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

On the mountain path, Xia Lan wore a straw hat, the basket on her back weighing down her shoulders as she hurried into the depths of the forest, the bamboo strips on the edge of her hat swaying gently in the wind.

On the hilltop, Deng Zhenhua, wrapped in a ghillie suit, lay prone in the bushes, his body covered in grass blades, blending in with the surrounding vegetation.

Suddenly, Shi Dafan's voice came through the headset, deliberately lowered: "Watch out, the butterfly is flying over. Over."

Deng Zhenhua quickly pressed his eye to the scope and said crisply, "Big bad wolf, got it! I'm keeping a close watch here, all done."

In a clearing in the mountains, a man with a Type 56 assault rifle slung over his shoulder was looking around anxiously, his feet pacing back and forth.

Xia Lan strode over, took off her straw hat to reveal a forehead covered in sweat, and asked in a crisp voice, "Why did you call me here in such a hurry? What information do you have?"

The man immediately went to meet them, his voice extremely low, and he couldn't help but glance around: "Something's wrong! They're going to retaliate!"

"When?" Xia Lan frowned.

"Tonight!" The man's voice trembled.

"how many people?"

"Number 230-something!"

Xia Lan was stunned, her eyes widening slightly: "So many? Where did they get so many people?"

"Several factions of armed groups have come together, intending to massacre the village! They said that if they fail to take it this time, other villages will definitely follow suit, so this time they must teach them a harsh lesson!" The man was so anxious that he gripped the butt of his gun tightly.

Xia Lan composed herself and nodded, saying, "Your intelligence came at just the right time. Thank you."

"Also... you should retreat quickly, Staff Officer Xia." The man suddenly lowered his voice, his eyes filled with a complicated expression.

"What's wrong? What happened?" Xia Lan sensed something was amiss.

“They know you’re here, and they all think you’re the one organizing the rebellion. If you get caught… you know their methods, even death will be a luxury.”

What else do they know?

“I don’t know about that, but you really have to be careful! They’ve raised their price now, one million! To buy your head!” The man looked at Xia Lan, nodded heavily, his tone revealing a hint of reluctance, but also some other thoughts.

Xia Lan didn't waste any more words and turned to leave.

But after taking only two steps, I heard a cracking sound behind me.

She paused, slowly coming to a stop, her back ramrod straight, her voice flat: "What do you want?"

The man's voice was filled with obvious guilt, and a struggle stemming from being blinded by money: "Officer Xia... one million... I couldn't earn that much in several lifetimes... I... I had no choice..."

Xia Lan glanced back at him, her eyes filled with disappointment and a hint of regret: "Considering you've worked for me for several years, put down your gun and find somewhere to escape. Don't jump into a fire pit."

“I know you’re a great shot, but today… today I have no choice but to shoot you from behind!” The man gritted his teeth, gripping the gun tighter, his arm trembling slightly.

Xia Lan gave a helpless bitter smile and shook her head: "She brought this on herself, she has no one else to blame!"

With a determined look, the man raised his submachine gun and aimed it at Xia Lan's back.

At this critical moment, Deng Zhenhua on the hilltop turned cold and his finger suddenly pulled the trigger.

The Type 88 sniper rifle, equipped with a long-barreled silencer, made almost no sound as a bullet accurately struck the man between the eyebrows.

The man froze, his eyes widened, and he slowly fell backward, dropping his submachine gun to the ground.

Deng Zhenhua said in a deep voice into his headset, "All done! Get out of there immediately. I'll continue monitoring from here. Over."

Xia Lan turned around, looked at the corpse on the ground, and sighed softly.

She bent down, picked up the Type 56 assault rifle, checked the magazine, and quickly turned and left.

In the woods not far away, Shi Dafan was waving to her. Xia Lan quickly disappeared into the forest, and the two walked side by side into the depths of the woods, their steps fast and steady.

Not long after, Deng Zhenhua, carrying a sniper rifle, quickly caught up and ran to Xia Lan's side, looking her up and down. "Are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?" Xia Lan patted the grass clippings off her clothes and smiled. "I'm fine, perfectly fine."

"This time we're here to protect you, but what about before? When you carried out these kinds of missions before, you always came alone?" Deng Zhenhua's voice was getting a little anxious.

"Yes, I used to do it myself, I'm used to it." Xia Lan said casually, as if she were talking about what she had eaten that day.

Deng Zhenhua was stunned on the spot, his eyes wide open, staring at Xia Lan for a long time without saying a word.

Xia Lan looked at him and couldn't help but laugh, "It's really okay, I'm used to it, I've always been like this."

Deng Zhenhua gripped the sniper rifle tightly, following behind her. The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt. He couldn't help but speak, his tone tinged with agitation and confusion: "Are there no men in the village? Is this kind of dangerous work something you have to do? Is there... is there no one who can replace you?"

Xia Lan stopped and turned to look at him, her eyes becoming serious and her tone becoming more serious: "This is my job, it's what I should do."

Deng Zhenhua stopped and looked at her. "So what about the future? Will you continue doing this kind of work?"

Xia Lan was taken aback by his question and looked at him with surprise: "Otherwise what? What else can I do if I don't do this?"

After saying that, she turned around and continued walking forward without stopping.

Deng Zhenhua stood there, watching her back, feeling a tightness in his chest, unable to recover for a long time.

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Inside the village, Feng Yuxiu, Geng Jihui, and Chen Guotao stared at the map on the table.

“Since they won’t leave, we’ll just have to lure the enemy here… This is a narrow, winding path. If we let the civilians take refuge on it, with just two people using heavy firepower, they can cut down from top to bottom. No matter how many caravans we have, they won’t be able to get up here. This is a natural stronghold.” Geng Jihui analyzed, pointing to the map.

As a top student from the command academy, his professional competence is superior to that of Feng Yuxiu.

Therefore, this war was only authorized to him by Feng Yuxiu.

“Now we don’t know how many people there are. If it’s thirty or forty, it’s easy to handle. But if it’s seventy or eighty, we’ll need to focus our efforts,” Chen Guotao said, putting down the electronic GPS in his hand.

During the conversation, Deng Zhenhua and his group rushed over.

"Captain, they're about to launch an attack."

Feng Yuxiu raised his head.

Xia Lan quickly chimed in, "There are about 230 people. I don't know their weapons, but they usually have submachine guns and some grenade launchers or something."

"Where are our supplies?" Feng Yuxiu asked.

Geng Jihui quickly replied, "Immediately, helicopter transport in one hour."

Thinking of the strategic materials Feng Yuxiu wanted, Geng Jihui couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine. He wondered who this captain was, that the higher-ups had actually agreed to everything.

"That's fine."

Feng Yuxiu turned to look at Xia Lan, "Teacher Xia, please ask the villagers to set up camp on the mountaintop as a whole, and not come down here tonight. This place will become a battlefield tonight."

Xia Lan nodded. "I understand."

Feng Yuxiu stood up and looked at the team members present. "Everyone, tonight is the first real large-scale war you will encounter. This will be the battlefield."

“Zhuang Yan, if I find out in this war that you have even slightly affected the survival of your comrades because of your so-called kindness... I will not hesitate to enforce battlefield discipline.”

Zhuang Yan's face turned pale, and he trembled as he replied, "Yes."

"Get ready."

"Yes!" (End of this chapter)