Chapter 22: The Soldier's Mission

  Lhasa City, the three brothers of Can Lang each carried a canvas bag and strolled on the main street. After walking around, they finally found a villa, which was the residence of the old man in Tibet at that time, and now it was cheap for the three brothers of Can Lang.

  The door opened, and everything in the room was very clean, obviously someone had been sweeping regularly. The three of them casually threw their bags onto the sofa, and Knife started rummaging around the room to find new and interesting things.

  Zan Lang took a towel and slipped into the bathroom, soaking in the warm bathtub and carefully disassembling the Sig P210. This handgun is known as the aristocrat of guns, and it's not an exaggeration - many people have long admired its reputation, but few have personally used it. The legendary craftsmanship of the P210 brings unbeatable reliability and accuracy. Among all military handguns in the world, the quality of this gun has never been surpassed. Many shooters who have used the Sig P-210 even call it a "miniature rifle".

  The P210 in the hands of the wolf has a "6-9" suffix, obviously, this is a German product. Although it only has a 7-shot capacity, its high accuracy far outweighs this small deficiency compared to similar handguns.

  After a careful examination of the gun barrel, the wolf's hanging heart was completely put down. The owner of this gun took good care of his partner, and the rifling was almost like new.

  It wasn't until much later that the Lone Wolf found out that the owner of this gun was none other than "Big Beard Mark", the captain of the Lava Mercenary Group, and that this gun had just been bought at a high price from an arms fair where it was one of the last remaining batches from the original German factory, which means that this gun has never been used before!

  Zan Lang carefully played with the gun in his hand for a while before walking out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. In the living room, Daozi and Jiyuan were each holding a bottle of Gujiao wine, clinking them together, who knows when they learned to drink.

  "I'm telling you two, there's nothing going on lately. We can't just keep loafing around waiting for death, right? How about it? Want to go out and have some fun?" The lame wolf asked with a showy flourish, spinning the P210 pistol in his hand.

  "Alright, I saw that broken gun of yours a long time ago. I'm just too lazy to fight you for it, I really don't understand why this broken gun is so expensive. Not only does it have a small capacity, but the magazine is also ridiculously pricey. If someone had five of these magazines, they could trade them in for a decent handgun. Are you seriously planning on taking this thing onto the battlefield? You need two hands just to change the magazine, you're basically a walking dead man." Chicken Eye's disdainful evaluation left Can Lang with a defeated expression.

  The knife seems more interested in going out to play, "Tibet is not Southeast Asia, where do you plan to take us two brothers?"

  "Heh heh, how's Kekexili?" The lame wolf put away the pistol in his hand and smiled slyly.

  "Do you want to go hunting for Tibetan antelopes?" Daozi and Jiyanyan asked in unison, their faces filled with anger. Generally speaking, soldiers tend to be animal lovers, especially mercenaries, unless they are some kind of pervert, most of them pay attention to protecting wildlife. In the words of the circle, "There are at least 5 billion humans on earth, a few people can be killed, but how many wild animals are there in total?"

  "Kekexili is not just home to the Tibetan antelope, but also to poachers. Are you stupid or am I...?" said the wolf with a helpless expression.

  After discussing the itinerary, the three of them rested well in the villa for a day. The next morning, Can Lang borrowed an off-road vehicle from the military district and took Knife and Chickpea to Hoh Xil.

  What they call anti-poaching is just the three brothers having nothing better to do. Although they are not very old, they all belong to the type with excessive hormone secretion. It's better for them to go out and take a look around than to stay at home.

  On this day, the three of them walked and stopped until they arrived at the famous Non-Frozen Spring. Legend has it that this spring is connected to the Mediterranean Sea, but no one has verified its authenticity. The three men, who only knew how to fight, were not aware if the current season was a time for poaching or not, they just treated it as a tour.

  After resting for a night at Buzhaoquan, the three of them suddenly had an idea to go and visit the Kangxiwa Martyrs' Cemetery. Fortunately, they had brought a lot of supplies with them when they came, so they didn't run out of food.

  The next day, the off-road vehicle stopped at Khamxiwa. Not far from Khamxiwa is a highway, and every driver who passes by will consciously slow down and honk their horn in respect. Jiyan carried a box of Maotai bought in Lhasa and placed it on the altar in the cemetery. The three people each took out a bottle of wine, opened the cap, and slowly poured it onto the highland soil.

  The fragrance of alcohol wafted slowly, and the remaining wolf pulled out a Red Tower Mountain from the car. This was prepared for the nearby garrison. The three people exerted great effort to each light up three cigarettes and respectfully placed them on the altar. Ignoring the frightened expressions of the surrounding people, the remaining wolf pulled out a P210 and fired all 7 bullets in one breath. The crisp sound of gunfire echoed through the cemetery. Three people, three standard People's Liberation Army military salutes.

  After the three Tibetan brothers finished their ritual, they enthusiastically presented their hada. The drivers who stopped due to the sound of gunfire also honked their horns one after another. At that moment, the three wounded wolves, with blood-stained hands, felt for the first time that they were still Chinese.

  Pulling a cart full of cigarettes, wine and canned goods, the three rushed to the nearest outpost. In the small sentry post lived 11 young soldiers. The squad leader was a man in his thirties, his severely sunken fingernails indicating that he had been stationed here for many years. The enthusiastic squad leader let the three half-grown children into the sentry post, and then summoned several soldiers to unload all the supplies from the off-road vehicle.

  The knife was taken out from the co-pilot and distributed to several soldiers with the red tower mountain that was opened in the cemetery earlier. The class leader took a beautiful sip of the smoke in his hand and started chatting with the oldest-looking chicken eye.

  The chicken eye first indicated the identity of the three people to avoid misunderstandings. A group of warriors were very curious about the experiences of the three, and the poorest knife began to talk eloquently. When it came to the dangerous places, several excited warriors even slapped their thighs and sighed with relief.

  A rugged-looking warrior looked at the short and small wolf-like man with some disbelief, asking, "This kid can take two comrades to kill 100 people? I don't believe it."

  The desperate wolf's smile explained, "Big brother, if you're holding a machine gun against 100 unarmed soldiers, who do you think will win?"

  A burly warrior with a shaven head rubbed his head and said, "Heh heh, I'll make them surrender. Our Liberation Army treats prisoners of war leniently."

  Perhaps it was said that the three of them were in pain, and Ji Yan opened a bottle of Maotai and poured a few mouthfuls into his mouth. The warm and cozy atmosphere in the sentry post suddenly became low-key. The squad leader patted Ji Yan's shoulder and said, "Although you are not our Chinese soldiers, but, brother, remember that there are two kinds of soldiers. One is like us, guarding the country's border line, and maybe even after retirement, we won't have a chance to fire a shot at the enemy. The other kind, from the day they pick up their guns, they go onto the battlefield, and as soldiers, everything they do, including killing people, is not for self-preservation, but for the faith in their hearts. Don't worry about psychological burdens, I noticed that you all brought your gear with you when you came in. The gunshot sound from Kangxiwa earlier was also something you guys did, right? No matter what kind of soldiers you are, at least our hearts are Chinese!"

  The monitor's words made the three of them feel a lump in their throats, and Dàzi immediately opened a bottle of Maotai and took a few swigs before passing it to Cán Láng, who passed it to Jī Yǎn, who then passed it back to the monitor...

  That night, the three of them also gave up on going to Kekexili to poach, and instead stayed at the sentry post. They ate expired instant noodles that the soldiers were used to eating and canned food in glass jars that was rarely seen. For the first time, Zhan Lang discovered that as a soldier, he seemed to be nothing.

  The next morning, the three brothers sang the national anthem of the People's Republic of China for the first time in the sentry post and raised a bright five-star red flag. This was a gift specially prepared by their squad leader, a precious gift that benefited their entire military career.

  The three of them returned to Lhasa with a completely different mood from when they left, packed their bags and prepared to rush back to their base in the Golden Triangle. The reason was simple: Wolf's task had arrived again, and as one of the three giants of Team VX, it was impossible not to participate.

  Before they could bid farewell to their old father, the three brothers boarded a chartered plane flying directly to Yangon.

  There are 9 of his own brothers waiting for their captain to lead them on a special mission.