Chapter 124

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  "Alright, alright, you're great, you're great. Can't I just casually say something?!" The old director hastily pulled back the middle school student who had stood up, "Younger brother, at such a big age, how can your temper still be so violent? Don't say it, don't say it, let's go eat, we'll go together to treat these soldiers to a meal, come on, come on..." The old director said as he pushed Su Yue Song out the door.

  The snow outside was even more violent, and the two of them covered their faces with their sleeves and walked forward in big strides. When they were about to reach the team members' room, they suddenly heard a singing voice, which was faintly audible due to the strong wind.

  "Hey! A song before dinner, Old Su was right, these young men are still keeping the team discipline!" The director said loudly.

  Su Yue Song's face broke into a smile: "Come on, let's go and listen. I'll show you what a real military song sounds like!"

  The room was filled with excitement, Liu Junhao stood in the center, holding a gun upside down and using the handle as a microphone to sing passionately. The team members around him were either standing or sitting, tapping on anything that could make a sound, beating out the rhythm and singing together:

  "Iron gate, iron window, iron chain, I stand in front of the window and look outside. The outside world is so wonderful, when can I return to my hometown? When can I return to my hometown? The moon shines on me with a curved shape, thinking of mother in prison..."

  "Alas! The iron window weeps!" Old Director listened intently outside the window, completely disregarding the pale face beside him.

  The song finally ended, and the principal was about to enter when Shao Hui suddenly shouted: "Brothers, can you sing our Three Main Disciplines and Eight Points of Attention?" The principal heard the voice and pulled the director's arm: "They have been working hard all the way, it's rare for them to be so enthusiastic, let them sing another one." In fact, he wanted to save a little face, after all, if a group of soldiers sang this song, the momentum would not be ordinary. However, he regretted it immediately.

  "Revolutionary soldiers... Ready... March!"

  "Every revolutionary soldier wants a wife, I don't care if she's tall or short, fat or thin..."

  The middle school principal couldn't help but push open the door with a "bang", and the group of demons inside immediately stopped their chaotic dance, staring straight at one iron-green face and another twisted face due to suppressed laughter. After entering, the principal suppressed his emotions, swallowed back his words, and said: "Clean up! Clean up!" The two words were bitten particularly hard, and after finishing speaking, he walked out without looking back. The director hurriedly chased after him.

  At this moment, the principal's face was gloomier than the weather. He turned his head to look at the director, and after a few seconds, he opened his mouth: "Speak, what do you want to say?" The director looked at him, and finally couldn't help but laugh out loud. The white air that came out of his mouth was instantly blown away by the wind: "Haha, I'm saying, brother, why are you being so serious? I didn't say anything, besides, they sang really well, that atmosphere, that momentum... tsk tsk..."

  "Hmph!" Su Yue-song interrupted the director's sentimental words and turned to leave with a flick of his sleeve.

  "Hey, young man, can you really control these soldiers?" The director asked in a hurry from behind.

  Su Yue Song's figure had disappeared into the snowy fog, and there was no more conversation.

  "Eh eh eh, I think our captain's mood is off, what happened?" asked Zuo Ming, putting down the washbasin and toothbrush.

  "Lost love, divorced, house stolen, children are not promising, there are many reasons, can you handle it?" Liu Junhao retorted.

  "Alright, alright, let's play again sometime, let's go eat." Zhao Zhenghao interrupted their bickering.

  "Right, it's been a day and everyone is hungry. Never mind anything else, let's eat first!" Wang Jianbin opened the door with a flourish and shouted exaggeratedly: "What big snow! Brothers, for braised pork, charge!"

  Su Yue Song sat solemnly in his chair, with the director and several other base leaders sitting beside him. The table was filled with a modest but sufficient amount of food, and everyone waited for the soldiers who had braved the snow to bring back the braised pork.

  "Little brother, still angry? The kids were just singing casually, don't take it seriously, it's good to have some fun." The director continued to persuade tirelessly.

  Su Yue Song lit a cigarette and slowly put down the lighter: "I'm not angry because they sang this song, think about it, they just arrived in this place, no pressure on their minds, but instead it's like they're here for tourism, can I not be anxious? In a while, I'll have to give them a good lesson!"

  Just as he finished speaking, the restaurant door was pushed open, and a gust of cold wind poured in, causing the indoor temperature to drop suddenly. At the entrance, two fully armed young men stood motionless, waiting for their captain's command. Su Yue sat at the table, looking at the group of soldiers, his hand gently extinguishing the cigarette, but he never gave the order to sit down that they were waiting for. Standing in the back, Yin Mo had no choice but to secretly kick the door shut with his heel, making the atmosphere slightly awkward.

  "Come on, come on, everyone, don't be polite, sit down!" The old director stood up and warmly invited, but the soldiers seemed to have not heard anything and remained motionless. The director looked a bit embarrassed, turned his face to Su Yuesong and said: "Old brother, let the kids sit down, what's the point of standing all the time."

  Su Yue Song raised his face: "Did you hear? The old director has spoken, everyone sit down."

  "Yes!" The team members replied loudly, took their seats in an orderly manner, put down their long guns and began to wipe the floating snow on the gun body. A person in charge of the base asked with interest: "Are you all carrying guns like this?"

  "Depending on the situation, if it's snowing or raining, we'll carry them like this; but if there are guns and cannons, we have to charge forward." Li Jinping replied from beside him.

  "How professional!" The person in charge exclaimed.

  "This is just child's play." Su Yue-song took over, "They not only sing 'Iron Window Tears' to find a wife, but they also have some ultimate moves that none of you have seen before."

  "Oh?" The other party was extremely interested and continued to ask Li Jinping: "What can you do?"

  "I'm from the Marine Corps, skilled in assault warfare."

  "Marine! Great! How about you?" The other party asked with even thicker intention.

  "I'm from the Air Force Special Operations Unit, skilled in piloting aircraft, parachuting and reconnaissance behind enemy lines." Kong Haotian stopped wiping his gun and stood up to answer seriously.

  Actually, Su Yue Song had a thorough understanding of the information of all twelve team members, and the team members were also familiar with each other. Shao Hui, Zuo Ming, and Liu Jun Hao came from the Special Police Unit, and the three had experience in executing special tasks abroad, rich battlefield experience, and proficiency in English. They specialized in urban warfare and excelled in shooting, hand-to-hand combat, and explosive disposal. Shao Hui was 1.79 meters tall and weighed 80 kilograms. Zuo Ming was slightly taller, at 1.82 meters, and weighed 83 kilograms. Liu Jun Hao was 1.78 meters tall and weighed 75 kilograms, but his image was ruined by a dog, earning him the nickname "Little Black" despite not having very dark skin.

  Wang Jian Bin, Zhang Wei Ze, Wang Hong Tao, and Li Jin Peng came from the Marine Corps. The four had been sent to an international military training base for the most rigorous training, with excellent military quality and English skills. They specialized in amphibious assault warfare and had comprehensive military skills, making them the largest group in the team. Among them, Wang Jian Bin was the shortest, at 1.75 meters tall, but had a robust physique, with muscular arms that commanded respect. Zhang Wei Ze had an average build but a baby face, which remained unblemished despite years of wind and sun exposure, making him suitable to be a high school teacher.

  Wang Hong Tao and Li Jin Peng were about the same height, at 1.78 meters tall, with average builds that were neither fat nor thin, exuding a refined aura. Zhao Zheng Hao, Zhou Yan, and Wu Yan came from the Army Special Reconnaissance Brigade, exceling in outdoor reconnaissance warfare. They had language training during their daily reconnaissance exercises, making their English listening and speaking skills excellent. Among them, Zhou Yan was slightly chubby, at 1.75 meters tall, with a weight of nearly 80 kilograms, dark skin, and piercing eyes that made him look like a formidable opponent.

  Kong Huang Tian and Yin Mo came from the Air Force Special Operations Brigade, specializing in parachute operations, enemy rear assault, and aircraft piloting. They underwent intense training every day, experiencing extreme altitude differences between the sky and the ground. KONG Huang Tian was the tallest in the team, at 1.85 meters tall, belonging to the category of "can touch the sky without flying a plane." They would be the emotional killers among the girls, as they were the only ones with university degrees, having excelled academically before joining the military and then donning the special forces uniform. If they returned to society without stability, it was likely that they would have multiple romantic conquests, reaching the state of "owing debts but not worrying about them."

  "Alright, alright, Old Zhang. If you have any questions, ask them later. We've got plenty of time. Don't delay the kids' meal." The old director interrupted the questioning. "To be honest, we've been waiting for your arrival. Without you, we couldn't sleep soundly even for a day. It's not safe here, with constant chaos and violence, frequent terrorist attacks and suicidal events... We can't conduct normal teaching and research. Some time ago, we withdrew some people, but the remaining personnel and valuable equipment need protection. Just five days ago, our base was attacked by armed militants. Fortunately, we hired many security guards, so nothing major happened. But let's be real, these security guards are only good at fighting when they outnumber their opponents. When they're outnumbered, they hide even more than us. In terms of combat power, it's still our People's Liberation Army."