Chapter 21
New Year's Eve in Jinan, Shandong Province.
In the distant China, Shandong, known as the hometown of Confucius and Mencius, is now immersed in the New Year's atmosphere. Especially in Jinan, the provincial capital, there is a unique scenery with lamps in the springs and springs under the lamps. The spring water in the city is dotted with the Spring Festival, showing a peaceful and prosperous world where people live in peace. At this time, Daming Lake has already frozen, and the ice surface reflects colorful lights like a dream. There are still people strolling along the lake, mostly migrant workers or couples. Not far away, on top of a mountain, a girl wearing thick down jacket is quietly gazing at the city below in the cold wind.
Why bother burying me in my hometown, everywhere is a green mountain for the living. Heaven, when I really die one day, I don't hope to be buried in some wealthy and noble place either, just find a mountain to settle me down, but it must be close to my home, so that my mother can visit me with less suffering when she wants to see me, thank you. The boy bowed his head sincerely.
The girl beside her couldn't help but burst out laughing.
The boy who was kneeling suddenly turned his head to look at the girl with a warm smile: What are you laughing at? What's so funny?
Firstly, your wish is very special; secondly, the god you're praying to can't help you with this matter because he's the God of Wealth. The girl told him with a smile.
"Oh, wrong again? The boy looked bewildered, then stood up and looked around, finally seeing a plastic statue with an imperial aura next to him. He walked over and knelt on the cushion, wanting to kowtow again. The girl stopped him once more: 'This is Guan Gong, the Martial God of Wealth. This temple is specifically dedicated to the worship of the God of Wealth, they won't grant your wish.'"
What bad luck! Even praying to the gods can go wrong! The boy simply sat down on the cushion, lit a cigarette and started taking a break. His attitude changed instantly, making the girl burst out laughing. The boy looked at her sideways with a cigarette in his mouth, showing dissatisfaction in his expression.
What's your name?
Shao Hui, what's wrong?
What's the point of making wishes if you're just going to die anyway?
What's it to you? What's your name?
My name is Yujia, what do you do? The girl asked curiously.
When the soldier. Really, I am a republican and bow to you for wealth! The boy stood up in annoyance and walked out. When he reached the door, he suddenly turned his head and said to the girl: It's late, it's not safe on the mountain, do you want to go down with me?
As she thought of this, the girl's mouth corner revealed a sweet smile. She looked at the temple below and the mountain wind pulled her thoughts back to reality. The girl softly sighed: Hui, did you have a good New Year's Eve?
New Year's Eve, midnight, northern mountainous area of Basel
Three off-road vehicles were accelerating on a vast Gobi Desert, sending rolling snow and dust flying, which was instantly blown away by the strong wind. Although the cars were somewhat old, their performance was excellent, and the advantages of four-wheel drive were fully demonstrated on the harsh terrain. Since no headlights were turned on, it was extremely dark both inside and outside the vehicles.
Shao Hui, sitting in the front passenger seat, turned on the radio. The tape recorder was outdated and couldn't be used anymore. The radio had no signal, making a hissing noise that was annoying. Shao Hui simply turned off the radio, leaned back in his seat, and closed his eyes to rest.
Xiao Hei, it's New Year's, why don't you perform a program for everyone? Zuo Ming starts teasing Liu Junhao without any reason.
I don't know what show! Don't think about watching excitement! Liu Junhao won't be fooled.
No! Zuo Ming poked his helmet with the barrel of his gun. Isn't your wife a Peking Opera actress? Didn't she teach you a few lines?
No! Don't bother me! Liu Junhao sat up straight: What a joke on New Year's Day!
Everyone in the car was waiting for what came next, Shao Hui slowly opened his mouth at the front: All so-called festivals are a way for humans to pass the time when they have eaten their fill and have nothing better to do. As long as there is something to do, all festivals are not festivals.
Shao Hui, what does your wife do? Wang Jianbin asked.
She's a great girl, studying finance in college. I'm not good enough for her, can't even give her the most basic sense of security. Shao Hui said this with his body sunk deep into the chair, speaking as if he was talking about someone else.
The car continued to speed along for over half an hour. Shao Hui opened his eyes, glanced at his watch, shook his wrist and hid the watch in his sleeve, then tightened the cuff of his sleeve, bent down to check his combat boots and pant legs, and again tucked the pant legs tightly into the long combat boots. He fastened the small tactical knife on the boot. Straightening up, he adjusted the wide belt to a suitable width and buckled it, securing the survival ring - a small leather ring that could be used as a temporary anchor for the rope during climbing, or as a hook for the rescue rope thrown by teammates in case of emergency. This small leather ring was one of the special forces' treasures.
After finishing these preparations, Shao Hui began to check his gun and bullets. Finally, he placed four fully loaded rifle magazines on his chest, which could be exchanged at any time, and also served as a first layer of bulletproof clothing. He turned his head to look out the window at the weather, and adjusted the radio on his left shoulder to the high-power frequency channel for close range. He carefully checked the black tape on the indicator light - when the signal was received, the red light would flash, especially noticeable at night. If this small detail were overlooked, it could cost the lives of all team members. Experienced special forces soldiers always covered the indicator light with a piece of black tape during combat.
After finishing these preparations, Shao Hui looked at his watch and saw that it was not yet time to equip according to plan. He continued to take out bullets from the box and load them into clips until he had filled two clips with sixty rounds each. Feeling around in the box for a clip connector, Shao Hui pulled out the military dagger from his waist and cut a rectangular piece of foam from the side of the box. He placed it between the two clips and tightly secured it with tape - this way, when exchanging clips to reload, he could do so quickly without wasting time dropping an empty clip and then searching for a loaded one on his body. On the battlefield, speed was life, and Shao Hui knew this well.
Inside the off-road vehicle, no one spoke, only the sound of clothes rubbing against each other and the faint hum of firearms. The vehicle screeched to a halt, and the two off-road vehicles became two dark boulders in the night.
Shao Hui glanced at his watch and spat out two words: Get off.
The wind outside didn't weaken, blowing away the snow to reveal the sinister-looking rocks, which in the darkness looked like twisted faces contorted in pain. Zhao Zhenghao was fully armed and waiting outside, all team members had disembarked and gathered together, Zhou Yan led a few team members to start covering up the vehicle tracks. Actually, it wasn't necessary to make a big fuss, the storm that followed had already cleared the way for the team's rear work. Zhao Zhenghao opened his backpack and took out some tin foil strips, scattering them around the vehicles to interfere with enemy radar reconnaissance. Shao Hui led others to unfold camouflage nets to hide the three cars well, everything was ready, team members took out camouflage nets made from fishing nets, using local materials to apply some rock colors and earth tones on top, Zhao Zhenghao poured some water into his hand in the car, mixing it with mud and rock powder to apply to each team member's face. The team members stood in a row waiting for orders. Zhao Zhenghao and Shao Hui stood at the front of the team, Shao Hui looked at his watch again, took a step forward:
Brothers, the army is a machine that manufactures death. Soldiers are brave warriors who sacrifice their lives to demonstrate loyalty and righteousness. We special forces soldiers have two lifelines: one is our parents, using our lives to be filial! The other is our mission, using our lives to do it! Since ancient times, it has been difficult to achieve both loyalty and filial piety. Brothers, reality has already pushed us to the foot of this mountain. History has chosen loyalty for us, we have no way out! Remember yesterday's promise, tonight we brothers will meet again in the dormitory!
Zhao Zhenghao glanced at the time, it was already 1 o'clock in the morning. He put on his camouflage net with force, and with a loud "click" sound of bullets being loaded, he gave orders urgently and forcefully: Execute Plan Number One, move out!
Whoosh... whoosh... The team members were like a string of arrows that plunged into the darker night in the black night.
The commanding heights of these mountains have an absolute height of about 532 meters, with a very complex terrain and steep slopes, cliffs and canyons. This is also the reason why the Snow Mountain Tiger team chose to set up their base here. The team members drove in with dimmed lights, hiding their vehicles at the foot of the mountain, and infiltrated into the mountains according to plan from the northwest corner of the mountain range. After entering the mountains, visibility was extremely low, but the wind weakened. Shao Hui and others walked carefully along the rugged mountain road, and all team members understood that this battle would be very difficult to fight. The battlefield had all the most unfavorable factors: short preparation time, unfamiliar terrain, unclear enemy position, unknown location of forward sentries, no backup forces to call upon, and no night combat equipment. In such a desperate situation, rushing hundreds of kilometers into the enemy's base to rescue hostages was essentially a one-way trip, similar in nature to charging into a police station with a kitchen knife to stage a jailbreak.
