A generation of soldiers begins with Feng Yuxiu traveling through time and space with Xu Sanduo

Another three months later.

The military region's annual combat exercise is about to begin!

In a secluded upscale resort, luxury cars with civilian license plates drove in one after another.

Bodyguards in suits and sunglasses were everywhere, each one burly and well-trained.

The rooftop was even more outrageous, with snipers and spotters dressed in sportswear, their Type 88 sniper rifles pointed in all directions.

This isn't a resort; it's clearly a high-profile secret meeting place!

The national flag fluttered at the entrance of Villa No. 1, and more than twenty bodyguards stood ramrod straight around it, not even breaking a sweat.

In the conference room, a group of middle-aged men in suits were either sitting or standing, chatting in hushed tones.

Suddenly, the bodyguard at the door shouted, "Stand up!"

The group of middle-aged men immediately stood up straight, their eyes all turning to look over.

The old man walked to the head of the table, looked at the group of people in suits in front of him, and waved his hand with a wry smile: "None of you are wearing military uniforms, so forget about saluting. Sit down! Is everyone here? Let's start the meeting!"

Everyone sat neatly in their seats.

The old man sat down, while the bespectacled man behind him remained standing ramrod straight.

The bodyguards moved with lightning speed, drawing all the curtains in an instant and turning to leave, each movement displaying the efficiency of soldiers.

The old man's eyes sharpened as he swept over everyone: "Now, the first operational meeting of the Blue Army Command during the Spring Thunder Exercise is officially underway!"

He looked at the group of middle-aged men with shining eyes and sighed again, "Why did we choose this place? It's because the Wolf Fang Special Forces are too good at digging! When they were the Red Army, they worked like crazy to extract intelligence from the Blue Army."

They switched to the Blue Team and relentlessly investigated the Red Team's secrets!
This really pushed me to the limit. I went all out, organizing this meeting that felt like a secret rendezvous between spies!

The middle-aged men all looked embarrassed and ashamed.

"I also transferred a unit from the Northwest Theater Command."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged men all looked up and turned to look at the tall, thin middle-aged man beside them.

The old man gestured with his chin at him: "You tell us yourself!"

The thin, middle-aged man stepped forward, his voice booming: "Lei Keming, Colonel of the Black Tiger Special Forces Brigade of the Northwest Theater Command of the Chinese People's Liberation Army!"

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Warehouse 026.

Lei Keming's photo was displayed on the projector.

Feng Yuxiu looked at the familiar face and fell silent.

During the Battle of Crescent Island, Reckmin demonstrated his iron will and decisiveness.

One man single-handedly took down the enemy's warship and neutralized the bombs.

This kind of person has an extremely terrifying ability to execute. Feng Yuxiu knew from just a brief meeting that this was a ruthless person no less than himself.

He is an absolute ruthless person who has participated in real wars. He is ruthless to himself and even more ruthless to others.

He Zhijun began to introduce Lei Keming's information, and Feng Yuxiu listened attentively.

"In this exercise, the Blue Army commander specifically transferred him and his Black Tiger Special Forces to us, preparing to use special forces to deal with us."

"About him..."

He Zhijun's thoughts began to drift, "He was a cultural soldier from the very beginning, a... romantic cultural soldier..."

"For his company... he charged into enemy territory alone, annihilating 32 enemy soldiers, blowing up an armory, and bringing back the heads of fallen soldiers... By the end of the war, he was already the deputy chief of staff... He was a true war hero... a formidable man, and the only one to receive the Special Merit Award..."

When he said his last words, He Zhijun glanced at Feng Yuxiu.

Both of them are extremely terrifying people.

“In the past, our win rate against them was one to one, but now…”

He Zhijun stood in front of Feng Yuxiu.

The high school team leader seemed to have thought of something, and a complex emotion appeared on his face.

"You all know this guy, right? But I'm telling you now... your captain has also been awarded special merit, and he has personally killed eighty or ninety of them."

Since Feng Yuxiu joined the army, plus the pirates from Crescent Island, the total number is eighty-nine.

In an instant, Chen Guotao and his colleagues were filled with horror.

All they knew was that this captain would definitely rise through the ranks after becoming a company commander in the meritorious regiment.

I never imagined his achievements would be so astonishing.

He Zhijun continued, "Having served in the special forces of three major military regions and risen from soldier to major in just six years, his experience is truly unprecedented and unparalleled."

He Zhijun is right. Feng Yuxiu's experience is unprecedented since the founding of the People's Republic of China.

He brought ancient martial arts with him when he joined the army, and six years of blood and killing intent forged his achievements today.

This was during peacetime; if he had been thrown into the war against Japan, he would have been promoted very quickly.

There were many leaders in their twenties during the War of Resistance against Japan.

"Our top priority is the decapitation strike, and I believe you can give me that answer."

He Zhijun looked at Feng Yuxiu and said, "In every exercise you've participated in, the success rate of decapitation strikes was 100%."

Feng Yuxiu looked up. "Yes. But I need you to clear a path for me. As long as I get close, I can successfully behead him."

This is why his personal abilities attracted the attention of the military leadership.

A 100% success rate in decapitation strikes—what else could this be but a weapon of war?
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Villa No. 1 was brightly lit, with bodyguards pacing back and forth outside.

In the conference room, the leaders gathered around the map and called out the entry plan. The old man listened intently with narrowed eyes, while Lei Keming sat beside him with a sullen face as if he had nothing to do.

Outside the villa, in the artificial lake, a diving head suddenly popped up, waved, and a string of frogmen emerged like water ghosts, then dived back down, leaving the lake surface still and undisturbed.

The rooftop sniper team was lying in wait when two men in black crept up like ghosts. They applied an ether-soaked towel to their wounds, and the two men went limp on the spot.

In the parking lot, a bodyguard patrolled with a gun at the ready. Suddenly, a man in black jumped out from behind him, covering his face with a towel.

Just as the other bodyguard was about to shout, a tranquilizer dart hit him, and he was quietly dragged away.

A group of men in black rushed in, used tools to pry open the car doors and hood, planted the bomb, and disappeared into the night without leaving a trace.

After the meeting, the generals said goodbye and got into their cars.

Lei Keming stared at them, his eyes filled with a sinister light.

As soon as the convoy started moving, the sniper on the rooftop shouted, "Everyone's in the cars! Only No. 1 and No. 202 haven't moved! Any orders from A1?"

"Location confirmed!"

The observer saw that the old man was about to get into the car when Lei Keming suddenly stopped him: "Commander, wait a moment."

"What?"

"The decapitation operation has begun," Rekmin said casually, as if he were talking nonsense.

The old man froze on the spot.

The observer shouted, "Number 1 and Number 202 are not on the vehicle!"

"Detonate!"

The hoods of the convoy trucks were emitting yellow smoke, like they were boiling over.

The guards erupted in panic: "Protect the leader!"

Guns were drawn and drawn, creating chaos.

The old man stared wide-eyed as Lei Keming shouted into the walkie-talkie, "Operation complete! Cobra Squad, come out!"

"Crash!"

More than a dozen masked men in black, wearing night vision goggles and carrying guns, sprang out from the bushes and rooftops, their presence intimidating.

"Your people?" the old man asked, his voice flaring with anger.

"Yes."

What's going on?

"Make them understand special operations."

"And let me understand too?"

"Don't dare."

"Sir, I'm sorry, this is the only way I can remind the Blue Army."

The old man roared, "You saw it all? Remember this! Over 100,000 troops, more than 20 commanders, and less than a platoon of special forces wiped out your stronghold! Still dare to be careless? Still dare to complain?"

The leaders hung their heads, and no one uttered a sound.

"Go back and reflect on your actions! You good-for-nothings! Disband!"

The leaders slunk away.

The old man turned and yelled at the officer, "Dismiss him on the spot! You can't even handle this little thing, what's the point of keeping you around!"

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On the rugged mountain road, three white Land Cruisers covered in mud sped along, their rooftop lights flashing.

The police passes affixed to the car windows were gleaming, bearing the words "Provincial Criminal Investigation Corps Fugitive Apprehension Detachment," and they frequently passed by convoys of military vehicles displaying blue flags.

Suddenly, a checkpoint appeared ahead, and the sentry waved a red flag vigorously: "Halt! Pull over!"

The convoy slowed down and came to a stop. A sentry carrying a gun walked over and peered into the vehicle: "What are you doing? This vehicle looks like it was just pulled out of a mud pit."

Geng Jihui sat in the driver's seat, with Chen Guotao next to him. Both of them were dressed in civilian clothes with tactical vests, black masks rolled up to their foreheads, and their police badges were prominently displayed.

Geng Jihui lowered the car window, and the sentry squinted at him: "Police? There's a military operation going on here, all the cars need to be checked."

Geng Jihui, wearing gloves, handed over the police ID, his tone icy: "Look for yourself."

The sentry opened the document and saw Geng Jihui's police uniform photo neatly displayed, with his name and rank clearly written on it. He quickly handed it back.

Geng Jihui raised an eyebrow: "What are you guys up to?"

"Major military operation, officer." The sentry straightened his chest.

Geng Jihui scoffed, "Another drill, huh? Hurry up and move the roadblocks, we have an urgent matter!"

"No, we have to check everyone and every vehicle. That's the rule."

The sentry reached out to open the car door.

Chen Guotao jumped down and said, "Don't move! Can you handle it if something really happens?"

This caused an uproar. All the other sentries surrounded him, and their automatic rifles were all pointed at Chen Guotao.

The B team members in the car didn't hesitate either; they jumped out one by one, guns raised, with the muzzles pointing at each other.

The old gunman stood opposite an old soldier, face to face, gun to gun, neither giving an inch.

The veteran blinked and said, "Hey? You look so familiar!"

The old man curled his lip: "What? You were arrested by the police before for committing a crime?"

"You were arrested before!" The veteran blushed.

"Tell your men to clear the way!" Geng Jihui's eyes were as cold as ice.

A captain came running over, panting: "What's going on? What's all the noise about?"

Geng Jihui lit a cigarette and slowly got out of the car: "Your men are blocking me from carrying out my urgent official duties."

The captain leaned closer: "What exactly are you doing?"

Geng Jihui exhaled a smoke ring. "I'm holding an important prisoner here. Can you take responsibility if something goes wrong?"

The captain took the police ID and examined it for a long time: "Officer, we also have orders! We have to check all passing people and vehicles. Soldiers are duty-bound to obey orders! And you can't point a gun at my men!"

"Then let's give it a try!" Geng Jihui raised an eyebrow.

The captain was puzzled: "We're all on the same side, the military and police are one family, how could we possibly make things difficult for you?"

"Okay, come here, I want to whisper something to you."

The captain leaned closer, and Geng Jihui lowered his voice: "Do you know Ben?"

The captain's eyes widened: "Are you kidding me?"

Geng Jihui nodded: "I'll give you a special privilege: go take a look by yourself."

The two walked to the second car, and Geng Jihui knocked on the window: "Let him take a look."

The car window slowly rolled down, revealing the coyote's expressionless face. Between him and the motor sat a hooded man.

The coyote ripped off the hood, revealing himself to be "this LD"!
The captain was so frightened that he took half a step back, and the car window was closed again.

His voice trembled: "Let...let them through! Make way! Nobody is allowed to tell anyone."

The troops immediately dispersed, and Geng Jihui gave Chen Guotao a wink: "Let's go!"

The convoy sped past the checkpoint and disappeared at the end of the mountain road.

The veteran scratched his head and muttered, "I feel like I've seen that person somewhere before..."

The captain snapped, "Who have you seen? I haven't seen anything! Do you hear me? Nobody's allowed to speculate!"

The soldiers quickly shut their mouths.

The three Land Cruisers bumped and jolted as they drove into a muddy mountain hollow and came to a stop one after another.

"This tactic can only be used once! He'll realize it sooner or later; we can't keep going like this!"

The high-ranking officer ordered, "Break up into smaller units. Special forces soldiers need to use their brains in battle, not just wait for orders! Understand?"

"Understood!" the team members shouted in unison.

"action!"

At the checkpoint, the sentries were still checking each vehicle one by one. The captain sat in the jeep, lost in thought: "We were originally inland China? Why did we go all the way to the southeast coast? This is too reckless!"

His eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had remembered something.

The veteran ran over: "Company commander! Company commander! I remember now!"

He lowered his voice, "I really did see some of those policemen from earlier!"

The captain looked up: "Who is it?"

"That's the guy who went gunfight with me! Four years ago, during the army group's reconnaissance competition, our company was responsible for support. I was just a raw recruit back then!"

The veteran spoke with great excitement, “That man’s name is Zheng Sanpao, nicknamed Laopao. He’s from the Night Tiger Reconnaissance Company of the 323rd Regiment of the 217th Division. There’s no mistake!”

He almost got into a fight with us over something related to security; he has a terrible temper!
A top-notch reconnaissance soldier like him would definitely have been assigned to the Wolf Fang Special Forces Brigade of the military region long ago!

"Oh no! We've fallen into a trap!"

The captain quickly picked up the radio and called out, "Blue Arrow, Blue Arrow, this is Blue Arrow B! An hour ago, a special forces unit infiltrated my defense zone!"
They drove off in three white Land Cruisers, posing as plainclothes police officers from the Provincial Criminal Investigation Department's Fugitive Apprehension Division, and have already gotten far away! Over!

The radio crackled to life: "Blue Arrow B, say that again? Didn't you check their vehicles? They must have been carrying a lot of ammunition and supplies behind enemy lines, how could you let them through? Over!"

The captain said with a mournful face, "They said... they caught Ben..."

"My mom is coming..."

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Inside the command tent of the Blue Army special forces, an old gramophone was turning on and on.

Colonel Lei Keming, dressed in a camouflage uniform for the Northwest desert, held a palette in his hand and a paintbrush in his right, smearing paint across the canvas.

The chief of staff tiptoed to the tent entrance, tugging at the curtain, too afraid to go inside.

Lei Keming didn't even lift his eyelids, and said in a flat voice, "Come in."

The chief of staff quickly stepped into the room and gently placed the report next to his face.

Lei Keming glanced at it, paused for a moment, and then laughed out loud: "A provincial criminal investigation team's fugitive pursuit squad wants to catch Ben? Well done, they have quite the imagination! I like it, this squad is quite good at making people laugh."

The chief of staff said with a bitter face, "They're challenging us! They know we've been fighting terrorist organizations in the Northwest for so many years, this is clearly mocking us."

Lei Keming smiled, his paintbrush still in his hand, as he continued to ponder the oil painting: "So what if they laugh? It's no big deal."

He stared at the canvas for a moment, nodded with satisfaction, a smile playing on his lips. "Pass on my orders: Cobra Squad, move out!"

"Yes!"

The chief of staff was taken aback for a moment, then quickly replied, "But didn't you just say that we should just let them laugh at us?"

"If you slap me, I'll punch you back. That's just child's play, it's boring."

Lei Keming turned to look at the chief of staff, his eyes flashing with malice. "If we're really going to get things done, you'd have to dare slap me, and I'll twist your head off! Tell me, would he still be able to laugh then?"

The chief of staff looked at him and quickly straightened his back: "Yes, I understand!"

"I don't understand anything," Lei Keming added slowly.

"what?"

The chief of staff was taken aback for a moment, then realized what he meant and quickly replied loudly, "Report! I understand completely!"

"That's pretty much it."

Lei Keming withdrew his gaze and continued drawing, his tone icy, "Let me add one more thing: if anyone dares to mess with me or try to take my head, I'll chop their head off and use it as a football!"

That way, no one will dare to touch my head.

Why? Because anyone who even dared to have that thought would have already lost their head!

"Also, pay special attention to one person among this group of special forces..."

Lei Keming tossed a photo to the chief of staff; it showed Feng Yuxiu.

"he?"

"Watch out for this kid. Back in the day, I was able to go deep behind enemy lines alone and behead the enemy chief... I originally thought there were no ruthless people like him in this era. But this kid is even more ruthless than me. I'm very well prepared for this exercise. The only thing that could cause a mishap is this kid."

"We can't gamble. This kid's file shows a 100% success rate in beheadings. He's our biggest enemy."

"Huh?" The chief of staff was shocked.

Lei Keming put down his paintbrush with a hint of disappointment. "I went to several military regions back then, just to get this kid... but they wouldn't give him to me... I liked this kid so much..." (End of Chapter)