Even if I'm a useless bum at Whampoa Military Academy, I'll be invincible in the War of Re

On the south guard tower, two White Russian mercenaries were dozing off. They were just doing their jobs for money, and besides, this was a concession of the British Empire—the British Empire, which had won the European war, was at its peak, and even the Japanese had to go around it. Who would dare to cause trouble here?

Unbeknownst to them, death was silently closing in on them under the cover of darkness.

Below the guard tower, five assault team members were already poised to fire. Two of them held crossbows and steadily locked onto the sentry. The crossbow bolts suddenly shot through the air, striking a vital spot and killing the sentry instantly. The sentry slumped limply inside the guard tower, neither falling nor making a sound—the assault team had calculated the angle of his fall and prepared in advance.

After taking care of the sentry post, the group quickly concealed themselves and set up an ambush fifty meters to the west of the guard tower—a distance just enough to avoid the dogs' keen sense of smell. The five men lined up in a row, their roles perfectly coordinated: one man would shoot the dogs, while the other four would keep an eye on the patrolmen. They had already agreed to fire three shots simultaneously, one to kill the dog instantly.

Ten minutes later, the patrol team with the wolfhound arrived as scheduled. The assault team members lay motionless in place. Suddenly, the wolfhound pricked up its ears, as if sensing something was wrong. Just as it stopped to pounce on its hiding place, the fourth squad leader fired three crossbow bolts, hitting the wolfhound squarely in the neck. The huge creature fell to the ground without even uttering a sound.

Almost simultaneously, the rest of the crossbow bolts fired at the four White Russian patrolmen, instantly killing them with a swift, sharp sound—the only sound being the soft whistling of bolts cutting through the air. The next watchtower was over a hundred meters from the ambush point; such a subtle movement wouldn't have traveled there.

The fourth squad leader breathed a sigh of relief. He had been prepared for a strong attack, but now he hadn't alerted the enemy at all. He immediately decided to continue with the plan to capture the point. He used his flashlight to signal the first assault team that they had succeeded. Platoon leader Yan Yunsong immediately led more than a dozen team members to rush over. The group took out insulated pliers and skillfully cut through the barbed wire, clearing a two-meter-wide gap.

Yan Yunsong led his team to rush into the camp first. The team members split into several groups and, like ghosts, took out the inner patrol soldiers. They then quietly sneaked up the stairs inside the guard tower and successively took out the White Russian guards in the other three guard towers. The whole process was clean and efficient, without any hesitation.

At this point, only three guards remained at the gate within the concession, along with a mobile emergency response team in a tent.

A fortified fortress is always most easily breached from within. The three sentries at the gate were staring intently at the outside, completely unaware that the assault team was closing in under the cover of darkness. This time, Yan Yunsong chose to deal with them with a cold blade. He and two of his men pounced forward, and with a swift stroke, the sentries were instantly killed, without even a sound.

The group quickly opened the gate and reached for the temporary tents outside—the White Russian soldiers inside were fast asleep and completely unsuspecting. The commandos slashed through the tents with their blades and killed them all, leaving no survivors.

The thirty Belarusian guards on the night shift were all eliminated. At this moment, the clock struck precisely 3:47.

When Yan Yunsong appeared at the regimental headquarters, Xie Jinyuan's pupils constricted, and he could hardly believe his eyes—it was too fast, much faster than expected, completely refreshing his understanding of night combat and arousing a strong desire to explore this reconnaissance company.

But time was of the essence, and there was no room for idle talk. Yan Yunsong's tone was urgent yet steady: "The gate is open. Company Commander Xiao is at the gate to provide backup. Organize the evacuation immediately, the sooner the better, don't dawdle!"

Xie Jinyuan also knew the importance of the matter. Even though he was full of questions, he could only suppress them—the concession must be evacuated before dawn. He immediately split up with Shangguan Zhibiao and other officers, and gave a stern order to organize the soldiers of the isolated battalion into three columns, platoon by platoon, to evacuate the camp in an orderly manner, running lightly and quickly, without making a sound throughout the entire process.

Outside the camp gate, Xiao Jianyun and his second assault team were already waiting. Some of the team members were on guard with guns, their sharp eyes scanning every corner, while others quickly stepped forward to provide support and carefully guide the evacuation route.

Xie Jinyuan stepped forward and grasped Xiao Jianyun's hand tightly, his knuckles turning white from the pressure. His voice was filled with emotion: "Company Commander Xiao, thank you so much! Words cannot express my gratitude!"

Xiao Jianyun patted his arm and replied crisply, "Commander Xie, you're too kind. It's a soldier's duty, and I've successfully completed my mission! Let's not say any more; we'll discuss it once we're in a safe area!"

The two had only taken a few steps side by side when Xiao Hubei suddenly rushed over, panting, his face flushed red. He grabbed Xie Jinyuan's arm and shouted, his voice trembling with tears but unusually stubborn: "Regimental Commander! And Battalion Commander Yang! We can't leave the battalion commander behind! Absolutely not!"

Xie Jinyuan stiffened and fell silent instantly. He had never forgotten Battalion Commander Yang, but the safety of hundreds of men was the top priority at the moment. He simply couldn't bring himself to speak about Battalion Commander Yang's matter—he couldn't let the brothers of the Security Corps risk their lives again for this.

Xiao Jianyun keenly sensed something was wrong. His brows furrowed slightly, and he pressed down on Xiao Hubei's shoulder in a deep voice, his tone steady and firm as he gently reassured him, "Young man, don't rush, catch your breath, and tell me slowly. Where is Battalion Commander Yang? What happened?"

"Little Hubei!" Xie Jinyuan suddenly shouted, his face instantly darkening. "Get out of the way! This is none of your business. Who gave you permission to leave the ranks? Do you have no military discipline?!"

Xiao Hubei shuddered from the drink, but he gritted his teeth, stubbornly refusing to back down, his eyes red-rimmed but his gaze exceptionally firm:

"Commander! Even if you execute me, I will still speak!" He suddenly turned to Xiao Jianyun, bowing earnestly and urgently.

"Sir! Our battalion commander is seriously wounded and is still in the foreigners' hospital! If we all leave, the foreigners definitely won't take care of him; he certainly won't survive! Please, save the battalion commander!"

Xie Jinyuan sighed deeply, his face showing difficulty, and his voice deepened: "The hospital is still several miles away from here, and it will be dawn soon. The police from the concession will be out on the streets soon. It's too dangerous. I can't let you take that risk."

Xiao Jianyun instantly understood, a resolute glint in his eyes. He immediately turned and called out, "Yan Yunsong!"

Yan Yunsong ran over quickly and replied in a deep voice, "Company Commander!"

"I'll take five brothers to pick up Battalion Commander Yang. You lead the main force to withdraw according to the original plan, through the western wasteland. Remember to stay hidden. You must leave the concession before dawn. Make your own decisions if you encounter any problems. Don't wait for me!" Xiao Jianyun spoke very quickly, giving his orders crisply and decisively without the slightest hesitation.

After saying that, he looked at Xie Jinyuan with a firm gaze: "Commander Xie, does anyone know the exact location of the hospital? Lead the way."

"I know!" Little Hubei immediately raised his hand, stepped forward, and puffed out his chest. "I'm the one who took the battalion commander to the hospital. I know every road right—the shortest route, the one where we can hide from the police! I'll lead the way!"

"Company Commander Xiao, you absolutely mustn't!" Xie Jinyuan hurriedly stopped him, stepping forward to grab his arm tightly. "It's almost dawn, and there are more and more foreign devils and police in the concession. Going there would be too dangerous! I'll figure out a way to deal with Battalion Commander Yang later. We can't let you lose any more brothers!"

Xiao Jianyun raised his hand and slapped his hand away, his expression solemn, his words firm and resolute: "Commander Xie, no need for further explanation. The rule of the Security Corps is—whether they are our own brothers or brothers from allied forces, as long as they are still fighting the Japanese, we will never abandon a single one!"

He turned to look at Xiao Hubei, and gave a stern, decisive order: "Xiao Hubei, lead the way! Quickly!"

Xiao Hubei immediately stepped forward and replied, "Yes, sir!"