Chapter 43

  Special forces are called special because of their exceptional combat skills, battlefield performance, equipment, tasks and fighting power. However, when they are confined to a specific location and engage in an offensive and defensive battle with an opponent who has similar combat strength and better equipment, the outcome is unlikely to be favorable.

  Special forces, including Chinese special forces, are simply soldiers with much stronger combat capabilities than regular troops. Many military stories and legends portray them as war gods, believing they can achieve miraculous victories on the battlefield, single-handedly or in any situation, even against an entire army. This is all fantasy.

  Special forces are also human beings without any superhuman abilities. The only thing that sets Chinese special forces apart from their foreign counterparts is that they have a strong sense of mission and will not surrender, unlike soldiers from some countries who carry surrender documents with them on missions. If equipment is set aside, the combat strength of Chinese special forces would be unmatched by any other country.

  With a few sharp whistling sounds, the 3rd district where the team members and local guards were located became a heavily damaged area. The opponent saw that they couldn't break through for a long time, so they simply called in artillery fire to reinforce their firepower. The small place was originally unable to withstand such dense attacks, and it was instantly blown to smithereens. The team members who had been resisting bitterly finally couldn't hold on anymore. Su Yue-song loudly asked: Have the people in the back retreated?

  The radio crackled a few times, and Kong Hao Tian's urgent voice came from inside: Captain, all personnel have withdrawn to the rear... There is an ambush here, I can't handle it alone... The crowd was dispersed...

  "Are there any casualties?" Su Yue-song asked anxiously.

  There are... I don't know how many, the scene is chaotic... I'm currently protecting a group of people and can't extricate myself.

  You don't have to come back, take them to a safe place and we'll prepare to retreat immediately! Su Yue Song said to him.

  Got it, be careful! Kong Haotian replied.

  All personnel quickly gather in Area 3, prepare to evacuate! All personnel quickly gather in Area 3, prepare to evacuate! Su Yuesong gave two consecutive orders over the radio.

  The team members responded one after another, but Shao Hui's heart sank. At this moment, he and Zhou Yan were circling around each other in area 4, where bullets and grenades had already blown everything to pieces. He shouted into the radio: Captain, Wu Yan and Liu Junhao are still on the city wall, they haven't responded! Su Yuesong understood that these two people were now in a precarious situation, but he still picked up the radio and called out: Zone 1, can you hear me? Zone 1, can you hear me... Still no response. Liu Junhao, can you hear me? Wu Yan, can you hear me? Su Yuesong shouted again, but there was still no response from the radio. I'll go take a look! Zuo Ming couldn't help but get up and charge forward, but Zhao Zhenghao pulled him back: Are you trying to get yourself killed? The whole area ahead is filled with Ghost Shadow troops, how can you just rush over? Zuo Ming adjusted his helmet and gritted his teeth, asking: Then what about those two?

  Withdraw! Fall back to the open area outside and fight again! Su Yue Song gave a decisive order. If they continued to fight like this, all team members would be buried with him.

  Wu Yan lay on the ground, listening to the clear voice from the radio. He struggled many times to pick it up, and when he finally managed to grab the microphone with a trembling hand, he heard the order to retreat. He turned his head to look at Liu Junhao lying beside him, thought for a moment, then slowly released the microphone and let out a deep sigh. His hand fell limp and dropped down. After an unknown period of time, the radio crackled again, and Wu Yan instinctively raised his hand to respond, but it was stuck to the ground, unable to move. He realized with his last bit of consciousness that his hand had been frozen in blood. He struggled a few more times before finally giving up. Wu Yan's consciousness gradually faded away, and he vaguely felt two people approaching him, squatting down beside him. He tried to raise his gun to counterattack, but it was no longer possible. He resigned himself to fate, telling himself to let go, and slowly fell asleep.

  April 1st, early morning, base.

  The sky was starting to brighten, but then it was overcast with dark clouds again. Today should be a windy and snowy day. In the large base, someone should have gotten up to clean and exercise at this time, but now it's all broken and bloody. The iron gate had become a pile of scrap metal, curled up on one side, with bullet holes all over the courtyard, windows shattered, and two empty holes in the house, dozens of craters blown out of the ground, blackened soil scattered everywhere, dark red bloodstains on the white snow, countless shell casings visible everywhere. A cold wind blew by, and the damaged pillars creaked. Everywhere showed signs of destruction. Shao Hui walked out of a house, looking at the desolate scene in front of him.

  Many people walked over from a distance, Shao Hui glanced at them sideways, and the team members in the crowd had black mud all over their faces, unable to see their original appearance. The staff next to him were trembling all over, wrapping his hands tightly around his clothes, whether it was fear or cold. The old director slowly walked to a wall and looked quietly, the wall was full of bullet holes like a beehive, the old man stretched out his trembling hand to touch, and suddenly, a broken corner of the wall was accidentally torn open by him. The old man's body trembled slightly, and he looked at every place with heartache. Director, the house has been damaged, but the instruments are still usable. A staff member came over to report after checking, this news was undoubtedly very comforting for the old man. But then another person ran over: Director, our office has been bombed, all the documents inside can't be found... Unexpectedly, the old director had no reaction, he said quietly: It doesn't matter, I knew it wouldn't be peaceful these two days, so I let Xiao Zhang carry the most important materials with him.

  But... someone whispered behind, but Little Zhang was gone...

  The old man's body shook, and he turned around to scan every face, but indeed, there was no sign of Office Zhang. He hastily walked to the back of the group - where the bodies of the unfortunate dead were laid out. The old man lifted the clothes covering their heads one by one, his face twitching with each lift. When only one body remained, he trembled as he lifted the corner of the cloth, his hand stopping mid-air. A cold wind blew across his face, and the old man seemed to have made a great decision as he lifted the cloth. He stared blankly for a moment before suddenly collapsing to the ground.

  What about Wu Yan and Liu Junhao? Su Yesong came before Shao Wei.

  It's okay, the injury is much lighter than mine that time. They were just stunned by the explosion. I carried them to bed to rest. Shao Hui pointed to a room.

  Su Yuesong nodded and walked towards that room, suddenly turning his head and asking: "Where's Zhou Yan?"

  He stood guard on top. Shao Hui pointed to the city wall again. He looked at the scarred courtyard and thought that the base would not be operational for a short time, and it was possible that they would even withdraw back to their home country. In that case, they could also return home and live a normal life. As soon as Shao Hui thought of this, he suddenly felt a sense of relief. He walked into the courtyard, where the battle had taken place at dawn. The bodies of several members of the Ghost Shadow Troop had been taken away by their own people, but everything around them could still explain what kind of life-and-death struggle had occurred at dawn. Why did the Ghost Shadow Troop want to destroy this base so badly? No, when he was hiding in a hidden place, he clearly saw that they retreated after driving everyone away, without launching any special attacks on anyone or any buildings. Were they just killing people for the sake of killing? Or was it to provoke? Shao Hui walked and thought, but couldn't figure out the reason for this battle. He unknowingly walked to the door of a house and looked up before entering. Inside, Su Yue Song was examining the injuries of two men. When he saw Shao Hui come in, he asked: What did you and Zhou Yan do inside after we retreated?

  At that time, the other side's firepower was too strong, and we couldn't get out, so we found a place to hide. Shao Hui replied. Su Yue Song looked at him: Then how did you manage to run to District 1? Shao Hui didn't expect Su Yue Song to ask this question, hesitated for a moment, and replied: At that time... what happened after we withdrew? Su Yue Song didn't listen to his fabricated lie.

  After you left, the ghost team fought all the way to the end. I and Zhou Yan were worried that Wu Yan Liu Junhao was in danger, so we quietly ran to the city wall, which is also a defensive point. If they really want to search the whole factory, we can still make a last stand on it. But after occupying the entire factory, they didn't destroy anything and left directly, which doesn't seem like the style of mercenaries. Now I'm a bit suspicious whether we are fighting against the ghost team or not. Shao Hui told the truth bluntly.

  It must be them. Recently, there has been no other unit of this level in the vicinity except for this one. The fact that nothing was destroyed suggests that they were targeting people rather than the base. Who do you think it could be? Su Yue asked.