Chapter 41: Lonely Island Wolf Pack

  "Did you say that Lian Chang and my uncle really abandoned us like this?" Ye Yang Jian asked in a low voice, his heart aching as he thought of the uncle he trusted.

  "I don't know about others, but I do know Lian Chang, he's the most protective of his own. Do you think he'd disregard our lives? I reckon he doesn't even know we're still alive." The veterinarian analyzed carefully.

  "The current situation is that we can't get in touch, I reckon it's that staff officer who messed with the radio channel. I think if we could contact the company commander or any of my uncles, they wouldn't abandon us like this. What have we done? Damn! We haven't betrayed our country, we haven't committed treason. Why are they treating us like this?" Ye Yangjian wiped the rain from his face, he really wanted to smoke a cigarette...

  "When the rain stops, we'll change the radio frequency and try to contact whoever we can. It's better than dying here. There's a radio on the fishing boat, maybe we can receive something, depends on our luck." The veterinarian said after thinking for a while.

  "Right! I was so stupid when I was a soldier, only knowing how to contact the radio frequency channel in each mission order! Well, wait for AK to change the channel and try to contact again." said Ye Yangjian excitedly.

  Because there is hope, the storm isn't that scary and unbearable anymore. The guitarist's mood is quite cheerful too, having eaten a compressed biscuit. Yasuyukiyo and others are casually plucking some grass around them, chewing all the tender roots and swallowing them down.

  The heavy rain continued to pour down, the wind picked up again, and the young warriors huddled together to shield the guitarist from the wind. Although the sky was dark, the warriors' eyes remained fiery.

  Special Troops Battalion 177 Brigade A3

  "Lost contact? What's lost contact? Damn it! I want to see the living and the dead! They can't all be gone, I don't know about others, but Night Yang Jian is clear, that kid is hiding! Orders we're not qualified to receive? I'm the company commander of 177! I want to know what's going on with my soldiers now! Don't you dare use those regulations to suppress me, I'll tell you, if you don't give me a clear task briefing, I'll take down your intelligence department! I mean what I say and do what I mean! What? Three days? I'll give you one day! No! Half a day! One of my soldiers is missing. Me! I'll lead the team to kill that damn chief of staff!" Jiang Hai slammed down the phone, puffed out a mouthful of smoke, and the ashtray on the table was filled with scattered cigarette butts.

  Something is very wrong, one's own people were summoned by the General Staff for some reason, carrying the national flag and just being summoned! Summoned and lost contact, from the news obtained from his own connections, a sea oil drilling platform in Bird Island Country exploded violently, the cause of the explosion is unknown. The Bird Island Country sent warships into its territorial waters, but was later driven out by the naval fleet. China's Ministry of Foreign Affairs strongly protested against this and produced satellite images, radar data and other evidence to prove that the warship of Bird Island Country entered Chinese territorial waters and made a strong condemnation of the incident!

  Global public opinion was suddenly in an uproar, with sensationalist comments such as "New Militarism Attempts to Invade Southeast Asia Again", "The Unspoken Secrets of the Bird Island Fleet", "China's Secret Nuclear Submarine Incident" and "A Full Exploration of the Bird Island Sea Platform Explosion" spreading like wildfire through the internet, print media, and other channels, with the tacit support of the state, instantly filling the public's field of vision...

  The government of Bird Island has remained silent on this matter. Apparently, they have swallowed a bitter pill...

  Jiang Hai stood gloomily in front of the window, on the training ground below, the new recruits' training had not yet ended. This year's results were not bad, many good seedlings had been discovered. Looking at these new recruits who were being led by Ye Yangjian and Shi Ban, Jiang Hai made up his mind. He picked up the phone...

  "Hello! Please help me connect with the Fleet Command on the sea!"

  "Are you looking for me?!" A loud and powerful voice came from the other end of the phone.

  "Old man! I was 18 when I first joined the army and never asked you for anything! Now, I'm asking you!"

  The strongest aspect of the Jungle Warfare Troop is wilderness survival, but on this slightly larger desolate rocky island, the supplies they can obtain are really too limited...

  Hunger began to spread, and everyone was on the verge of collapse. The supplies had been completely depleted seven days ago. Despite their frugal use, the food had finally run out, and now, except for a morphine injection and a compressed biscuit saved for the guitarist, there was nothing left in the veterinarian's field backpack. People who had been under the pressure of heavy rain for a long time consumed a huge amount of calories, and to supplement their energy, they had no other way but to eat. The fine grass in the stone crevices on the deserted island became the last hope. These days, Yang Jian and others were able to fill their hunger with these poor grasses.

  The guitarist's condition is getting worse day by day due to infection of the wound, excessive blood loss, lack of nutrition and medical care. He has been running a fever for five days now. When the vet changed his dressing, they found that the prolonged soaking in rainwater had caused the wound to fester... The torrential rains over the past few days have taken away most of his life force, and although the guitarist is still fighting against death with all his might, everyone knows he's only hanging on by a thread...

  The situation of other team members is also not optimistic, the continuous heavy rain and strong wind for many days have taken away a lot of physical strength. The venomous snake has been lying on the ground without energy since yesterday...

  It is said that good fortune never comes in pairs while misfortune never comes alone. After several days of torrential rains, Typhoon "Saomei" arrived...

  The typhoon was like a devil in a myth, suddenly appearing in the sky with burnt and tattered clouds, becoming dark and chaotic. The wind howled on the sea surface and above our heads, mixed with violent storms pouring down like waterfalls, whipping up rain and water together, shooting down like dense bullets, hitting people's faces like needle pricks.

  The stormy night was terrified by the typhoon's overbearingness, it always brought with it the equally abhorrent accomplice of huge waves, stretching out bloody claws to the unarmed people, the fierce wind sneered and pounced on the desolate island, resolutely breaking its already fragile spine, making the desolate island cower under its invincible feet, the sea roared, the huge waves tore the originally barren and thin island into pieces.

  "…Backpack strap! Quick, rope!" Despite having no strength left, Yeto Yasunori was still shouting at the top of his lungs.

  It was as if they had received extremely professional training, and with the storm raging on, almost everyone in the wolf pack team sprang into action at the same time. They quickly opened the straps on their tactical backpacks and tied everything that could be used as a rope together to form long ropes.

  "…Big Bear! Tank! You two take the rope and tie everyone's waist together, don't let the typhoon blow them away! Are you stupid? First tie your own waist with Tank's!" Yeyang Jian ordered while using a raincloth made from a backpack to protect the guitarist.

  Braving the typhoon, Big Bear and Tank exerted themselves, and with everyone's help, they tied ropes to each person's waistband, then pulled hard to test their firmness. After finishing everything, they seemed to have exhausted all their strength and lay motionless in the rainwater.

  "…Brothers! Heaven is unfair! We can only rely on ourselves now! Food is gone, and the grass on this deserted island has been pulled out by us for several days. Even if there's still some left, I estimate that after the typhoon, nothing will be left. We're tied together to prevent everyone from being blown away. Now! Our brothers need our care, come over!" Night Yang Jian chattered his lips and let out a hoarse tiger roar.

  As if summoned, the warriors who had already lost their strength struggled to come from their hiding places, and Big Bear laboriously propped up his body, let out a muffled roar towards the sky, but still couldn't get up. With the help of the tank, he managed to crawl to the side of the guitarist.

  "... Form a circle! We'll protect him!" Ye Yang Jian said, sitting down first with his legs crossed in the rainwater beside the guitarist. The veterinarian followed suit, wrapping his arm tightly around Ye Yang Jian's elbow. Da Xiong also sat down in the rainwater, similarly grasping Ye Yang Jian's other arm. The others saw their efforts and followed suit, forming a circle of nine people, braving the typhoon and surrounding the nearly incapacitated guitarist in the middle. The typhoon continued to whip up waves and rain, battering them mercilessly, but the team members' grip only grew tighter...

  Sea... rain... wind... wind rolled up sea water... mixed with torrential rain... water... water... water, as far as the eye can see, everywhere is water...

  "Endure!" Yang Jian shouted loudly, but in fact he had already lost his strength. The rain washed over his entire body, the cold piercing to his bones...

  "...Guitarist! How are you? Can you still hear us talking?" Veterinarian Fei shouted, he hadn't spoken much in the past few days, and unexpectedly found that speaking in the typhoon was so exhausting!

  The guitarist didn't respond, which made the warriors anxious. They were surrounding him in a circle with their backs to him and couldn't go check on him, so they just anxiously called out...

  "Hey... artist! You can't die on me! I told you that day! I'm getting married, and you still have to perform at the wedding! Whoever doesn't show up, I'll go dig up their grave!" AK yelled.

  "…Guitarist! Hey! Hey! Don't be a coward, damn it! Our Wolf Pack team has never recognized fear! Stop pretending to be a turtle egg!" Tank struggled to turn his head in the rain, shouting in a muffled voice, with tears of frustration mixed with the stormy rain, looking so helpless...

  “…Damn it! If you die after killing the little devils, I'll acknowledge you as my brother! If you die without making a sound, I'll look down on you! Shit. Speak up! Make some noise, and we'll be discharged when we get back! Aren't you an orphan? After discharge, you, me, and Tank will take over my old man's pork stall together! We'll do business together! You just collect the money, and leave the physical labor to us two! I'll also find a wife for you later!” Da Xiong couldn't hold back anymore, and scolded with a crying tone.

  “…That's right! I know you're an orphan, aren't we all brothers? When we get back, we'll be discharged! We'll all be discharged and go home. My mom is so annoying, she loves to nag! You're my brother! You have a duty to help me take care of my mom! You have a duty to listen to her nag us together...Hey!...Hey!...Are you listening? When the time comes, you won't be an orphan anymore! We'll take good care of my mom together! Guitarist! I'm telling you! Speak up quickly, I've even given half of my mom to you! Hurry up!…” The head of the cleaver was tilted back as far as possible. The veins on his neck were bulging out, and the rain washed away his tears, at this moment it was hard to tell what was rainwater and what was tears...

  Author's words:

  Beijing time on April 20, 2013 at 8:02, a magnitude 7.0 earthquake occurred in Lushan County, Ya'an City, Sichuan Province (30.3° north latitude, 103.0° east longitude), with a focal depth of 13 kilometers. The local shock was strong and aftershocks continued. The armed police officers from the Ya'an branch rushed to the disaster area for rescue. When Coca and my little editor learned about this news, we were deeply saddened. As a retired soldier, when the country is in trouble, every individual has a responsibility! Here, I hope all readers will pray for the Sichuan Ya'an disaster area together, mourn for the deceased, and not forget the national calamity of 5.12! Please do your best to help the people in the disaster area! Yesterday's update was missed, and our little editor apologizes to everyone here.

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