Not enough Japanese devils to kill? 1.4 billion people volunteer for the Battle of Shanghai.

far away.

Ma Dapao is still laughing.

Zhou Xiaoqi and Qingniao are still in a standoff.

But the highlight of this surprise attack—

Actually, the burden always fell on two people.

Lin Yun.

Yao Shoude.

One was the commander of an air force squadron.

Calm as ice.

Sharp as an eagle.

One was the company commander of the garrison.

As cunning as a fox.

Calm and steady as a mountain.

From the moment Lin Yun led his team up.

These two people were destined to have a showdown—

A real showdown.

Lin Yun ignored the soldiers who had been eliminated.

Her gaze was fixed on Yao Shoude from the very beginning.

The figure lying behind the topmost rock.

That figure who was always roaring and giving orders.

that--

The real opponent.

She crouched down.

clinging to the rocks.

He reached out to touch Yao Shoude.

Every step was very light.

Light as the wind.

Every step was steady.

It was as steady as walking on clouds.

Her eyes remained fixed on Yao Shoude's back.

Stare at his shoulder.

Staring at him—

Every breath.

distance.

Thirty meters.

Twenty meters.

ten meters.

five meters.

Three meters —

Yao Shoude is firing a gun.

"Da da da da—!!!"

Bullets rained down.

Shell casings clattered and fell onto the rocks beside him.

His body trembled slightly with the sound of the gunshot.

But a strange feeling suddenly arose in his heart.

The feeling was very light.

It felt as light as a strand of hair falling on the skin.

It was as light as a breeze brushing against my neck.

But he sensed it.

That is--

Danger.

Danger from behind.

He served in the army for twenty-four years.

His intuition was more accurate than any instrument.

Faster than any radar.

His finger was removed from the trigger.

His body was slightly tense.

But he didn't turn around.

He waited.

Waiting for that—

The person approaching him should move first.

Lin Yun's hand was already halfway up in the air.

It was less than ten centimeters from the back of Yao Shoude's neck.

Just one more inch forward.

Just one more millimeter closer.

You can then touch his skin.

That would declare him "dead".

But she didn't move.

Because she sensed it—

Yao Shoude's shoulders tightened slightly.

His breathing changed rhythm.

His back was like a fully drawn bow.

he knows.

He knew someone was behind him.

He knew—she was there.

Lin Yun's hand froze in mid-air.

Not moving at all.

Like a sculpture.

The two remained locked in this stalemate.

One is in front.

One is behind.

One knows someone is behind them.

One knows, and the other knows.

But no one moved.

three seconds.

Five seconds.

ten seconds.

Gunfire was still ringing out from the mountaintop.

The shouts of battle continued in the distance.

But in this corner—

Time seemed to stand still.

then.

Yao Shoude smiled.

He didn't turn around.

He just opened his mouth.

The voice was very soft, so soft it was like talking to oneself:

"The Air Force's little girl."

"You're quite tolerant."

Lin Yun's hand remained suspended in the air.

Her voice was also very soft:

"Company Commander Yao is no less impressive."

"You probably already noticed, didn't you?"

Yao Shoude nodded.

"I felt it when you touched me."

"Your steps are too light."

"So light it's inhuman."

He paused:

"But it's precisely because it's so light—"

"On the contrary, it made me feel uneasy."

Lin Yun's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Then why don't you turn around?"

Yao Shoude smiled.

That smile was strange.

It wasn't a smug smile.

It wasn't a mocking laugh.

It is a kind of—

A laugh of excitement, as if he hadn't encountered an opponent in a long time.

"Why turn back?"

His voice held a hint of amusement:

"Wouldn't it be less fun if we went back?"

He slowly stood up.

He turned around.

Facing Lin Yun.

Two people, facing each other.

They were less than three meters apart.

A man wearing a light gray Air Force training uniform.

Covered in mud.

His hands were covered in blood.

But his eyes shone like stars.

A soldier wearing a blue combat uniform.

Also covered in mud.

His hands were also covered in blood.

But there was a shrewd glint in his eyes.

Like a fox.

Like a wolf.

Like an old hunter who has lived in the jungle for many years.

Yao Shoude sized up Lin Yun.

From top to bottom.

From bottom to top.

Then he spoke:

"The captain of the air force squadron?"

"Lin Yun?"

Lin Yun nodded.

Yao Shoude smiled:

"I've heard of you."

"When we crossed the river, the news of shipbuilding spread throughout the entire war zone."

"Some people say you're smart."

Some people say you took a shortcut.

He paused:

"I think—"

"You're just my type."