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

Chapter 275: Grabbing Medicine
There is no moon tonight; the sky is as dark as the bottom of a still-wet inkstone.

On the earthen slope outside the winding mountain road, some outlines are vaguely hidden in the dense shadows, and only in the gaps between the swaying grass can the shapes of a few living things be vaguely discerned.

Huo Qingshan rested his cheek against the butt of his rifle. A red ant fell from a banana leaf above his head and crawled down his collar and down his neck. The scope covered the entire S-shaped mountain road, the winding section resembling a gray-white snake meandering through the lush green of the subtropical rainforest.

Huo Qingshan keenly noticed that the buzzing vibration in the earpiece had changed tone and was getting stronger. The man's brow furrowed, and he immediately removed the ear-hook stethoscope, instead inserting the receiver into his right ear. At the same time, he gestured to the people beside him, and a squad of soldiers on the slope instantly went into battle mode.

The patrol and reconnaissance team sent out during the day discovered that this mountain road, which had been abandoned by the enemy for a long time, showed signs of recent repairs.

Although we have not intercepted any enemy logistical supply plans recently, and the Y Army's main supply route is right under our noses, it has been very quiet these past few days, with no supply vehicles passing through.

However, a little perspective reveals that the continuous small-scale skirmishes over the past few days have taken a toll on both sides. Given the severe shortage of medicine at our front lines, the enemy's situation is probably no better.

Moreover, just by looking at the Y Army's desperate actions when they looted supplies last night, one can tell that their situation is not optimistic.

After considering various factors, Huo Qingshan, after conducting an on-site investigation, decided to lead his team here to wait and try their luck.

As the seconds ticked by, two beams of light suddenly shot out from the shadows of the mountain wall at the first bend at the end of this S-shaped mountain road, sweeping diagonally across the opposite rock face.

The faint sound of the engine, after being silenced, rolled out in the wind, and the outline of the front of the car slid into Huo Qingshan's sights.

The sniper rifle's tripod was deeply embedded in the ground. Huo Qingshan pressed the tip of his tongue against his palate and slowly moved the crosshairs to the fuel tank of the first vehicle.

Following its advance, the man made subtle adjustments to his position, keeping the distance between the vehicles roughly tens of meters. He waited quietly for the last vehicle to fully enter the sniper's field of vision.

When the first gunshot, carried by the mountain wind, rang out, the fuel tank cap of the first vehicle was destroyed on the spot.

Huo Qingshan's second shot almost immediately followed the echo of the first.

"boom--!"

The driver's window of the lead car shattered, spraying blood and mist, and the figure behind the steering wheel jerked violently to the side.

The demolition team, hidden in a drainage ditch on the other side of the mountain road, had been waiting for a long time. In the half-second interval after the first shot, they decisively lit the fuse. A wall of fire suddenly exploded in the middle of the road in the middle of the convoy, and the three Y Army trucks were forcibly separated.

"Assault team, move out!" Huo Qingshan ordered.

Huo Qingshan's thin callus rubbed against the cool metal, his left arm muscles contracted slightly, and the gun body turned slightly with the force. The crosshairs in the sniper scope moved silently, the crosshairs moved backward, swept past the middle car, and successfully locked onto the cab of the third truck.

A figure wearing a green-painted military officer's cap sat in the passenger seat, leaning forward, his right hand gripping the radio microphone and shouting, while his left hand groped for something under the dashboard.

"boom!"

The officer's green hat suddenly flew backward, and his body was pinned to the seat by the impact.

In Huo Qingshan's blind spot, a hand hanging below the dashboard had its middle finger hooked on a red ring that had been pulled open, revealing a steel cable several centimeters long.

"laugh--""

The chassis of the three trucks moved forward from back to front, each spitting out blue-green flames that spread like venom along the cables underneath the trucks.

"Fire Dragon Jar!" Huo Qingshan squeezed out three words through gritted teeth, and an eerie firelight was reflected in the sniper scope.

Just then, the voice of Zhou Chong, the leader of the assault team, came through the receiver: "Mountain Eagle! Mountain Eagle! Our team has spotted ten to thirteen scattered enemy soldiers on the left flank. They are retreating along the No. 2 ridge line. They are all carrying light weapons and are moving at a relatively fast speed. There are signs of light heavy firepower!"
All three enemy supply vehicles were equipped with delayed combustion devices. Preliminary judgment indicates that the fire was initiated by the central control unit on the last vehicle, causing a chain reaction. Currently, all three vehicles are still in the smoldering stage, with the last vehicle having the largest fire, and the surface temperature of the burning area reaching 200°C.

"Our team has currently secured the middle section of the convoy and is clearing out the remaining enemy forces. The left flank is under-defended. Requesting further instructions." "Mountain Eagle received. The assault team will abandon pursuit and concentrate its efforts on clearing out the remaining enemy forces in the convoy. Quickly organize a perimeter, and after confirming the safety of the vehicles and surrounding area, proceed at full speed to salvage the supplies inside the vehicles, prioritizing the transport of medical supplies!"

"Assault team received."

……

The heat distorted the air, and the three trucks burned into giant torches on the highway. Blue-green flames continued to leap from under the trucks, licking the metal frames and baking the paint until it curled and peeled off.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of burning rubber mixed with the acrid smell of unburnt diesel. With each breath, it felt like a handful of roasted sand was rolling down my throat, burning painfully.

The once lush green grass by the roadside is now withered and curled up. The patch closest to the road has turned completely charred black, with the edges of the blades curled up. The grass a little further away is turning yellow at a visible speed, with tiny flames even flickering and crackling at the tips.

The fire spread rapidly across the truck, and the perceived temperature soared. Zhou Chong crouched down and crawled into the truck's cargo bed. The thick smoke choked him, making his eyes and nose water, but he still clung tightly to the metal box bearing the Red Cross emblem. Sweat dripped onto the cargo bed floor, immediately hissing as it dissipated.

"Here you go!" He handed the box to his comrade waiting at the back of the truck, then turned and disappeared back into the thick smoke. The temperature inside the cargo compartment was terrifying; Zhou Chong felt his training uniform was almost scorching. The high temperature and thick smoke made it difficult for him to even open his eyes. He groped his way to the next refrigerated box and was about to drag it out when he suddenly heard an ominous cracking sound from above.

Looking up, he saw a bundle of steel pipes on the shelf deforming under the high temperature, about to crash down. Zhou Chong instinctively tried to dodge to the side, but the heavy refrigerated box in his arms slowed him down.

"careful!"

A figure rushed over with lightning speed and kicked away the steel pipe that was about to hit him on the shoulder and back. The steel pipe fell to the floor of the carriage with a deafening crash.

Zhou Chong's eyes widened. "Platoon Leader Huo, why are you down here too?"

Huo Qingshan didn't answer. He snatched the box from the man's hand, grabbed his arm, and tried to rush out: "Hurry! The roof can't hold up anymore, it's about to collapse!"

The two men leaped out of the truck bed in perfect unison, a metallic groan echoing behind them. Zhou Chong glanced back; the cargo bed of the third truck was slowly collapsing in the intense heat.

Just then, someone ran over from a distance, and Huo Qingshan handed the refrigerated box to the young soldier, then quickly ran towards the two vehicles in front.

Zhou Chong followed a short distance behind the man, running and reporting at a rapid pace: "Platoon Leader Huo, the two vehicles ahead are almost at their limit. All three vehicles are carrying medical supplies. The vehicle that just collapsed mainly carried refrigerated blood products, the second vehicle mainly carried painkillers and sedatives, and the first vehicle mainly carried hemostatic and anti-infective drugs."

After saying the last sentence, Zhou Chong clearly felt that their platoon leader seemed to have suddenly gained the wind, and suddenly took off running forward, heading straight towards the first vehicle.

Huo Qingshan rushed to the back of the train, where several soldiers were standing guard, hesitating as they watched the carriages engulfed in flames. They looked at each other in bewilderment. Even from two or three meters away, the scorching heat was unbearable, making it impossible to approach any closer.

This situation is clearly not suitable for taking the risk of going in.

Without any protective measures, and going in empty-handed, everyone present knew that it was hard to say whether they would survive and manage to carry out even two more boxes.

As Huo Qingshan approached, everyone's eyes turned to him, unsure whether to advance or retreat. Their fate rested entirely on his command. Military orders were absolute; even if the path ahead was fraught with peril, if the collective consensus deemed it necessary, they would charge forward, regardless of the cost.

Huo Qingshan arrived at the cargo compartment, glanced at it briefly, and then ordered in a deep voice: "Everyone, take the existing supplies and retreat to the safe area as quickly as possible!"

After saying this, the man made a move to rush into the cargo compartment, but Zhou Chong, who arrived just in time, stopped him: "Platoon Leader Huo, this truck can't go any further. The supporting frame of the truck is on the verge of collapse, and the temperature inside the compartment has exceeded 400°C. This truck could explode at any moment!"

Huo Qingshan forcefully pulled his hand away and shoved Zhou Chong aside, shouting, "Hurry up, listen to orders, take the men and retreat!"

The man's voice faded into the dry air, and Huo Qingshan was no longer visible outside the car.

Zhou Chong was forcefully shoved and staggered half a step backward. When he regained his balance, he saw that the figures that had been standing outside the car had all started to move. Some followed the backs of those in front and rushed back into the sea of ​​fire, while others stood at the back of the car, their eyes wide open, ready to provide backup.