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The site was chosen on the leeward side of the Danxia gully, with the high slope to the east serving as a natural lookout point and the dry gully to the west as a retreat route.

The entrance to the cellar is buried under the foundation of an abandoned sheepfold. The original form of the above-ground buildings is no longer visible, and they cannot be found from any angle.

All three conditions must be met.

They can hide, see far, and escape.

He stood there for a long time, motionless.

In 1963, at the foot of Helan Mountain, during autumn training, tents were pitched on a flat area at the foot of the mountain.

He was 21 years old, a deputy company commander, and had recently been promoted to officer.

The team leader, Staff Officer He, was half a head shorter than them. He taught them how to read topographic maps and explained how to choose a campsite in the field.

"Bingheng, you've chosen the wrong location. There's only one way out; if someone blocks it, you're finished."

"Remember three principles."

"A good location is one that can be hidden, seen far, and escaped."

He wrote that sentence down in his notebook.

Zhou Bingheng took a sealed document bag out of the car.

Inside were intelligence files delivered through top-secret channels of the military region, with a black-and-white photograph tucked into the last page.

Thick eyebrows, narrow face, old-fashioned military uniform, captain's rank on his chest.

He held the photo in his hand for a moment, then handed it to Liang Jin, who was standing next to him.

Liang Jin glanced down at the name and froze for a second.

"He Yaozu".

Zhou Bingheng closed the file bag again and spoke each word calmly.

"A former captain and staff officer of the division's operations and training department who defected to the Soviet Union in 1965."

"The military region intercepted coded messages from abroad and confirmed that he sneaked back into the country in June of this year."

"The human trafficking gang was his cover in this operation."

"His target was the secret military deployment following the Helan Mountain exercises."

Liang Jin gripped the butt of the gun tightly.

That incident is a painful scar that the Lanzhou Military Region is most reluctant to mention.

The entire division was given a circular of criticism, and a three-month rectification period ensued. Several leaders were disciplined. Every veteran remembers it; it was a page that could not be touched.

He initially thought it was making a mountain out of a molehill when he received orders to lead a battalion to assist local authorities in combating human trafficking.

Later, the political commissar came in, thinking it was a routine inspection.

The political commissar said, "It may involve a deeper case," and he agreed without asking any further questions.

He thought he had a complete grasp of the mission.

He has a very narrow perspective.

The political commissar knew how deep the water was from the beginning and had been supporting him all along.

Liang Jin's chest heaved twice, and his back straightened.

"From now on, all reports shall be made only to the political commissar, and communications shall be kept strictly confidential."

Zhou Bingheng put away the file and unfolded the terrain map again, placing it between the two of them.

"He Yaozu's core stronghold is not here. The big boss is responsible for transferring hostages and providing cover. The secrets are in He Yaozu's hands."

His fingertip stopped on a line deep in the Danxia ravine.

"He has a fixed method for choosing locations: he can hide well, see far, and escape."

"The border no-man's-land, within a straight-line distance of 120 kilometers, has natural escape routes and concealed exits."

"The ravine to the north is too shallow to hide people, and the terrain to the east is flat, making it impossible to set up a lookout."

"Only this section meets all three conditions simultaneously."

He handed the drawing to Liang Jin.

"You lead the team down this route, and I'll take the other one; we'll attack from both sides."

Liang Jin took the drawing and looked up at him.

"political commissar."

Zhou Bingheng stopped in his tracks.

"I don't just want to be the battalion commander who gets promoted for fighting human trafficking."

Zhou Bingheng turned his head to the side, patted Liang Jin's shoulder, and said only two words.

"Let's go."

*

The moment the blindfold was removed, Su Xingmian did not open her eyes.

She first scanned it with her demonic power.

This underground space is more than three times larger than the previous cellar.

After repairs, the rammed earth wall was coated with a layer of plaster, which prevents it from becoming alkali-proof and damp.

There are two ventilation openings overhead, with airflow coming in and going out, creating convection that dilutes the kerosene smell in the air to a just-acceptable concentration.

She then slowly squinted, pretending to be stung by the light, and shrank her shoulders.

The lamp's light is stable and sufficiently bright.

Before me was a very clean stone chamber.

The table was covered with a gray cloth, without any wrinkles, and the four corners were pressed tightly together.

An enamel mug is placed on the right-hand side, with the handle facing outwards.

A book was open and pressed down, next to it was a pencil, sharpened to a fine point.

Everything has a fixed place.

The lean man shoved her, retreated to the doorway, and bent over.

"Sir, the person has been brought."

Her voice carried a caution she had never heard from her boss.

A man walked out.

Thirty-five or thirty-six years old, of medium build and slightly thin, wearing a clean navy blue cotton shirt with the top button fastened.

He doesn't look like a farmer, a businessman, or a human trafficker.

If I had to describe what they resemble, they'd say intellectuals or school teachers.

Su Xingmian's demonic power spread out silently.

She was used to judging a person by their aura.

The Zhou family's aura was clean and warm, like a sun-dried quilt.

The old fox's aura was crisp and orderly, like a pine forest in winter.

The smell of human traffickers is foul, fishy, ​​and pungent; you can tell they're rotten just by smelling them.

Su Xingmian's eyes narrowed slightly at the presence of this person.

His breath was so clean.

It's abnormally clean.

It's as if something has scraped away layer by layer, leaving only the outermost shell.

He didn't say anything, but looked at her for five seconds.

He picked up an enamel mug, poured himself a glass of water, and placed it on the opposite side of the table.

"Sit down, have some water, don't be afraid."

The voice was calm, with a hint of polite reassurance.

Su Xingmian sat down, her shoulders slightly hunched, reached for the glass of water, took a small sip, and quickly put it down.

The water is clean and has no odor.

"Thank you," she said softly.

He Yaozu sat down opposite him and smiled.

That smile made Su Xingmian's eyes narrow again.

The smile was gentle and appropriate, with the curve of the corners of the mouth and the lines at the corners of the eyes perfectly matched.

It's too perfect, abnormally perfect.

……

The Helan Mountain garrison, the division headquarters' family compound.

"Qingqing, my Qingqing."

Division Commander's wife, Han Yuzhi, rushed out the door, hugged the injured Song Qingqing, and cried uncontrollably.

Song Qingqing leaned against her aunt's chest, burying her face in her shoulder, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.

The wound on my knee was wrapped in three layers of gauze, and blood was still seeping out.

The torn Lenin uniform has been replaced.

The division commander sat in the main seat of the living room, his face ashen.

"Tell me the specifics."

Song Qingqing wiped away her tears and recounted what had happened in a broken voice.

While buying things at Dinghe Station with Su Xingmian, they were suddenly surrounded by human traffickers and kidnapped together.

Separated midway, she took advantage of a moment of laxity to escape.

However, Su Xingmian was taken away by another group of people, and her whereabouts are unknown.

After listening, the division commander picked up his teacup, then put it down again.

He tapped his fingers twice on the table.

This girl is the lady's niece. She has no daughters of her own and has always treated her like her own daughter. So it's natural that he's heartbroken to see her injured like this.

But he served in the army for thirty years.

"You should rest first."

He spoke in a deep voice.

"I'll handle this."

After speaking, he glanced at Song Qingqing, but his gaze didn't linger for long before he looked away.

……

While resting at the military guesthouse, Zhou Bingwen immediately learned of Song Qingqing's escape and return.

Song Qingqing is back, but where is his second sister-in-law?

Why didn't she come back?

He wanted to rush into the family compound and confront Song Qingqing, but he knew he couldn't.

He paced back and forth in the room, circling it more than a dozen times, his mind filled with the image of Su Xingmian being drugged and carried away.

Nighttime temperatures in Northwest China are approaching zero degrees Celsius.

My second sister-in-law also has a constitution that tends to be cold.

Zhou Bingwen stopped and rushed out to make a long-distance call to Beijing.