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

Chapter 254 Reunion (Part )
A busy medic passed by, and Huo Qingshan stopped him and briefly inquired about the general situation—when the three wounded were sent to the first aid station, two of them were in more serious condition. One of them, a female translator, was relatively less injured, but she was emotionally unstable, as if she had been stimulated by something. After they bandaged her wounds, they injected her with some sedatives, and she fell asleep not long after.

Huo Qingshan stayed by her side the whole time, without making a sound to wake her.

More than ten minutes passed. Perhaps the girl was not sleeping well to begin with, or perhaps medical resources at the front line were strained, so the medic only gave her a small dose of sedative, depending on the situation.

Gradually, Huo Qingshan saw the long eyelashes of the person in front of him tremble slightly, as if he was about to wake up.

When Meng Youyou opened her eyes, she saw Huo Qingshan's face. The girl's eyes were glazed over, as if a thin mist had covered her vision. She stared at him blankly for a long time.

Her head was heavy and foggy, working slowly and erratically. She thought she was dreaming and unconsciously murmured, "Why are you here again?"

Huo Qingshan didn't understand what he meant by "again." For a moment, he couldn't think of a response, so he remained silent.

The girl gazed into his eyes and whispered again, as if in a dream, "I haven't dreamed of you for over a month." Her voice was muffled.

Upon hearing this, Huo Qingshan immediately understood the meaning of the phrase "Here we go again."

His heart was suddenly and violently squeezed, and then it never let go, clenching tighter and tighter. Huo Qingshan could feel that "it" was on the verge of breaking down.

The girl leaned closer, her eyes sparkling with pride. "Wasn't it amazing?" she asked, her expression one of seeking praise.

She quickly delivered the final, fatal blow.

Huo Qingshan was speechless. He closed his eyes in anguish, unable to bear looking at her any longer.

A few seconds later, he felt something rough touch his chin, but it left in an instant. Huo Qingshan opened his eyes and saw the girl looking down at his left hand, which was wrapped in gauze.

The intensely real burning sensation in her palm finally drew Meng Youyou's attention and gradually brought her back to her senses.

This isn't a dream! Meng Youyou's eyes widened as she looked up at him. "You... how did you get here?"

Huo Qingshan was also taken aback. After a moment, as if remembering the purpose of the trip and the standard procedure, the man first sighed almost imperceptibly, and then moved his body back a few inches, widening the distance between the two in an unconventional manner.

He immediately became serious and said, "Comrade Meng Youyou, I am Huo Qingshan, the platoon leader of the reconnaissance platoon of the 109th Regiment, codename 'Mountain Eagle.' The regimental chief of staff ordered me to verify the details of tonight's enemy attack with you." As the man spoke, his expression had returned to its usual solemnity, and his tone was steady and orderly.

The man showed the other person a handwritten order, looking them directly in the eye, and said, "The following content will directly affect the counterattack plan. Please answer truthfully."

Meng Youyou swallowed hard, digesting the information for a while before slowly nodding, "I understand, go ahead and ask."

Huo Qingshan added: "According to the 'Battlefield Intelligence Collection Regulations,' this interview will be recorded."

Meng Youyou sat up straighter and nodded slightly.

Seeing this, Huo Qingshan pressed the switch on the tape recorder, the tape started spinning, and he went straight to the point: "How many people did the Y Army send out tonight? Were they disguised?"

Meng Youyou shook her head, her eyes dim, and said listlessly, "I don't know."

"Did the enemy use any special weapons or equipment?" Upon hearing this question, Meng Youyou seemed to fall into a brief recollection. After a few seconds, she carefully spoke: "When I was in the listening room, I smelled a very unpleasant odor seeping in. It smelled a bit like sulfur, and a bit like strong chili powder. In short, it was very pungent, and my chest felt very uncomfortable after inhaling it."

Meng Youyou recalled, "Then I came out of the listening room and saw a lot of greenish-blue smoke in the air outside. As far as I remember, the area where the listening room was located was not a heavily affected area of ​​smoke. It seemed to be spreading from the direction of the minefield with the wind."

Upon hearing this, the man's eyes darkened, and he immediately asked, "Are there any unusual reactions in your body right now?"

Meng Youyou unconsciously pursed her dry, cracked lips, and swallowed as if shards of glass were scraping against her throat: "They... gave me their gas masks, but I still inhaled a little bit before that."

"My throat hurts a little, and my eyes hurt a little too..." Meng Youyou said, raising her right hand to rub her eyes. "I can't see very clearly, and I'm a little dizzy and feel a bit nauseous, but overall I'm okay, nothing particularly uncomfortable."

The man listened expressionlessly, but his chest rose and fell with her intermittent words, sometimes contracting and sometimes slightly expanding, though it was barely noticeable. Huo Qingshan continued the questioning: "Why didn't you send a distress signal to command and report the enemy's coordinates in a timely manner?"

Meng Youyou gradually got into the zone and calmly replied, "They must have sent agents to infiltrate and destroy the observation post's antenna from the very beginning. I was wearing headphones at the time, and after hearing the first blast, I couldn't receive any signal in my headphones for more than two seconds."

The man nodded slightly and continued, "How long did the observation post resist for? Did you fire a signal flare?"

After careful consideration, Meng Youyou gave a relatively definite answer: "Thirteen minutes later, Squad Leader Liu fired two red signal flares."

Did you leave behind any critical equipment or data before you retreated?

"They only took the codebook; everything else was destroyed on the spot."

"The last two questions..." The man stopped abruptly, coughed lightly, and skipped the original question, simply asking, "Was the secret passage exposed? Are there any other survivors? Were any people captured?"

"The secret passage has been exposed." As the words fell, a trace of grief flashed in the girl's eyes, and her voice became even more muffled: "While Squad Leader Liu was riding the cable car, the enemy arrived at the starting point of the cable car and blew up the anchor piles on the opposite bank. Squad Leader Liu fell off the steel cable and fell to the ground."

I don't know whether there are any other survivors or prisoners.

Further down, a silence inexplicably fell over the corner where the two were facing each other for half a minute. Just as Meng Youyou was about to cast a questioning glance at the other side, the man suddenly spoke again: "Why did you come to the front line to be a translator?"

Upon hearing this, Meng Youyou raised an eyebrow and asked, "Is this also part of the questioning?"

Huo Qingshan replied without hesitation, "Yes."

“Because…” Meng Youyou drawled out the last syllable, looking as if she was thinking seriously.

Meng Youyou caught the man's action of secretly pressing the recorder button with his thumb before he spoke, and she knew he had turned off the recording.

The girl said casually, "I heard that the man I like is fighting a bloody battle on the front lines, and I wanted to be closer to him, so I came."

The man's hands, hanging at his sides, were clenched into fists, the veins on the back of his hands bulging. His eyes were dark and unfathomable. Just as he was about to say something, he heard the girl speak faster, asking him in a completely nonchalant tone, "Commander Huo, would you believe me if I said that?" She looked directly into his eyes, her gaze carrying a clear hint of mockery, a lazy smile on her lips.

Meng Youyou chuckled, shrugged, and said, "I just came because I wanted to. There was a transfer order from the department, and I happen to be a Y language major, which will come in handy here. It's that simple, there's no special reason."

Just as I wouldn't ask you why you came here, does there have to be a reason?