signingbooks Chapter 1387 If victory doesn't belong to this team, then to whom will it belong?
Chapter 1387 If victory doesn't belong to this team, then to whom will it belong?
These poachers know every inch of Death Valley by heart; it's their playground for crime. They not only indiscriminately poach the valley's rare animals but also engage in drug trafficking and various other illegal activities, committing all sorts of heinous crimes. Their headquarters are located in a neighboring country, a haven from which they seem to evade legal punishment.
"Charge out! It's not far now. Those damned Yan soldiers, how come they're patrolling this road?" Scarface cursed viciously, his heart filled with anger and resentment. He couldn't understand how his meticulously planned operation had run into this troublesome group of border guards.
“The wild animals they protect are hunted freely abroad. What’s the point of protecting them? Is it worth risking our lives for them? They deserve to die…” Another poacher joined in the cursing. In his eyes, the border guards’ perseverance was simply incomprehensible.
However, before their shouts and curses could subside, gunshots rang out again. Scarface heard a scream beside him, turned around, and saw another of his men fall, wounded. Blood quickly spread across the snow, soon covered by the ice and snow, as if this land was already accustomed to such bloodshed.
"Run! They're catching up! We just killed one of them. According to their rules, we're not safe unless we cross the border!" one of the poachers shouted in panic, fear spreading through everyone. They knew the Yan Kingdom's border guards' resolve; once they were targeted, they would never be let go easily.
On the other side, Wang Chao led his soldiers in hot pursuit, firing shots as he encouraged his brothers: "Don't let them escape. If even one of them gets away, we'll be letting our brothers down." His eyes were filled with determination and hatred. The little monkey's sacrifice ignited a raging fire in his heart, and he vowed to bring all the murderers to justice.
Ignoring the treacherous terrain of Death Valley, the soldiers relentlessly pursued the poachers. In this harsh environment of howling winds and raging hail, their figures appeared incredibly resolute. The armed men ahead, now too preoccupied to retaliate, fled for their lives, falling one after another, their blood staining the snow in patches.
Seeing his men dwindling, Scarface became frantic. He roared, "Stop running! Kill these Yan soldiers first! I'll pay 100,000 for each head you kill!" In his mind, only by dealing with the pursuers behind them would they have a chance to escape.
"Boss, you're keeping your word, right? I just killed one, so how about 100,000?" A poacher's eyes lit up, greed instantly overcoming fear.
"Go! Kill these Yan soldiers first, otherwise we won't be able to escape at all," Scarface said through gritted teeth, a hint of madness in his eyes.
One hundred thousand yuan was undoubtedly a huge sum for these desperate criminals. Enticed by the reward, they turned around and opened fire on Wang Chao and his men. "Bang bang bang..." Bullets whistled through the swirling snow, tearing through the cold air and intensifying the battle.
Scarface snorted coldly; he had no intention of engaging the border guards directly. Taking advantage of his men drawing the border guards' attention, he turned and sprinted towards the border line. The gunshots faded behind him, and a smug smile appeared on his face: "That's more like it. But I'll definitely get my revenge."
He ran desperately across the snow, slipped, and fell, tumbling and crawling on the ground. Ignoring the pain, he continued his frantic run towards the border. His backpack was filled with rare poached items—enough to sustain him for ten years of carefree living at the club. Thinking of this, his heart was filled with renewed hope and energy.
Ahead lay the border; he could already see the prominent marker. Just as he was filled with joy, thinking he was about to escape, a muffled thud rang out. A bullet, like a ghost, pierced through the snow and struck him precisely in the back, leaving a bloody welt in his chest. The scene was strikingly similar to when the little monkey was shot.
"I... I was shot?" Scarface stared in disbelief at the bullet piercing his chest, his eyes filled with despair. He couldn't understand why a bullet had hit him when his men had already stopped the Yan soldiers. He instinctively tried to grab something, but his hands only grasped cold air. Then, he collapsed onto the snow, kicking up a cloud of snowflakes.
On the snow, Wang Chao, tears welling in his eyes, slowly lowered the gun in his hand. He looked at the scarred man's corpse and whispered, "Little Monkey, your revenge is complete..." At this moment, the hatred in his heart was slightly relieved, but the departure of Little Monkey remained an indelible pain in his heart.
The next moment, he instinctively looked eastward. Just now, it was from there that gunfire had been relentlessly firing, accurately sniping the armed men blocking their path; otherwise, the border leader would have escaped. "It must be the platoon leader with his men, but even he wouldn't have such fast and accurate marksmanship..." Wang Chao was somewhat astonished. During the fierce sniper battle, he had heard the sound of rapid fire, and after each shot, the intercepting enemies were all blown to the head—the scene was like an exploding watermelon, bloody and shocking. This sight not only shocked him, but also completely shattered the terrorists' morale.
"Platoon leader..." Wang Chao led his men towards the east and sure enough, they saw Fang Xingwu and his men coming.
"Platoon leader, I'm so sorry, brothers. Little Monkey died right under my nose... Please punish me according to military discipline." Wang Chao's face was full of self-reproach, and his eyes were filled with pain.
“I am the squad leader, and Little Monkey is my soldier. Protecting him is my responsibility, Chen Zhi. I am guilty…” On the other side, Chen Zhi also arrived with his men. His face was full of guilt and self-blame, and his voice was trembling with sobs.
“You did a great job. Not a single militant escaped. Now the most important thing is to handle the hero’s funeral arrangements. Let’s go.” Before Fang Xingwu could speak, Chen Jun spoke.
Immediately, Wang Chao and the others stared at Chen Jun's unfamiliar face, then froze, taken aback by the gleaming medals on his shoulders. A surge of respect welled up within them, and they stood ramrod straight, saluting, "Commander, greetings!"
"No need for formalities. Mark the locations of these bodies, then immediately call back and take our comrades back," Chen Jun said solemnly.
"Yes, sir!" the crowd responded in unison, their eyes filled with obedience and trust in Chen Jun.
Everyone couldn't help but look at the gun in Chen Jun's hand with admiration. At this moment, the muzzle was still emitting heat. It was obvious that the one who had just assisted them in killing the enemy was this young general.
The hail continued its relentless onslaught, and Lin Chao had been guarding the little monkey's body for over an hour. He sat there quietly, motionless, letting the merciless hailstones pelt him relentlessly. He seemed oblivious to the cold, his heart filled only with grief and sorrow for the little monkey.
When Chen Jun led his team over, Lin Chao froze, like a white statue. His body was covered in ice and snow, only his eyes still held a trace of sadness.
"Help him up," Chen Jun said softly.
"Yes, sir!" Fang Xingwu and the others rushed forward and carefully helped Lin Chao up. In his current condition, in this freezing weather and without any precautions, he might lose his life in another hour.
After Lin Chao was lifted up, Wang Chao saw the military cap covering the little monkey's face. He paused, then looked at Chen Jun with a newfound respect. This general not only personally fought on the battlefield with unparalleled marksmanship, but he was also so courteous and respectful to his men, knowing how to command the border soldiers. He seemed to have never seen another commander so capable and so skilled in leading troops. He couldn't help but wonder to himself, who exactly was this commander?
"A respectful farewell!" Chen Jun fired a shot into the sky, the sound echoing across the silent snow, as if bidding farewell to the little monkey. Then, he ordered his men to carry the monkey on their backs and slowly make their way towards the outpost.
The wind grew stronger and the rain became more torrential.
Chen Jun turned around and saw their footprints being constantly swallowed by the wind and snow behind them, while new footprints were constantly being left in front of them. Looking at the solemn faces of the crowd, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "If victory doesn't belong to a team like this, then to whom will it belong?"
Throughout the journey, Chen Zhi, as the squad leader, repeatedly emphasized that he hadn't taken good care of the little monkey and refused to let anyone else carry it. He nearly fell on the snow several times, but he gritted his teeth and persevered, enduring each fall. Even when Chen Jun tried to persuade him, he didn't waver. His heart was filled with guilt, feeling that he had let down the young life of the little monkey.
By the time they returned to the outpost, it was already night. Chen Zhi had just put the little monkey's body down when his last bit of willpower vanished, and he collapsed backward.
"Help! Help!" the soldiers shouted in panic. They quickly carried Chen Zhi to the bed, kept him warm, and then rushed to find a medic to treat him.
"There's no time today, brothers. Let's keep watch over the little monkey for the night, change him into a new uniform, and send him home tomorrow." Fang Xingwu, the platoon leader, choked up. He was the strongest veteran among them, but at this moment, he could not suppress the grief in his heart.
Chen Jun watched silently as Platoon Leader Fang handled the aftermath, and no further incidents occurred. Proposing to take Wang Chao and the other two away at this point was clearly inappropriate; they would wait until tomorrow.
That night, the wind and rain were dark and gloomy, and the entire outpost was immersed in grief. Chen Jun stood silently by the side, keeping watch with the border guards. During this time, Wang Chao repeatedly urged him, his superior, to get some rest, but Chen Jun refused each time. He wanted to stay with these soldiers and get through this difficult night together.
As the night passed, the morning sun struggled to pierce through the clouds, casting its light on the snow. Early that morning, a vehicle arrived to send the little monkey on its final journey. The monkey's body was carefully lifted into the vehicle. Throughout the process, all the border guards were in tears, their eyes filled with reluctance. They held their salutes, unwilling to lower them for a long time. They all knew that from this day forward, they would never see this young and lively monkey again; his voice and smile would forever remain in their memories, a precious yet sorrowful recollection.
"Fire a gun, send the martyrs home!" Chen Jun shouted.
Fang Xingwu faced the sky and shouted three times, his voice trembling, "In our next life, we'll still be brothers!"
"Brothers, farewell!" the soldiers shouted in unison, their voices echoing across the snow-covered ground, filled with endless longing and reluctance.
The car slowly started moving and drove into the distance. Everyone stood like statues, maintaining a salute, until the car disappeared from sight.
At this moment, Chen Jun finally spoke up: "Wang Chao, Chen Zhi, Lin Chao, are the three of you willing to come with me to the new department?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Chao and his two companions were taken aback. They didn't answer Chen Jun's question immediately, but instead turned to look at their platoon leader, Fang Xingwu. They were hesitant, filled with anticipation for the new opportunity, yet reluctant to leave their familiar border post and comrades.
Fang Xingwu took a deep breath, his face gradually shifting from sadness to a smile. He knew this was a rare opportunity for Wang Chao and his two comrades. As their platoon leader, he was happy that his brothers could have better opportunities.
"By the way, this commander has many formidable titles, such as Chief Instructor of the Three Armed Forces and the Father of Yan's Special Forces. The hacker special forces base he founded is already the most powerful special forces base in the country. He came here personally to lead you in creating this new department. This is a tremendous honor, and I am sincerely happy for you." Fang Xingwu said, gently applauding his brothers. His eyes held a hint of reluctance, but even more so, blessings. Little Monkey had sacrificed himself, and now three more brothers were leaving at once. He was destined to grieve for a while. However, he knew that everyone leaving the border defense must leave with a smile.
After hearing the platoon leader's introduction of Chen Jun, Wang Chao and his two companions, who had been speculating about this for a long time, were completely stunned. They never expected that this seemingly tough and handsome general would have such a distinguished background.
The other border guards also stared at Chen Jun in shock.
In fact, Chen Jun had been reported by foreign media and also by the military. The Ministry of War was unfamiliar with the title of Chief Instructor of the Three Services.
It can be said that Chen Jun is a living legend; no one expected that he would actually be standing alive in front of them.
"No wonder his marksmanship is so amazing, he's a legendary general." Wang Chao suddenly realized, looking at Chen Jun with admiration in his eyes.
Chen Jun said, "No need to exaggerate. Code names are just fluff. Actually, the reason I came to find you is that the country is creating a brand new department and needs a group of special talents. Coincidentally, the three of you are the special talents I'm looking for."