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  Hundreds of military vehicles loaded with soldiers, more than 20 tanks and armored vehicles, formed a long dragon along the Xinjiang-Tibet Highway. Possibly due to road closures, no civilian vehicles were seen on the way. Several girls in the small town stood on the cliff by the roadside, pouring down petals of wild flowers they had just picked from the mountain, mixed with white salt representing purity and victory. They jumped up and down, shouting: "Handsome guys, you must come back alive!"

  With a loud command from the deputy commander, the entire fleet drove towards Lhasa under the blessings of these girls.

  The military vehicle has been driving on the road for four hours, and no one in my vehicle has spoken yet. Everyone is quietly thinking about their own affairs, and the silent pressure makes people feel suffocated. Looking at those young faces, I suddenly thought, how many of the people here will be able to return alive after the war?

  Even Zhangsun Ting, sitting next to me, looked a bit uneasy. Whenever he got nervous, he would find something to do to shift his attention. He took out two clips, removed the bullets one by one, and used a dagger to engrave two intersecting marks on the bullet head. Then, he slowly reloaded the bullets. These reworked bullets would have a slower firing rate and lower accuracy due to their deformed shape, but once they hit the target, the entire bullet would irregularly jump around in an instant, causing severe surface damage. Because these bullets could cause the most painful injuries to the human body, no country dared to openly use them on the battlefield.

  Yang Qing tightly hugged the submachine gun in his arms, closed his eyes and remained silent, continuing to indulge in fantasies with his beloved woman. This guy has been like a man possessed for several weeks, sleeping with the gun, walking with the gun on his back, eating with the gun by his side. On one occasion, I accidentally discovered that he was ***, his right hand moving up and down non-stop, making soft moaning sounds that made my teeth ache, while tightly hugging the submachine gun. Until finally *** arrived, his body shook continuously for over ten seconds like a cold shiver, without letting go of the gun. Is it possible that he's treating the submachine gun as a sex fantasy object?

  Facing my inquiry, Yang Qingli replied with a straight and majestic tone: "I've been thinking these days about how to make myself the best sniper. After three weeks of practice and deliberation, I finally found the answer. Not only do I want to treat the gun as an indispensable partner on the battlefield, but also as a part of my body, even my most beloved woman!"

  Is there a woman in the world who is so thin and hard? And the only hole on the submachine gun is the muzzle... I dare not imagine what would happen if he really put his thing in, in case of accidental discharge. Maybe he doesn't need to have a sex change operation to successfully become a woman.

  "An ordinary person, if there is an extra piece of tape on their arm, can immediately get the message through bodily nerve reflexes. But give him a submachine gun and he absolutely won't be able to judge by intuition how many bullets are left in the magazine or which one might be a dud. But I can!"

  I still can't forget the pride on Yang Qing's face when he said this theory, his expression was like a hero brewing wine and discussing swordsmanship, his eyes were full of absolute authority and professionalism, making me unable to doubt. "I spend 24 hours a day with my gun, pouring my emotions and superhuman intelligence into her body, until we are intimately connected, turning her completely into a part of my body. Now even if you stick a small piece of tape on the gun, I can immediately feel it, she has already become an extension of my bodily functions!"

  That's so awesome! He's really a genius!!!!!

  As for me, I was quite miserable. Not only did I carry a submachine gun, 150 bullets, and 12 hand grenades, but I also had to take care of a 30-kilogram military gasoline stove and a large pot that could provide outdoor meals for the entire company. Seeing me walking with ease while carrying all this stuff, Long Sun Ting, that rascal, brought over four rocket-propelled grenade shells and piled them onto my load, generously adding to my burden.

  I can hardly imagine what I would look like if I had to run onto the battlefield with this getup and take a bullet!

  "Hey, Yinxue, continue!"

  Chang Sun Ting tossed something at me, and I only caught a glimpse of it after a moment's distraction - it was a bullet clip. I had no idea when Chang Sun Ting had finished his work on the side, he winked at me and said with a sly tone: "What are you thinking so deeply about? Are you fantasizing about getting to Lhasa, finding that instructor's lover, and having a passionate collision after a candlelit dinner?"

  I gave Long Sun Ting the middle finger, and at that moment a sense of unease slammed into my heart. In that instant, I clearly felt a killing intent piercing our military vehicle. Yang Qing, who was holding an assault rifle and daydreaming, suddenly opened his eyes. The three of us almost simultaneously pulled up the gun bolts with a "click", startling everyone in the car.

  But the military vehicle continued to drive smoothly, nothing happened, a cold sweat had already broken out on my body, I let out a long sigh, and exchanged a puzzled glance with Chang Sun-ting and Yang Qing. After three weeks of death training in which we shot at each other, we had developed our first sense of killing aura. I didn't believe that the three of us would simultaneously become so nervous as to think that we were about to be attacked!

  A dull sound came from outside, Yang Qing's face suddenly changed greatly, and he shouted: "It is an object 50 times larger than a bullet, rapidly shooting towards the rear of the army!"

  I and Zhang Sun Tian instantly turned pale, an object fifty times larger than a bullet, wasn't that a rocket artillery? Behind our army were vehicle-mounted howitzers and a large number of shells! Every soldier in our entire convoy was loaded with bullets and hand grenades. Once a chain reaction occurs, this single rocket would annihilate our entire army.

  We were too careless and didn't expect the enemy's surprise attack would extend all the way into China's interior!

  "Jump for it!" I yelled.

  Chang Sun Ting and Yang Qing followed closely behind me, jumping off the military vehicle amidst the screams of everyone in the car. We jumped off at a speed of nearly 70 kilometers per hour. To train my physical strength, I had not removed the heavy gasoline stove weighing over 30 kilograms and four artillery shells from my body. The strong inertia caused me to involuntarily roll out thirteen or fourteen times, with the shells hitting the ground repeatedly, scaring me so much that I was drenched in sweat.

  While people were still rolling on the ground, a loud noise suddenly came from behind the army, and a magnificent fire column that could reflect half of the sky red rushed into the sky. The burning shrapnel and shock waves spread rapidly in all directions in a radial shape. Within a range of 50 meters in front and back, the military vehicles were lifted one by one, and those cars were like toys, torn apart in mid-air. Some soldiers struggled for a few moments before their bullets and grenades exploded at high temperatures. At that time, tens of thousands of bullets exploded simultaneously, and stray bullets flew randomly, splashing countless sparks on the rocks on both sides of the highway. Hundreds of soldiers sitting in the front row of cars suddenly felt pain all over their bodies, and large blood flowers burst out from their bodies.

  Just like a row of dominoes falling, car after car was lifted high into the air, the god of death laughed maniacally as he swung his scythe, desperately reaping the lives of Chinese soldiers. As if the scene wasn't spectacular enough, another rocket shot down from the mountain ridge above our heads, and my heart sank to the bottom of the valley as I watched the rocket whizzing over our heads.

  The target of this rocket projectile was the cliff wall at the left turn in front of the convoy, and the enemy had apparently made thorough preparations, burying a large amount of explosives in the cliff wall. In the deafening explosion, rocks flew everywhere, and the tank car at the front of the convoy crashed into the pile of rocks without warning. The rock wall shook violently, and even more rocks poured down, instantly burying several tanks.

  "I rolled around and shouted in a changed voice: 'Yang Qing, Chang Sun Ting, kill them immediately!'"

  Yang Qing's gaze wandered around, this rookie who had only received a few weeks of special training hadn't found the most fearsome enemy yet, and actually pointed his gun at the position where rockets were being fired from behind us. Even Zhang Sun Ting was affected by him and turned his gun around. I suddenly pulled out my bayonet and stabbed it fiercely into the hard ground, half a foot deep, with a "crack" sound, the bayonet snapped in two, and my body also jerked to a sudden stop. I took advantage of the opportunity to shout loudly: "Fire at the front! Absolutely cannot let them destroy the tank!"

  Once the tank was destroyed, our troops were completely blocked off from advancing or retreating. Several ferocious faces flashed by in front of us, and what they were holding in their hands were solid fuel rockets!

  "Bang bang bang......"

  Three shots rang out, and in my pleading gaze at the heavens, a solid fuel rocket landed on the tank amidst the rubble, hitting the armor plate with a light "thud" sound, then spinning and rolling into a pile of rubble, but they did not explode.

  I let out a long sigh, suddenly propped up my body, and roared at the car that had almost crushed me to death in front of me: "People inside, get down quickly and push the car over the cliff!"

  At this moment, I really hated myself for being just a small soldier carrying a portable stove. The driver and soldiers in the car stared blankly at me without immediately executing orders, watching as the explosive shockwave approached ring by ring. I gritted my teeth, pulled out a hand grenade, pulled the pin, and threw it directly onto the military vehicle, shouting: "Those who don't want to die get down!"

  Looking at the hand grenade emitting white smoke, those new recruits were like rabbits shot and flew down. I rushed up and grabbed a soldier's bayonet, using all my strength to slash at the oil tank of the military vehicle, then hugged the oil tank tightly and let out a thunderous roar.

  The oil tank shook violently, and a circle of white appeared on several thumb-thick screws.

  "I don't want to die, I want to live!" I let out a loud roar again, a mournful howl like that of a wounded beast echoing far and wide, as several points of blood burst forth from the muscles on my arms.

  "I still want to be a hero of the ages, I still want to prove to that man that I'm stronger than him, and I have my beloved woman to protect, so... I won't die!"

  I squeezed out the craziest oath of battle from my throat, and in an instant, a layer of blood red covered my eyes. Under the nearly mad gaze of the soldiers beside me, I ripped off the oil tank of the car with my bare hands and threw it heavily into the cliff by the road.

  "Boom!"

  The hand grenade I dropped in the car exploded, and I only had time to cover my chest with both arms before being pushed out two meters by a blast of air. When I got up, I was covered in blood, and my arms were burning with pain, with several pieces of shrapnel embedded in them. I grabbed the assault rifle and loaded it with a magazine of bullets made by Zhang Sun Ting, pulled back the bolt, and pointed at the unknown enemy on the cliff wall, shouting: "I bet my reputation as a man that I will kill every single one of you!"

  The roar of the shockwave finally stopped on an empty military vehicle, and a dozen or so soldiers in green camouflage uniforms on the cliff wall felt as if they had been stabbed by a needle in their hearts, causing them to shudder all over. A lieutenant looked through binoculars for a moment and said, "I didn't expect Chinese soldiers to be so well-trained that they could find a way to cut off the shockwave so quickly, making it impossible for us to annihilate them. However, we have successfully achieved our expected combat goals!"

  The soldier with the walkie-talkie reported: "Lieutenant, we've lost contact with Lieutenant... Ah!"

  A blood flower burst from the top of Tong Xun's head, and the antenna on his back exposed his position. I slapped Yang Qing in the face with a loud slap and roared: "Stop shooting, everyone chase after him!"

  I carried bullets, hand grenades, petrol bombs and shells, jumped over the one-meter-high railing, bent down and sprinted up the mountain. Chang Sun-ting and Yang Qing closely followed behind me, vaguely forming a pin-shaped combat formation again.

  My foot slipped and I fell heavily, a rope wrapped around my ankle, pulling me up violently. Almost subconsciously, I pulled out the dagger and swung it fiercely. Before hitting the ground, I suddenly bent my body and managed to complete a standard military roll with a big pile of messy things on my back.

  About 70 or 80 meters in front of me, a heavy machine gun hidden under the branches suddenly started firing wildly, bullets hitting the ground and forming a long snake-like trail. However, with only a hair's breadth difference, I could only watch as I rushed into a blind spot that was out of range of fire. The machine gunner turned his barrel, and Long Sunting and Yang Qing seemed to have received prior notice, each diving behind a large tree on either side.

  The bullets from this heavy machine gun were absolutely special, a burst of gunfire came down, and a large tree as thick as a washbasin was cut in two. Chang Sun-ting and Yang Qing were both frightened and broke out in cold sweats at the same time. As they felt the machine gun's sweep pass by, Chang Sun-ting just wanted to jump up and counterattack when he saw Yang Qing curl his fingers in front of his eyes, winking at him repeatedly. Chang Sun-ting nodded, using the butt of his rifle to lift his helmet, barely exposing less than three inches, a heavy gunshot rang out, and his helmet was smashed into five pieces.

  Damn it, there really is a sniper. Long Sunting's head sweats again. If he had rushed out earlier, his brain would have been blown to pieces like a helmet. The machine gun sweeps over again, and the big tree behind him is shaved off another layer. Long Sunting roars: "Damn it, the combination of heavy machine guns and sniper rifles is so hard to deal with!"

  The elephant was responding to Zhang Sun Ting's rudeness, the heavy machine gun swept over his head again and again, forcing him and Yang Qing to lower their heads.

  "Damn you! If you want to kill my brother, you'll have to step over my dead body first!"

  In the midst of furious roars, I suddenly jumped out from a naturally formed water ditch, and in the face of my absolutely unexpected suicidal behavior, the enemy was apparently somewhat unprepared and did not launch an attack on me in time. With a swing of both arms, I fiercely threw the gasoline stove that had been compressed to its limits about 20-30 meters away, directly onto the top of their sandbag bunker made from local materials.

  Before the gasoline stove fell to the ground, I raised my submachine gun and swept it in a frenzy.

  "Boom!" The gasoline stove was like a gasoline bomb, suddenly exploding. I grabbed a grenade and raised my bayonet to strike the ignition area fiercely, then threw it at the machine gun position that had already become a sea of flames.

  In the intense explosion, I was covered in blood, holding a submachine gun and standing proudly amidst the raging fire. Chang Sun-ting and Yang Qing stood behind me, vigilantly gazing around. Yang Qing suddenly pulled the trigger, and a gunshot rang out. Over 200 meters away, a blood flower burst forth from a pile of green leaves. At the same time, Chang Sun-ting also took action, raising his submachine gun and unleashing a barrage of shots. A massive wooden fence, studded with sharp wooden stakes, was about to fall on Yang Qing's head when he swept it away into a heap of debris.

  "Ah, I see." The captain nodded and said: "It turns out that our plan had a few variables, truly an excellent elite force, the Chinese special forces are indeed renowned!"

  "Retract the telescope. Lieutenant, order one squad to stay behind and snipe at the enemy. After completing their mission, they will immediately follow up. The rest of you, retreat with me immediately!"