City Exchange Life Club

In everyone's eyes, the convoy with the red flag was parked on the side of the road not far from the port.

Then jumped down one by one, the soldiers in full armor walked side by side with the steel guns on their chests in both hands.

Behind him are the wounded and hostages being supported.

The afterglow of the scorching sun enveloped them, paving them with a layer of pale gold, and the leading officer held a red flag, fluttering in the sun, shining brightly.

They are striding forward and feeling oppressive.

Everyone stared blankly at this scene.

Until the group of soldiers walked in front of them, the officer holding the red flag stood at attention and saluted, shouting: "My department has rescued the trapped hostages, please give instructions!"

For the sake of secrecy, he omitted the name and number of the Hidden Sword Special Commando as well as his position.

"Huh!" The rear admiral stood at attention and saluted.

The navy of the Xia Kingdom on the warship and the soldiers of the Raya Kingdom on the port saluted the Hidden Sword Squad at the same time.

"Clap clap clap..."

A reporter from Xia Guo applauded with tears in his eyes.

Then reporters from other countries followed suit.

With less than a hundred soldiers, they went deep into the chaotic enemy-occupied area to successfully rescue the trapped hostages.

There was thunderous applause from the port, but the reporters from the ugly countries looked a little awkward.

The Rear Admiral looked at the aggressive reporter from the ugly country just now, his face was serious, and he said loudly: "I don't know why you asked me such a tricky question, but I can answer your previous question now, the soldier of the Xia country. Fighting power is tempered by blood and fire, there is no doubt about it!"

Then he ignored the embarrassed expression of the ugly reporter, and looked at another reporter from a small island country: "And you, I remember you asked what if this team is also trapped, and I can answer you now. , continue to save! We will not give up any citizen of the Xia Kingdom, our soldiers have the determination to sacrifice for the motherland and the people at all times!"

His previous avoidance was not a retreat, but rather than a pale language, he preferred to use facts to prove everything. As an officer, although the arms were different, he deeply believed in the soldiers of his country.

"…………"

In an instant, the entire pier was terribly quiet, and then thunderous applause broke out again.

"Clap clap clap..."

Then all the reporters began to boil.

"This is the northern port of Raya. The hostages who were trapped just yesterday were rescued by a special forces unit in our country. They went deep behind enemy lines..."

"It's unbelievable for me, the soldiers of the Xia Kingdom have created miracles! Just before, almost no one of us thought they would come back alive..."

"A special force with an unknown number, they staged a Hollywood-like movie plot, a respectable force, a respectable country..."

"This team refused to be interviewed and has already boarded the warship, then let us interview the rescued hostages... Hello, may I ask you to bathe in miracles..."

"Sorry to interrupt, we don't believe in miracles, we only believe in the People's Liberation Army, thank the motherland for taking me home, and only wish the motherland prosperous!"

When the interview video from the port was sent back to China with the official notification, the whole country was boiling.

"Thanks to the motherland for keeping us away from the war and bringing us home from the wars of others."

"Blood is boiling, this unit is too big, isn't it ten against a thousand? Collective Yan Shuangying?"

"Riding on a horse, even the news broadcast is better than Fu Ran now. I'm so excited that I can pee everywhere."

"Damn it! Didn't you realize that the one with the sniper rifle was Li Fei who disappeared from the recruit company?"

"Wori! It's really him. If this army is a pervert like him, it's really strong enough."

In the recruit camp of the Third Regiment of the 152nd Division of the Yanzhou Military Region.

"Fuck! Isn't that Li Fei?" Wang Dali and the others who were watching the news broadcast were also shocked.

"He actually started his mission?"

"What kind of **** of war is this, the same group of soldiers, we haven't been awarded the title yet, he is already a lieutenant!"

There was a lot of discussion among the people, especially Liu Xiaojun and Zhang Teng, who looked complicated, and the gap was too big.

Desperately big.

But soon, the two were relieved.

After all, humans cannot be compared with animals.

At the same time, in a hotel in Changning, the real Li Fei was already in a cold sweat, thinking that after the exchange period ended, he might often perform such tasks...

He couldn't help shivering. In this high-end game, wouldn't he be a rookie to deliver food?

Even if the food is delivered, it will also implicate teammates.

Thinking of this, he decisively grabbed his mobile phone and called Chen Han: "Brother Chen, I want to increase the loan!"

Death crises can greatly stimulate consumption.

"Little Li, you have to think twice, and I don't have that much in my hands..." Chen Han persuaded hypocritically.

Li Fei's eyes were red, and he interrupted him with a snarling roar: "Don't step on the horse, nonsense, I don't look at how much you have, but how much I borrow!"

Chen Han: "..."

"If you want to say that, then even if I go for a loan, I have to meet your loan. There is no way. I am so anxious." Chen Han said righteously, in fact, his heart blossomed.

He watched the news on TV and laughed until his legs were closed. This change in the international situation can really stimulate economic development. Financial experts will not deceive him.

Anyway, his economy is indeed stimulated.

Thanks to my brother-in-law Zhao Yan for boosting my economy.

Zhao Yan: Uncle, you are welcome, I not only promoted your economy, but also promoted your sister.

………………

A few days later, a military airport in Yanzhou.

A javelin-like salute stood in two lines.

The door of the plane opened, and the members of the Dragon Soul Special Forces and the Hidden Sword Special Commando who were wearing regular clothes walked down with the ashes covered by the red flag.

Every step is so slow and heavy.

They are holding their comrades.

"salute!!!"

shhhhh--

The soldiers of the salute looked sideways and raised their hands.

"Libi!"

"Shoot!!!"

"Kang!" "Kang!" "Kang..."

Apart from family members, there was no one else at the scene, let alone any reporters or media.

They are martyrs, but because of their particularity, their achievements will not be publicized.

They dedicate their youth in the fire, but they are destined to die silently. Since they chose this path, they have given up all flowers and applause.

No one will know their names, no one will know the specific unit numbers they serve in, no one will know what credit they have made...

No one knows their names, and their exploits endure forever... They are soldiers of the Xia Kingdom!

Perhaps after the confidentiality period has passed, when people look through the archives later, they will find that there are such a group of people who are still throwing their heads and blood for the motherland in peaceful times.

How can the years be quiet, but there are people who are carrying the burden for us, and in countless invisible corners, there are people who are silently dedicating themselves.