Who taught you to be a soldier like this!

Chapter 568 Blood Debts Must Be Amortized with Blood! [Please Subscribe! Please Vote!]

He served in the military for many years.

Zhao Weihong has received countless training sessions on combat readiness.

But never before has it been more direct or more overwhelming than now!
The smoke of battle has never faded, and the sacrifices have never ceased.

The reason why the people of Yan can live and work in peace and contentment is because there is a group of people who, in hiding, used their burning passion and young lives to keep all the sins, chaos and evil outside the country's borders!
On the wall.

Each portrait of a young person remains vibrant.

As Zhao Weihong gazed at those spirited faces, she suddenly understood Zhao Yuejin's stubbornness, which was so frustrating.

After finally making a name for himself on his military career path.

When no one was around, the young and ambitious Zhao Weihong felt proud and honored by his first-class merit!
Compared to those who have already passed away, Zhao Weihong cannot and does not deserve to be called a "first-class meritorious person"!

Their stories may not be as legendary as Zhao Weihong's, and their fame may not be as illustrious as Zhao Weihong's.

But the sacrifices they made for the country and the people are something Zhao Weihong could never compare to!

Because what they gave up was a life that each person only has once, a life that can never be recovered once lost!

Why have I never heard of the deeds of these comrades?

Hearing Zhao Weihong's slightly trembling voice, Hu Yiming, who had been silent all along, suddenly remembered himself when he first participated in the joint operation.

Back then, he was just like Zhao Weihong is now.

Sadness, anger, and deep-seated confusion!
Why had they never heard of the deeds of these soldiers?
They are martyrs! They are heroes! They are meritorious individuals who defended the stability of the motherland with their lives!
But their sacrifices and contributions can only be sealed away in a small room of honor, never to see the light of day!
After listening to Hu Yiming's angry roar, it was his company commander at the time who answered the question.

"For the safety of their families."

Hu Yiming subconsciously reached into his pocket, fumbled around for a while, then suddenly stopped. In the end, he didn't take anything out. Instead, he took a deep breath, looked at Zhao Weihong who was looking at him, and said the exact same words that his old company commander had said back then.

"It's not just them."

"Public security, border defense regiments, including those of us involved in the joint operation."

"If someone is killed in this operation, their story will not be made public."

"Never underestimate the madness of these drug dealers."

"In their eyes, there is no such thing as the saying that one's wife and children should not be implicated in a crime."

"If they could, they would not hesitate to retaliate against everyone involved in the joint operation!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gu Minzheng suddenly walked up to a portrait.

"Wu Kai was a new recruit I led when I was a platoon leader in new recruit training."

"He did not die in a spectacular operation, but fell at his post guarding the checkpoint."

"Two shots in total, one hit the carotid artery and the other pierced a lung."

"Prior to this, he had just killed two drug traffickers and captured one alive in a joint operation that ended that year."

"He was attacked not because he discovered anything unusual while on duty, but because drug traffickers who had escaped put a $500,000 bounty on his head."

"If he hadn't sacrificed himself, perhaps he would be the one explaining the situation to you now."

Gu Minzheng's voice wasn't very loud.

But it was like a heavy hammer that slammed down on Zhao Weihong's head!

The blows made him dizzy and his eyes blurred; they made him grit his teeth; they made a raging fire of hatred surge in his heart!

Before departure.

Zhao Weihong felt that she had fully assessed the ferocity of the enemy.

But this "estimation" is limited to the possibility of firefights and battles.

But Gu Minzheng and Hu Yiming's words revealed a bloody truth to him!
He still underestimated the madness of these drug dealers.

They have abandoned the basic principles of being human, and traditional moral values ​​are laughable constraints to them.

They are a pack of ferocious jackals, a pack of extremely patient jackals!
What Zhao Weihong should be doing is not preparing for a battle that could break out at any moment.

It's not about being prepared to sacrifice yourself at any moment!
This is the price one must pay for trying to shut out the darkness.

This is the mission and responsibility of soldiers, and it is the awareness that every soldier must have before going to the battlefield!
As thoughts surged.

The portrait on the wall gradually blurred in Zhao Weihong's view.

He didn't say anything, but silently took off his military cap and lowered his head, which had been full of vigor.

The room of honor fell into an extremely noisy silence.

I do not know how long it has been.

The figures in the Hall of Fame had vanished.

The door, which had been closed year-round, was now being carefully closed.

The portraits on the wall still hang there quietly.

Regardless of the comings and goings of people, the ebb and flow of the tide, they maintain the most radiant aspect of their lives, gazing upon this land where they once fought.

A smile without regret.

late at night.

In the primeval forests bordering Laos and Yunnan, a group of uninvited guests suddenly appeared.

They seemed very familiar with the environment, able to navigate the pitch-black rainforest with only the faint beams of their overhead flashlights.

This team of a dozen or so people, each carrying a bulging backpack, with their right hands tightly gripping the handle of their rifles, and their hunched posture as they moved forward, looked like jackals who had undergone a genetic mutation and learned to walk upright.

Whenever their companions' headlamps inadvertently swept over them, they would illuminate one impressive face after another.

ruthless, cunning, and indifferent
The phrase "appearance reflects the heart" finds its most perfect interpretation here.

"Squeak."

As the leader suddenly raised his right hand, the entire line came to an instant stop.

They stood there somewhat abruptly, listening to the babbling of streams and the chirping of birds, which seemed to come from nowhere.

After a brief but unsettling silence, the leader suddenly lowered his right hand and cursed in broken Mandarin.

"Damn it! It's wild boar droppings!"

"Keep your distance!"

"We're about to cross the border. Once we pull off this job, we'll never have to come out and feed the mosquitoes again!"

The words fell.

The other members of the team also began to get restless, showing signs of excitement.

It was as if that border line was a sacred place, a gold mine, and a life of extravagance for the rest of their lives.

They did not forget the potential threat of wild boar herds and quickened their pace as they continued their journey.

The darkness and the dense greenery of the rainforest provided them with excellent cover, just as they had done in countless previous operations.

But that doesn't mean they can let their guard down. The recent joint operations by Yan and the State are no secret to these bloodthirsty outlaws.

Not only in Yan, but also in Laos, a large-scale anti-D operation has been launched.

But for these outlaws from the "no man's land," Laos' actions posed no threat whatsoever.

From a certain perspective.

The term "three no-man's-land" can also be called "three-capable-management".

To break through the encirclement in this sinful land, especially in the most chaotic central city—Little Shiliang—you need connections.

Even if their group were to be discovered by Laos, it would simply be a matter of spending some US dollars, or even more US dollars.

The only thing they cared about was their destination.

Yan Country.

For everyone in the J Triangle whose hands are stained with sin, this ancient civilization that stands majestically on the Asian continent is their greatest nightmare.

It's not just because Yan has implemented a strict anti-drug policy, but also because of Yan's swift and decisive actions in dealing with these overseas drug traffickers!
In other countries, even if they were arrested, they could use their accumulated connections and funds to get bail, or even not need to go through that step at all, and could swagger back into the light of day.

But if they were captured by the Yan Kingdom, there would only be one fate for them.

dead!
As a result, Yunnan has become one of the very few regions in this era that still retains the "public trial" policy.

The execution of drug traffickers was also carried out openly and without any concealment!
If they could, this group of people would not want to, or rather, dare to set foot on the territory of Yan Kingdom.

In previous transactions, they would at most deliver the contraband to the border, and the rest of the process was none of their business.

But this time is different.

Yan not only wanted to eradicate the breeding ground for evil in the J-Triangle, but also carried out a large-scale centralized operation within its territory. Coupled with strict monitoring of the border areas, no one within the country was able to come and make contact with them!
With inside help and outside cooperation, this group of drug traffickers, unwilling to give up the huge profits of their "last big hit," had no choice but to challenge themselves and personally deliver the contraband into the country to find someone to trade it with!
More than an hour later.

The leader stopped again and turned off the headlamp that had been providing them with light, and the others followed suit.

Although the light was faint, it was enough to illuminate the path beneath their feet.

But now, they can only grope their way forward in the dark.

But this is no longer important.

Because they were less than a kilometer away from the border, from the decadent life they had imagined!
Without any prompting from the leader, everyone in the group quickened their pace and released the safety on their rifles.

After the primeval forest, which had been disturbed by them, became quiet again.

A figure lurking in the tree gently tapped the microphone next to its face.

"Thump, thump thump thump!"

A long beep indicates that a suspicious person has been detected.

Three short beeps mean that this group of suspicious individuals is armed!

Finally, the figure in the tree continued to communicate the number of people in the team to Zhao Weihong behind him by tapping on the earpiece.

Fourteen people.

Silently converting the tapping sounds into the information he needed, Zhao Weihong tapped his earpiece lightly to indicate that he had received the message, then switched channels and spoke in a slightly hoarse voice.

"All personnel, prepare to engage the enemy."

"The target is at least fourteen people, armed, and firing is permitted."

"Repeat, the other side is armed, firing is permitted."

After saying that, Zhao Weihong also picked up the Type 88 sniper rifle in her hand and gently fiddled with the switch of the reticle illumination on the scope. The original black mil dots on the reticle turned into a soft green, which appeared particularly clear in the night.

In fact, Zhao Weihong did not need to come out to "stake out" the location.

His mission should have been to provide timely support to the stationed troops when they encountered a formidable enemy, or to ambush militants when he had clear intelligence.

But after visiting the border defense squadron's honor room, Zhao Weihong not only shed the arrogance that came with his meritorious service, but also felt a surge of anger that needed to be vented!
Or rather, it was pure, unadulterated killing intent!
Zhao Weihong even felt that she herself before setting off was somewhat ridiculous.

They were even worried about the hesitation that might arise during their first real-world mission.

Even if Zhao Weihong hesitated before firing, it was because she was debating which parts of her body would have a higher success rate and be more likely to kill her with a single shot, rather than whether she should fire at all!

He couldn't wait to make every drug trafficker, whose crimes were numerous and unforgivable, feel his anger, so he volunteered to lead a team to stake out areas that were easy to cross the border.

Over the past three days, Zhao Weihong has gained nothing but large welts all over her face and head from mosquito bites.

Hu Yiming even came in person to persuade Zhao Weihong to go back, but Zhao Weihong refused.

In fact, Zhao Weihong knew that her actions were like looking for a needle in a haystack.

But as soon as Zhao Weihong closes her eyes, the image of the young faces in the border defense squadron's honor room always appears in her mind, making her eager to do something to numb herself!
Fortunately, Zhao Weihong's stakeout was not without purpose!

I watched the figure cautiously and tentatively reaching forward through the scope.

Zhao Weihong did not rush to fire, but quietly counted the number of people in the team.

15.74!

The intelligence was very accurate; the other side did not have any extra personnel.

Compared to their previously extremely dense formation, the drug dealers are now divided into three distinct groups.

The two men in the lead had unloaded their backpacks at some point and were now carrying rifles, slowly advancing towards the border.

The people at the back and in the middle were alert to their surroundings and appeared very cautious.

I can tell.

They also have some "tactics" to them; they're not just reckless brutes who randomly fire rifles.

Near the border.

A small boundary marker is standing there.

The two explorers arrived near the boundary marker without incident and gradually relaxed.

Turning around, they called to the people behind them to hurry up and catch up. The two people who had been leading the way retrieved their backpacks.

After the two of them put their backpacks back on, the others had already crossed the boundary marker.

In the darkness, the leader who had been guiding the way suddenly saw the small boundary marker, with its bright five-pointed star and the words "Yan Kingdom" in red on a white background.

A feeling that he couldn't tell if it was fear or disgust suddenly welled up from the bottom of his heart, taking over his entire mind, making him subconsciously want to spit at the boundary marker standing there as he crossed the border.

"ho"

"boom!"

The crisp sound of the 88 sniper rifle rang out, forever leaving the leader, along with the phlegm he hadn't had time to spit out, on the land of Yan.

Having just completed her first sniper kill, Zhao Weihong felt no discomfort; she simply instinctively aimed the green crosshair at the next target.

now.

Zhao Weihong's mind was already filled with a simple yet somewhat irritable thought, leaving her no time to think about anything else.

Blood debts must be repaid with blood!
(End of this chapter)