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"Captain Lin," Zhou Zhenhai's gaze suddenly turned to Lin Yun, his eyes, soaked in seawater, carrying a probing light.

"How do you know that our navy will definitely pass through this swamp?"

His voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear.

He really wanted to know. This swamp was a route they decided to take on the spur of the moment, without consulting or informing anyone.

He didn't even tell his teammates; he just reached the edge of the swamp, glanced at it, and said, "This way."

His team members followed him in. No one questioned, no one hesitated. But how did this female air force captain guess?

Lin Yun looked at him and answered the question seriously.

"Captain Zhou and your team can brave the winds and waves at sea. Why would you take a detour over a small swamp?"

She paused, her gaze sweeping over the five people behind Zhou Zhenhai.

"Based on this, I judge that the navy brothers will definitely enter here."

So I came in to see if I could help the navy guys in any way.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Zhenhai burst into hearty laughter. His laughter was like waves crashing against rocks, like wind blowing through masts, like a warship sounding its horn.

"You, an air force soldier, have a really nice way of speaking." His voice was...

"Slicing through the wind and waves, a tiny swamp—you're making our navy blush with embarrassment."

"However, you guessed one thing right. We in the navy never turn back. If there's sea ahead, we swim across. If there's a swamp ahead, we wade through it, hahahahahaha."

Compared to the relaxed attitude of the air force and navy, the Lu Chuan squad was somewhat anxious.

"Captain, we've been surrounded!" the scout in the team said in a panicked voice.

Lu Chuan frowned, pondering a solution. His mind raced, analyzing and calculating—six people in front, six people behind.

"Captain, we're in a bind now, what should we do? Give us an idea!" a soldier from Northeast China shouted.

But now, Lu Chuan is a little undecided.

His mind was racing—distance, number of people, weapons, terrain.

He was now less than ten meters away from Lin Yun's air force squadron. At this distance, if he wasn't detected, he could eliminate the entire squadron.

But now that he's been discovered and has lost the initiative, Lu Chuan is in a very passive position.

What puts him in the most passive position is the navy behind him. Now, if he attacks the air force, his rear is exposed to the navy. If he attacks the navy, his rear is exposed to the air force. Air-sea coordination... it's truly a headache.

Countless solutions flashed through Lu Chuan's mind—

A direct assault? We can't win.

Retreat? We can't retreat.

Negotiations? Negotiate what?

Surrender? I'm not willing to do that.

His lips twitched slightly. He had been a soldier for twelve years and had never been so passive before.

— Caught between a rock and a hard place, unable to advance or retreat, unable to fight back or escape.

After a brief moment of thought, Lu Chuan threw the crossbow bolt in his hand onto the ground.

Then, he led his team a few steps to the left.

His teammates followed him, their footsteps heavy, splashing mud and water everywhere.

They moved to the left, forming a pincer movement with Zhou Zhenhai's navy and Lin Yun's air force.

"Everyone," Lu Chuan began.

"Since we've met in this swamp, it must be fate."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Lin Yun, then over Zhou Zhenhai.

"Moreover, the goal of our brothers in the Air Force and Navy is not a small swamp, but 1937."

Then, Lu Chuan announced his decision.

"How about this, let's get straight to the point and have a 1v1 fight? What do you say?"

After he finished speaking, the swamp fell silent.

There was only the rustling of the wind through the reeds, and the crackling of the fire burning wood.

Then, Zhou Zhenhai stepped forward, twirling his military knife in his hand, the blade drawing a silver arc in the firelight.

"Okay, I'll take the challenge."

His gaze swept over Lu Chuan's team, over the five faces covered in mud.

"Which of you will fight me?"

In Lu Chuan's squad, the soldier from Northeast China stepped forward. His name was Han Dong, and he had been in the army for seven years. He had the loudest voice, the most explosive temper, and the hardest fists.

"I'll fight you!"

The men in Lu Chuan's team cheered on the soldiers from Northeast China. Liu Yang was the first to speak, his voice carrying the warmth of a fellow Northeasterner.

"Hey radish, we're the army, the invincible land force. Cheer up!"

"Big radish, don't lose points."

"Well done, big radish."

Han Dong turned around and glanced at his teammates.

"Don't worry." He clenched his fist so tightly it cracked. "I won't let the army down."

As Zhou Zhenhai and Han Dong got into position, the air in the swamp seemed to ignite.

It's burning up!

"Big radish, from the Northeast?" Zhou Zhenhai asked, looking at the man in front of him.

Han Dong nodded: "From Heilongjiang."

Zhou Zhenhai laughed: "What a coincidence. I'm also from Northeast China."

Han Dong was taken aback: "You're from Northeast China, what brings you to the Navy?"

Zhou Zhenhai cracked his knuckles as he moved them: "Because the navy pays more."

Han Dong's lips twitched: "...Who the hell are you trying to fool?"

Zhou Zhenhai did not answer. He suddenly leaned forward and punched Han Dong in the chest.

The punch was so fast that Han Dong only had time to turn to the side. The fist grazed his ribs, creating a whooshing sound.

Han Dong didn't back down; instead, he swung his elbow at Zhou Zhenhai's face. Zhou Zhenhai leaned back to dodge, and at the same time, kicked Han Dong's knee.

Han Dong raised his leg to block, and the two calves collided, making a dull "bang".

"You've got some strength," Zhou Zhenhai grinned.

"You're not bad either," Han Dong said through gritted teeth.

The two charged forward at the same time, embracing each other like two bulls locked in a struggle.

Mud and water splashed everywhere, and the grass mounds underfoot were trampled to pieces. Han Dong was strong, and he tried to throw Zhou Zhenhai down.

Zhou Zhenhai had a low center of gravity, so he kept his balance and didn't fall. The two remained locked in a stalemate, face to face, noses almost touching.

"You fucking...you're actually pretty strong..." Han Dong's voice was squeezed out through clenched teeth.

At the same time, Lu Chuan's gaze turned to the Air Force. His eyes lingered on the six Air Force personnel for a moment.

He is choosing his opponents.

That female team member?

That mechanic?

That radar operator?

Finally, his gaze settled on Lin Yun and remained fixed on him.

"Lin Yun, do you dare to fight me?"

"What is there to be afraid of?"