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

Chapter 262 Supply Line Paralyzed

When the three of them returned to the garrison cave, they learned that the biological effects team had not yet returned to their unit.

Meng Youyou sat in a corner of the cave, constantly observing the situation. Her gaze involuntarily lingered on the man's back. Over his training uniform was a camouflage suit, and she could see three irregularly shaped bloodstains on it.

The camouflage clothing had obvious tears at the waist area, caused by thick ropes.

"One group, follow me and search along the backup evacuation route. Watch out for leg wraps and bloodstains."

When Meng Youyou heard the man say that, her heart jumped – was he going on another mission?
What about the injuries on your body? Should we just leave them alone?

The voice continued: "Group Two, led by Bald Dove, will take the main retreat route, at most approaching the edge of enemy-controlled territory, focusing on finding phosphorescent buttons and lime powder signals."

Everyone remained on radio silence throughout.

"If you discover anything, observe from concealment first. No firing is allowed!" The man spoke with a firm and resolute tone, as if the large patch of blood on his back that Meng Youyou saw was just a false illusion.

Huo Qingshan suddenly turned around and instructed the communications soldier sitting in the corner: "Notify the company's rescue team to bring enough tourniquets and XXX injections, and to wait in the No. 6 concealed cave at the starting point of Longgu Road."

"Yes," the communications soldier to Meng Youyou's right replied immediately.

……

Huo Qingshan suddenly raised his hand, signaling the people behind him to stop.

In the woods, the rustling of the wind through the treetops was punctuated by a few discordant whispers; bird calls were sparse, and insect chirps were intermittent.

The man's gaze swept over the muddy ground piled with decaying leaves—typical traces left behind during the transfer of the wounded.

The combat boots had carved two parallel shallow grooves in their heels, with incomplete footprints scattered on either side of the grooves—the forefoot was deeply sunken and the heel was loose, a gait characteristic of someone carrying a heavy load and dragging someone.

He crouched down, his fingertip tracing the edge of a serrated blade of grass. It was damp, not from night dew, but from blood. Drops of blood slid down the veins, staining the soil with a barely perceptible dark hue.

The man suddenly looked up, his gaze fixed on the ten o'clock direction, and his left hand quickly signaled: "[Ten o'clock direction, there is movement in the bushes, level one alert]."

When Huo Qingshan parted the banana leaves that roughly covered the broken bushes, a strong smell of blood mixed with the dampness of decaying leaves hit him.

Chu Yao, who was crouching beside the injured person, quickly turned her head to glance over, saw who it was, and then quickly turned back to focus on the first aid work she was doing.

Wind Wolf lay on his side in the bushes, the bullet hole in the back of his camouflage suit soaked with blood that seeped into the soil. His breathing was so faint that his chest rose and fell almost imperceptibly, and a few fallen leaves clung to his pale face.

During the mission, the biological effects team was discovered by the enemy and a firefight ensued. Three scouts from the first squad were killed on the spot, and Wind Wolf was shot in the back while covering the retreat of the medic and the biological samples he was carrying.

The bandage wasn't long enough, so Chu Yao cut off the end of her belt and wrapped it tightly around Feng Lang's armpit. The strip of cloth became slippery after soaking up the blood, and she had to tie it three times to secure it.

Chu Yao suddenly spoke softly to Huo Qingshan: "Hold down his two hands."

Upon hearing this, Huo Qingshan immediately grabbed Feng Lang's wrist and pressed him to the ground. Suddenly, Chu Yao pried open his mouth and poured in the remaining half-packet of sulfanilamide powder. The unconscious body on the ground arched violently, white foam spilling from the corner of his mouth. His jaw was clenched tightly, his molars grinding together with a "crunching" sound, and a few grains of undissolved powder clung to his stubble, trembling and falling off.

"Swallow it!" Chu Yao grabbed his jawbone and thrust her thumb hard against his Adam's apple—Feng Lang suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils dilated, and veins bulged on his neck. He coughed so hard that he rolled over and crashed back to the ground, the spray of medicine creating a cloud of choking mist.

“His lungs are injured. If he coughs up blood, it will block his trachea. We need to keep him conscious.” Chu Yao wiped her face and looked at Huo Qingshan beside her again. “The injured man needs to be moved to a safe area immediately for surgery.”

Platoon Leader Huo made a decisive decision: "Go to the No. 6 concealed bunker."

The group used a makeshift stretcher to carry Fenglang to the No. 6 concealed cave. After handing the wounded over to the company's rescue team, they took a detour back to the garrison cave.

But... misfortune never comes singly. Just as the group approached the garrison cave, they heard a series of muffled, thunderous artillery explosions coming from the four o'clock direction, two kilometers away.

Based on the map stored in his mind, Huo Qingshan immediately made a judgment: that location was their main supply route connecting the reserve defensive positions, namely the Dragon Bone Road.

The area covered by this round of artillery fire completely overlapped with the route the rescue team was taking to transfer the wounded. Given their normal speed of movement while carrying the wounded, they were most likely in the area where the artillery fire was most concentrated, and they had probably already met with misfortune.

Back at the garrison, scouts from the patrol squad reported that the key trestle connecting our front-line and second-line positions had been destroyed, and several other auxiliary supply routes had been blocked by Y Army troops using tripwires and artillery fire.

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The first day of the supply disruption.

At the front lines, limited food rations were controlled and distributed, with each person receiving only a quarter of a pack of compressed biscuits per day, and each shift sharing a single pot of drinking water.

At night, Huo Qingshan led a team to scout the supply lines.

The main walkway of Dragon Bone Road was completely destroyed, with broken planks and twisted steel bars tangled together, and the basic framework was no longer visible. The engineers estimated that repairs would take at least three days—provided the Y army did not launch a second artillery barrage.

Along the mule track on the east side, every few steps you can see newly tidied mounds of earth—all of them tripwire mines. The worst part is that they are connected by vines into a network, so removing one mine will trigger an entire minefield, making mine clearance too costly.

At the entrance to the snake-belly-shaped crevice route on the west side, three heavy machine guns are mounted on high ground, their muzzles pointed at the inevitable corner. A forced breakthrough would result in unpredictable losses.

At 5:30 a.m., before dawn, Huo Qingshan returned to the garrison cave. Instead of going in directly, he bent down and crawled into a Z-shaped trench near the garrison cave.

Three hundred meters away from the forward defensive position, there is a backup observation post that will be activated immediately if the main observation post is disabled.

While most reserve outposts have a much lower field of vision than the main outposts, they are smaller, more concealed, and safer. They are also closer to the front-line defense positions and will not be isolated.

The interior of this backup observation post was extremely cramped, less than five square meters in size. The ceiling was supported by I-beams, and the walls were covered with captured waterproof tarpaulins. A Type 62 telescope was mounted on an ammunition box in the center, with the front of the telescope tube resting against the observation hole in the camouflage netting.

When Huo Qingshan went in, there were only two people in the inner room: an observer and a listener.

When Meng Youyou saw him come in, her gaze met his for a moment before naturally shifting back to her workbook.

He was the backbone of the reconnaissance platoon, with a heavy workload every day. He not only had to personally lead the team to conduct on-site reconnaissance, but after returning, the reconnaissance soldiers who had completed their missions could go back to take turns to rest for a few hours. However, he still had to come to the observation post to cross-verify multi-source intelligence and filter out false intelligence and interference information.