Chapter 29: Bloodthirsty Mad Dragon (Part 1)

"I don't have one, but our Captain Shen Hao does!" The hero Ge said proudly, "Remember when I was carrying Captain Shen Hao and slipped by accident?" By coincidence, the individual rations on Captain Shen Hao's body fell right in front of me. I kept glancing left and right, and when no one noticed, I secretly scooped it up and tucked it into my own pocket. ”
Shen Hao's eyes widened as he shouted, "I was wondering, where did the individual rations I had go? So it was you who stole them?" ”
Zhanxiage smiled and said, "Don't make it sound so harsh, don't say it so harshly. This is what you call being handy. Besides, I'm your lifesaver, after all. Taking your bag of individual rations isn't too much, right?" ”
"Brothers, let's thank Captain Shen Hao. It's because of him that our hotpot can have 200 grams of compressed biscuits, 50 grams of beef, 20 grams of pickled mustard, plus a bag of delicious soup ingredients!" Taking advantage of Shen Hao's efforts to counterattack, Zhan Xiagege jumped up and shouted, "We are all revolutionary comrades, we are class brothers. Let's put the hard-won delicious food Captain Shen Hao has contributed into our hotpot and witness the warmth of our family!" What do you guys think? ”
Everyone shouted again, "Good!" ”
The aroma of food once again wafted from the "hotpot soup base" inside the steel helmet, which was almost turning into clear broth and fresh water. Twenty absolutely unconventional yet long, deep, and large spoons were all inserted into the steel helmet. Amid a series of clanging noises, the delicious, soaked food inside the two steel helmets—which in normal society would be considered pig feed by 99% of people—was swept away.
After eating their fill, they put on their stiff underwear from the cold wind, then warmed up. This group of Chinese soldiers, who exchanged glances and smiles, no longer had any barriers or superior-superiority reservations, also received orders from the Fifth Special Forces base.
The Chinese Ministry of Foreign Affairs has already negotiated with the Russian Ministry regarding this unexpected incident. The Russian government has allowed the Chinese special forces led by Zhan Xiaoge to carry necessary self-defense weapons and advance 35 kilometers into Russian territory, near a border town, to rendezvous with Russian troops supporting them, and then return to China with the assistance of the Russian military.
Before departure, Zhanxiage, the acting wartime squad leader of the Fifth Special Forces who had spent seven whole days and nights on the coldest mountain peaks and received "special" training for survival in the snowy plains under Long Jianhui, carefully inspected everyone's uniform.
"Remember, wear loose clothing and don't fasten them too tightly, especially your shoes and socks. Tightening them too tightly can restrict blood circulation and make frostbite more likely!" Watch my actions now: try to keep an air layer between your clothes so that a layer of air doesn't flow between them. ”
Zhanxiage reached out and touched Zhao Haiping's palm, saying, "Your palm is slightly sweaty. This will only accelerate the loss of moisture from your body. You don't need to wear so many clothes." ”
Glancing again at Shen Hao, whose body was trembling slightly, Zhanxiage didn't bother to say more. He covered Shen Hao with a jacket he had taken off the terrorist, then tied several scraps of cloth to Shen Hao's exposed wrists and neck.
"I know you hate terrorists and don't want to wear the clothes they once wore. How long do you think you can hold out? Your body is constantly trembling, which can provide enough heat for a short time, but it also accelerates fatigue. You can't keep shaking on this path! Seeing Shen Hao's lips twitch slightly, Zhan Xiage's voice immediately leaned in close to Shen Hao's ear and whispered, "I'm really helpless. Boss, you refuse to put on the clothes we took off terrorists. That's how men and honor we are. For us people already dressed in clothes, wouldn't we have to bow our heads in shame before you?" And you're a commander too. Before a commander is one hundred percent victorious, he always has to make the worst possible assessment. If your boss trembles for over thirty kilometers and we can't join up with the Russian troops supporting us, what should you do? Anyway, we're still just students—we're all real paupers, and we can't afford to go to town to buy you food. And even if you have money, what if they don't accept RMB? Are we supposed to grab an automatic rifle, fire a volley of bullets into the sky, and then raise our voices to shout 'robbery'...... Bread, ham, beef jerky?! Letting our rigorously trained Chinese special forces carry weapons into Russian territory and play terrorists just to rob food—that's just too ...... Helpless, huh?! ”
"Pfft......"
Although Shen Hao hadn't yet recovered from the grief of his brothers having almost all perished, he was still amused by the words of the war hero. He glanced at the coat that the hero had stiffly draped over him, shrugged, and uttered the song's catchphrase: "Sigh, what a helpless moment!" ”
With the command of the war hero song, this special forces unit that had experienced the fiercest battles began to advance. Shen Hao looked at Zhanxia Ge at the very front of the group and said softly to Zhao Haiping, "If you can really stay by his side all the time, what you'll learn is far more than just his sniping skills!" ”
Zhao Haiping's eyes widened, but he still nodded. Seeing his confused, dazed, and silly expression, Shen Hao couldn't help but sigh softly. In daily life, Zhao Haiping is a pure idiot replay—awkward and awkward, unable to produce a single blow. Only when he encounters his favorite sniper and special operations does he suddenly become a different person, unleashing the intelligence he had always hidden deep inside.
Shen Hao really wanted to know: was Zhao Haiping in this state—truly wise yet foolish, or was he just a master of technique!
In Shen Hao's eyes, Zhanxia Ge's masterful sniping skills and thorough research into sniper psychology were indeed brilliant, but their destructive power on the battlefield was ultimately limited. Within Zhanxia Ge, there was an even more terrifying power—his cohesion!
Zhan Xiage, leading the Fifth Special Forces, completed a thirty-five kilometer march in four and a half hours. As the snow gradually thinned, they finally reached the green grassland. Through binoculars, Zhan Xiagege saw a lonely small village in the distance. Most importantly, ahead of this small village, he saw a road route that was not wide but sufficient for cars and light armored transport vehicles.
Perhaps because they had just experienced the Second Chechen War, Zhanxiage and his foreign army carrying weapons passed by this unknown small village. The villagers chatting at the entrance only glanced at them in slight surprise, showing little panic. They still held cigarettes with a very long filter tip unique to Russia, and some even waved to these strangers like them.
The children running around outside the village still held a few toy guns, playing their war games there.
Watching the two children play a very simple game of "flying chess" with a few stones, for some reason, Zhan Xia Ge actually felt the urge to go over and let them join in the game.
Zhan Xia Ge and the others stopped on a slightly flat slope outside the village. Zhan Xia Ge glanced at his watch; the hands of the military waterproof watch were already pointing to 1:05 PM, but the Russian troops waiting for them hadn't arrived yet!
Even if the Russian government is currently financially tight and wants to save every penny, it should at least send the supporting units in passenger cars or light armored vehicles, rather than walking on two legs like they did, right?
They sat on this hillside and waited for nearly an hour before the Russian military finally reappeared in their sight with their reinforcements.
Yan Jun whistled playfully, gripping his binoculars while shouting, "These Russian soldiers are pretty outrageous! Just to support us, they even deployed a tank and an armored personnel carrier." ”
Zhan Xia Ge asked, "Is it possible to establish radio contact with the other side?" ”
A soldier from the Fifth Special Forces quickly replied, "We have already sent our identities to the other side via the international public channel, but for some reason, they have not responded." ”
The soldiers of the Fifth Special Forces on guard had already jumped onto the traffic line, using two branches tied with cloth strips of different colors to signal a set of internationally common flags at the Russian army.
But the other party still didn't reply.
Yan Jun continued studying the increasingly approaching Russian troops through the binoculars, chuckling lightly: "Don't say this unit supporting us is quite unconventional. The tank is an old T80 tank that's about to fall out of its teeth, but their armored transport vehicle is actually a Marine Corps-specific amphibious amphibious assault armored transport vehicle." The soldiers sitting on the transport vehicles were even stranger. Some carried AK-47s, while others had AK-74s. Although both types of automatic rifles were used, the same unit was equipped with two different models. Even if they hadn't survived the economic crisis, such a lineup was just too shabby. ”
Zhanxiage also smiled. He took the binoculars from Yan Jun's hands and looked at the Russian Marine Corps' dedicated amphibious armored transport vehicle, saying, "This model of armored carrier is pretty old-fashioned. It can only carry fifteen soldiers at most, but the advantage is that the body is flat and long, and it can fit ten or eight soldiers on the body......
At this point, Zhanxiage's voice suddenly paused, his face instantly turning ashen. Yan Jun hadn't noticed the change in his expression before smiling and said, "Yeah, speaking of Russia's T80 tank, I actually think of a real joke." During the First Chechen War, Russian soldiers had not received their pay for over half a year and were extremely poor. Some Russian soldiers casually labeled good T80 tanks as scrapped and then sold them to Chechen rebels. However, after obtaining these tanks, the Chechen rebels feared attacks from Russian anti-tank guns and simply mounted the T80 tanks on strategic locations to serve as fixed batteries. This style of combat is indeed quite similar to the 'ingenious' Japanese commander during World War II! ”