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

Chapter 257 Be cautious
Looking up, the limestone cliff in front of you looks like a section cleaved by a giant axe, with a near-vertical slope and weathered jagged protrusions covering the cliff face where the altitude suddenly rises by two hundred meters.

The observation post, a cluster of tin-roofed houses that had been bombed to pieces the night before, was abruptly embedded in a natural recess dozens of meters from the top of the cliff. The exposed parts had been completely destroyed, while the parts hidden inside still retained a relatively intact main structure.

Huo Qingshan put down his binoculars. In the darkness of the night, his dark eyes were as deep as a pool, and his brows were furrowed, as if he were deep in thought.

In just one night, the Y Army quickly modified the existing defensive fortifications, and two new reverse firing positions blocked the traditional climbing route.

The most deadly thing is that the half-remaining pine tree on the western side of the cliff top is now hiding their sniper observation post.

As the night wind swept through the cracks in the rocks, the empty can shell alarms that the Y Army had set up on the cliff face emitted a faint tinkling sound, the sound traveling three times farther along the rock face than on flat ground. Moreover, the higher up, closer to the top of the cliff, the denser the alarm devices became.

A few seconds later, Huo Qingshan put away his binoculars and slowly crawled to the right for more than ten meters. When he raised his binoculars again, the observation angle had obviously expanded to the side.

Meng Youyou lay prone in the bushes a few meters behind the man, her eyes fixed on his back—the man was exposed in an open area at the bottom of the cliff, wearing a dark gray camouflage suit with white spots, which blended almost into the surrounding rock walls under the cover of night.

When she was younger, she loved reading romance novels. The books said that men were most charming when they were serious about doing things, and appreciating them at that moment was an extremely enjoyable thing.

But Meng Youyou didn't think so at all at that moment.

It has nothing to do with being charming, let alone being enjoyable.

She felt as if his every move had tightly bound her heart together, making her feel intimately connected with him. She seemed to have lost control over her heartbeat and breathing, and every nerve branch was guided by him. She had completely lost her independent consciousness and was truly "out of control."

She had only a superficial understanding of reconnaissance work, and was even less familiar with the criteria for selecting climbing routes. She could only judge the progress of the mission and the level of crisis by relying on his immediate actions and the alertness of the vulture beside him.

Romance novels often depict impoverished girls from humble backgrounds who, by chance, end up dining at a Michelin-starred restaurant. Among those present are the male protagonist, a young master from a wealthy family, his childhood sweetheart, the second female lead, who is a perfect match for him, and several rich young ladies who support the second female lead and the male protagonist as a match made in heaven. They are invariably arrogant and mean-spirited.

The female protagonists in the book are mostly sensitive and stubborn. In her past experiences, no one taught her how to order Western food, how to use the cutlery on the table, or that soft napkins should be laid flat on her lap.
The water in the exquisitely crafted porcelain bowl, with mint leaves floating on the surface, isn't for drinking? Is it for washing hands?

High-quality red wine tastes even better after being poured into a glass and allowed to decan for a period of time.

Oh, don't slack off beforehand. Pay attention to how you hold the cup. Be careful not to make the same mistake you made in the previous step.

The female protagonist could only carefully observe the actions of the people around her, the more detailed the better, and then imitate their dining postures, which were perhaps elegant or pretentious, so as not to embarrass herself.

Meng Youyou has been a rebellious girl since she was a child. Whenever she sees such clichéd scenes, she will secretly complain in her heart. If it were her, she would definitely call the waiter on the spot, bring her a pair of chopsticks, and seriously tell the waiter that her steak must be well-done and not mixed up, because she is not used to eating raw meat.

If others notice that I don't know French dining etiquette, will I lose a piece of meat?
will not.

Perhaps because she grew up surrounded by love and had ample material security, Meng Youyou developed a fearless personality—as if she was born without the ability to empathize with emotions like "being cautious" and lacked a genuine understanding of the behavior of "reading between the lines." The frustrating experience of being "obsessed with what others say and do" was simply incompatible with her.

However, Meng Youyou, who was now lying in the bushes, dared not be careless in the slightest. She was extremely cautious, as she could not afford the consequences.

If she were to make even the slightest misstep, the loss would be far more than just a piece of flesh. At this moment, every seemingly insignificant action of hers was tied to the lives of everyone in the reconnaissance team. The mission they shared was a powerful tool for breaking the deadlock, yet it was also so heavy that it made the armored warriors tremble with fear at every step.

She cannot hold anyone back, nor can she afford to make any mistakes.

Her eyes were fixed on him, watching for any subtle change in his movements, her thoughts following his every move—was something wrong? Why did he change locations? How far along is he? Why hasn't he come back yet?
Their ears perked up sensitively, wishing they could have eyes that could see a thousand miles and ears that could hear the wind, for fear of missing the slightest sign of movement around them, and even more afraid of suddenly hearing the sound of bullets whizzing through the air.

My heart was pounding with anxiety, and at the same time, I kept reviewing the reconnaissance sign language I had learned during pre-battle training.

Huo Qingshan's binoculars suddenly focused on a large, protruding rock on the cliff face.

Through the eyepiece, an erosion gully, carved out by mountain torrents during the rainy season, meanders up from the bottom of the cliff, forking into a "Y" shape at an altitude of 150 meters. At the end of the left branch, a suspended rock about half the size of a truck protrudes like an eave, casting a heavy shadow under the pale moonlight.

Before the eyepiece, the man's dark eyes narrowed cautiously. He shifted the focus to the sniper post, slowly closed his left eye, pressed his right eye against the rubber eyecup of the binoculars, and gently twirled the focus ring with his index finger. When the canopy of the pine tree where the sniper post was located filled the mil-dot reticle in the center of the eyepiece, he suddenly gave a thumbs up.

Then, the man turned halfway around, precisely locked onto the direction of the shelter where the vulture was located, and made a hand gesture in the air—three o'clock direction, left branch of the erosion gully, prioritize fixing the D-ring.

Before Meng Youyou could even make out his hand movements, a lean figure darted out of the shadows and nimbly clung to the rock wall like a gecko.

The bald dove moved nimbly, using the dense rock crevices and protrusions on the cliff face as his footholds. He embedded rock nails into the cliff face, secured the nylon rope, and finally threw the rope down, completing the entire action in one smooth motion.

Meng Youyou, carrying a radio bag, was sandwiched between two people, one in front and one behind, and was being dragged down the cliff by one elbow. Huo Qingshan was half a meter in front of her. The man's figure stopped at the position where a rope was hanging down from above. He gripped the main rope with both hands and pulled it down with all his might.

After confirming that everything was alright, Huo Qingshan turned around and saw a small section of the girl's fair neck. Meng Youyou was lying on the ground with her body pressed against the rock wall. Her disguise was very standard. Her chin was tucked in and her head was buried deep in her collar like an ostrich. It was rare to see her so obedient.

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Oh, I forgot to mention, I changed some details earlier. For example, the force stationed below the observation post isn't a reinforced regiment, but about half a battalion. The main force (the main force of the reinforced regiment) should still be mainly in the reserve defensive positions. My initial settings weren't quite normal, so I revised them after reviewing them.

Also, although I have indeed consulted a lot of information, I have not personally experienced it. If any professional finds any errors or omissions in the article, please feel free to point them out!