An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

Chapter 249 Meeting Him?
The darkness in the cellar was like some kind of viscous liquid, enveloping Meng Youyou completely.

She huddled in the damp corner, her back pressed against the cold earthen wall. With each breath, she could smell the earthy stench, the sour rot of mold, and the pungent odor of some kind of animal excrement—this cellar had clearly been abandoned for a long time, becoming a paradise for rats and insects.

In the past, Meng Youyou would have rather died than be in the same enclosed space as these creatures. But the reality is, if she went out now, she really would die!
"boom--"

Another blast rang out, causing soil to fall from the top of the cellar. Meng Youyou's body trembled uncontrollably with the rhythm of the explosion, her fingers digging desperately into the dirt.

Her mind was completely blank; she had lost all ability to think and was even too scared to cry.

The wooden canopy overhead was not airtight, and through the gaps, one could see the flickering firelight outside, like the blinking eyes of a demon.

Is this the battlefield?

Before setting off, Meng Youyou could never have imagined that they would encounter such a terrible setback on the way, before even reaching the front line.

It might even be more than just a show of force!

A brutal war will never wait for you to be ready before it appears before you.

……

The radio operator abruptly ripped off his headset, turned around, and shouted, "Report! The logistics convoy has failed to contact us for today and is now out of service. Last known location: Zone B7!"

Just as the operations staff picked up the phone, the curtain to the command room of the A-spot observation post was suddenly flung open. The lookout rushed in, sweat and dust mingling on his forehead, leaving streaks of mud on his face.

"Report! Fire detected in the direction of Sector B7, suspected to be enemy artillery fire!"

A sudden silence fell over the command room of the observation post in Area A.

The operations staff officer spoke first, suggesting, "Battalion Commander Huo personally led a team to conduct pre-battle tactical reconnaissance today. If nothing unexpected happens, they should be in Sector B9 now, the closest to the incident area."

Commander Qiu was still staring at the sand table when he pressed his finger heavily on the coordinates of area B7. His voice was cold and calm: "Contact Battalion Commander Huo Qingshan!"

……

Huo Qingshan knelt on one knee behind a rocky ridge, the lens of his binoculars reflecting the sunlight. Three hundred meters below him, a hidden path wound its way through the bushes—a common infiltration route used by Y Army agents.

Just then, the communications soldier carrying the radio urgently reported to him: "Battalion Commander Huo, urgent telegram from the observation post! Our logistics convoy was ambushed by about a platoon of enemy troops in area B7 three minutes ago. The regimental headquarters has ordered that you immediately lead your troops to area B7 to provide support and ensure the safety of the logistics convoy personnel!"

Ten minutes later, the reconnaissance platoon approached the outer perimeter of Sector B7.

Huo Qingshan lay down behind a embankment and raised his binoculars to observe.

The highway was a mess, with a truck burning in the middle of the road, black smoke billowing into the sky.

In the wasteland overgrown with tall, human-shaped weeds, the movement of the Y Army could be vaguely seen, encircling the residential area northwest of the highway—where the survivors of the convoy should be hiding.

The artillery observer, lying prone beside the man, pointed to a crater that had been recently blasted open on the west side of the house. "The enemy's artillery position is roughly at the four o'clock position, about 900 meters away."

Huo Qingshan narrowed his eyes and quickly calculated the coordinates in his mind: "Contact the regimental artillery company and request suppression. Target: B6 area, 82mm mortar team."

The communications officer immediately began making calls.

At the same time, Huo Qingshan gave a hand signal, and the reconnaissance platoon was divided into two groups on the spot. One group followed Huo Qingshan and went straight behind the enemy mortar position to cut off their retreat; the other group went around to the flank of the civilian houses to deal with the approaching enemy infantry and rescue the trapped personnel.

……

Meng Youyou heard the shelling outside stop, and it didn't happen again for several minutes. But this didn't mean it was good news; on the contrary, it meant that the enemy had stopped shelling and switched to manpower to encircle and annihilate them.

On a real battlefield, there's no time to catch your breath. You never know whether the next second will bring life or death.

An unknown amount of time passed, seemingly an eternity. Occasionally, they could hear the sound of cannons again, but they seemed very far away. The air in the cellar was like solidified asphalt, sealing off Meng Youyou's five senses. The silence after the cannon fire subsided was more terrifying than the explosions themselves.

It was only after Xiao Bai gently tugged at her sleeve twice that Meng Youyou's senses were gradually brought back to their senses.

The man's pale lips moved, and he said in a weak voice, "Let me through."

Meng Youyou then realized that she was standing there blankly, blocking the earthen steps leading to the cellar exit.

Xiao Bai was holding a military dagger with the blade facing outwards. As he passed by her, the end of the hilt bumped into Meng Youyou's arm.

They silently switched places. Xiao Bai stood in front of her, his back soaked with cold sweat, clinging to the man's bony spine.

His fingers tightened repeatedly on the hilt of the dagger, his knuckles making a slight clicking sound.

Suddenly, a rustling sound came from above—the crisp sound of boots crunching over broken tiles. The sound grew closer and closer, finally stopping at the cellar entrance. Meng Youyou's heart clenched sharply; she felt the man's shoulders in front of her tense like a fully drawn bowstring.

The moment the cover was lifted, blinding sunlight pierced through like knives. Meng Youyou instinctively closed her eyes. She heard the metallic clang of guns clashing, and... "Are they all still alive?" The voice was rough, like sandpaper scraping against sheet metal.

Meng Youyou was finally able to open her eyes. Two soldiers with faces covered in soot stood against the backlight, holding Type 56 assault rifles to their chests. The red five-pointed stars on their collar insignia were smeared with blood, but they were still so glaring that they made people want to cry.

Xiao Bai suddenly collapsed, a strange whimper escaping his throat, sounding like both laughter and crying.

One of the soldiers frowned worriedly, went down a few steps, and reached out to pull him: "Can you walk? Do you need us to come down and help you?"

"Besides the two of you, is there anyone else inside?"

"Let me know if you are injured anywhere."

"..."

Hearing such a sound at this moment is like hearing heavenly music.

Meng Youyou crawled out of the cellar, her legs weak and sore as she walked to the door of the earthen house. There she saw two Y Army corpses lying on the ground outside the door, one of them still clutching a grenade.

As Meng Youyou staggered across, the soldier behind her held a walkie-talkie and reported to someone, "We've found two survivors, both with minor external injuries. We're requesting medical assistance."

In the makeshift vehicle, Meng Youyou rolled up her left sleeve and discovered a piece of metal embedded in her forearm, with the skin around the wound already turning white.

The moment the alcohol was poured on her, Meng Youyou's vision blurred instantly.

She hissed, tilted her head back, and looked out the car window. She saw a man in a military uniform covered in mud striding toward a badly collapsed house not far away. The people from the convoy were still trapped under the mud house.

Meng Youyou thought that her brain had malfunctioned from the fright she had just experienced, and that she was now hallucinating.

His walking posture remained unchanged; he took large, fast strides, yet still appeared composed.

Noticing the man approaching, a scout quickly went up to him to report on the rescue situation. The man listened with a serious expression and a furrowed brow.

"You know her?" Xiao Bai put down the alcohol bottle, glanced at her, and then asked.

Meng Youyou looked away and replied casually, "I don't know him."

Come to think of it, it's not surprising that he appeared in this place.

The next second, for some reason, Huo Qingshan suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of the resettlement vehicle, the sunlight gilding the outline of his body with a layer of gold.

For a fleeting moment, Meng Youyou thought he had seen her, but he simply raised his hand to adjust his headset, picked up the walkie-talkie and said something, then turned and walked towards the burning truck wreckage on the highway.

When the man approached the vehicle, Meng Youyou inexplicably lowered her head even further.