She pursed her lips and ordered, "Get the supplies back! It's going to rain!"

The teams followed her orders without hesitation, though they doubted it would rain at seven.

At seven sharp, as they finished storing the weapons, a downpour began outside.

Summer rains came swiftly, and the cold water, mixed with a refreshing breeze, made the mountain paths slippery.

Eileen emerged from Tom’s tent.

The commander of the fifth team was bewildered. Just two hours ago, Eileen was his subordinate.

Now, he was her subordinate.

Hancock, the second team’s deputy commander, was equally confused. He hadn’t even warmed the deputy seat before he was ousted.

Eileen, wearing a raincoat, surveyed the six commanders. Each had their own thoughts.

Commanders from teams three, four, and seven had already submitted to Eileen.

The fifth team’s commander felt a sense of loyalty, given Eileen was originally from their team.

This left the second and sixth team commanders looking the most defiant.

The sixth team’s commander was clueless, while the second team’s commander demanded an explanation.

Eileen offered one. "Tom has passed out again. His health is failing. Our duty is to fulfill his last wishes."

The second team’s commander hesitated. "Wasn't he just shouting about reporting you?"

Eileen shook her head, her voice tinged with concern. "Look at him, he's so out of it because of his injuries. But at least he's unconscious again now. I have no idea how it happened, maybe he had a heart attack from all the stress."

The Second Squad Leader chuckled. "Did you knock him out yourself?"

Eileen raised an eyebrow. "Got any evidence?"

The Second Squad Leader fell silent, speechless.

Eileen dismissed him with a wave of her hand, clearly unfazed. "Tonight's rain is our chance," she declared.

Joel perked up. "What kind of chance, Commander?"

Five minutes later, Eileen returned, not empty-handed. She had three machine guns with her.

Hancock and Joel were dumbfounded. "What the...?"

The second trip, she came back with sniper rifles.

The third, she brought back five boxes of ammunition and three grenades.

On the fourth trip, she had eight packs of MREs and a bag full of apples.

The fifth time, she came back with four sets of clean uniforms and two packs of new military socks.

By the sixth trip, the alarm had gone off, and soldiers were yelling, "Thief! Catch the thief! Damn, it's Eileen! Stop her! She stole the chili!"

Eileen, clutching three packets of chili, yelled, "Retreat!!!"

With her command, Hancock, Joel, and the rest of the squad grabbed their loot and ran for it.

By 11:30 PM, back at the Red Team camp, all the soldiers except for the unconscious Tom gathered outside.

Under a makeshift awning, they spread out the spoils marked with Blue Team's labels—guns, food, fruit, and other supplies.

Everyone's eyes were glued to the three precious packets of chili, their mouths watering.

Hancock had no more complaints about Eileen. He was amazed at how adept she was at stealing supplies. She'd practically cleaned out all the materials Blue Team had gathered that day.

Una was thrilled too, especially about the chili. She eagerly encouraged Eileen, "Commander, give us a rallying cry to boost morale!"

Eileen thought for a moment, raised a machine gun, and shouted, "Repeat after me!"

A thunderous response followed, "Yes, ma'am!"

Eileen called out, "To victory through the night!"

Una hadn't expected Eileen to start with such a poetic line. She whispered, "What are you doing?"

Eileen frowned, "Just shout!"

With no choice, the hundred-plus soldiers, faces reddening, repeated, "To victory through the night!"

Eileen continued, "Guns and ammo, a perfect pair!"

A chuckle spread, and the volume increased, "Guns and ammo, a perfect pair!"

Eileen shouted, "The king will never rest!"

The troops responded, "The king will never rest!"

Eileen finished with, "We'll make Blue Team's fate be set!"

The soldiers, louder than ever, roared, "We'll make Blue Team's fate be set!!!"

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Author's Note:

Run, chase, and let them fly!