Leaving the commander's office, Luo Zheng hurriedly found Lan Xue, who was dispersing. The two stepped aside, and Luo Zheng briefly explained the situation. Lan Xue, with her acute sense of conspiracy, paled slightly. Seeing that no one was around, she lowered her voice and said, "Do you think it could be the Song family's doing?"
Luo Zheng saw that Lan Xue had guessed the sa as he had and nodded solemnly, whispering, "Let's not worry about that now. The mission is the priority. As for the truth, the Intelligence Team is investigating."
"It seems that the commander and my grandfather may have suspected sothing, but they're unable to speak up due to lack of evidence. We have a deadly feud with the Song family. With Song Yang dead and Song Yan dismissed from his position, the Song family's power has been undermined. Given the Song family's nature of bearing grudges, they're bound to retaliate. Considering what you just told , their involvent isn't improbable. Of course, we need to gather the evidence. Go find them—move into action," Lan Xue said coldly before running off towards the armory.
Luo Zheng rushed to the dormitory, woke up Ghost Hand and the others from their nap, and said, "Hurry, we've got an ergency mission. Get to the armory as fast as you can to collect your gear."
At his words, no one asked any questions; they dressed as quickly as possible and charged toward the armory. The equipnt was ready, divided into five piles, each tailored to the individuals' habits, height, and build. Everyone's data was on file at the armory; with just one call from the commander, the staff on duty would know what to prepare, eliminating the need for selection upon arrival, which would waste ti. Of course, personal preferences could be acquired on the go, like the iron nails, Luo Zheng's specialty—just ntion them and the attendants would imdiately bring them out.
Mastering the Life-taking Needle taught by the Drunkard was too difficult. After several months of arduous practice without sufficient power, he had to resort to using iron nails as a substitute. However, the nails were now half as thin as before, which could be considered significant progress. The nails were carried in a belt specially designed by the Equipnt Team based on Luo Zheng's needs, which could be wrapped around the waist and secured. A single belt could hold a hundred nails, making it extrely convenient when in use.
The gear was the sa as last ti when they set out to destroy the Japanese pirates' base in the primitive forest: the 09-style sniper rifle, the 95-style assault rifle, hand crossbow, button-shaped intense ti bombs, special ropes, tactical flashlight, anti-poison mask, dical kit, digital jungle camouflage combat suits, bullet-resistant vest, bullet-proof helt, explosion-proof boots, atomic watch, D80 Tiger Teeth, central sedative, food, along with matching ammunition, and so on. It wasn't light, but for the sake of survival and the mission, none of it could be spared.
Within ten minutes, everyone was geared up, faces painted with camouflage, and donning Jili suits—unrecognizable at a glance. They ford a line and darted out of the armory to the training field. Those who saw this formation during their training had no idea who was being deployed. The Jili suits completely concealed their identities, prompting envy among the onlookers. For soldiers, getting assigned to a mission was the most thrilling part, unlike the monotonous drills back at base.
Boarding the transport helicopter that had been readied in advance, Luo Zheng took a mont to review the docunts before passing them to Lan Xue. Everyone took turns reading them. He then closed his eyes and pondered. If the Song family were indeed behind this, he must find evidence to take down the Song family once and for all. Yet, knowing the Song family's craftiness and deviousness, they were likely to have left no clues exposing themselves. The Wild Wolf rcenary Group and the Reincarnation Killer Organization were pri examples.
Annoyed by this thought, Luo Zheng suddenly felt soone take his hand. By the touch, he was sure it was Lan Xue. A warmth filled his heart, calming the tumult inside. Opening his eyes, he nodded lightly and smiled gratefully. Seeing that everyone had finished reading, he raised his voice and said, "The warlord's army numbers nearly five thousand, though that figure is likely inflated; I fear there are more. And since we are specifically targeted, it suggests that familiar enemies are involved. Our mission is to rescue everyone at all costs, without exception. The task is daunting—be prepared."
The roar of the transport helicopter's rotors was so loud that communication was only possible by shouting, but fortunately, everyone was familiar with each other and had already sensed a conspiracy in the data they had reviewed. They all nodded, gripping their guns tightly. Faced with formidable enemies, no one showed fear; instead, their fighting spirit surged.
As soldiers who grow stronger when facing the strong, especially those of National Blade, a team comprised of Soldier Kings, what sorts of bloody storms haven't they weathered, what grand scenes haven't they experienced? To die in battle is an honor, and the best fate a soldier could wish for. Rather than living a life of diocrity and waiting for death, it's far better to blaze gloriously. Thinking this, Luo Zheng felt his blood begin to burn, his will to fight began to boil, and with a sharp look in his eyes, he made a throat-slashing gesture to the others.
Everyone understood, nodding in agreent. This throat-slashing gesture was a sign of no rcy, indicative of the mission's difficulty and the decisiveness of their actions. It was also a tactical statent—to utterly eradicate the enemy at any cost, without any reservation, punishing those who dare challenge the nation's dignity. Their gazes beca sharper.
In the National Blade Special Combat Team, there is an unwritten rule: the throat-slitting gesture is not to be used lightly, but once it is employed, it heralds a torrent of blood and violence wherever they go.
As the transport helicopter sped along, everyone closed their eyes to rest. Once they were thrown into battle, whether they could ever sleep soundly again was uncertain. While resting, Luo Zheng couldn't sleep; he let his muscles relax as much as possible while continuously pondering the data he had just reviewed. The ard warlord had a significant number of troops and a sizable territory, but where would the hostages be held?
Ti was limited. They had to find and rescue the hostages within three years, or else it would beco extrely troubleso. The experts from the Military Research Institute were national treasures, irreplaceable. However, locating the hostages' detention site was not going to be easy. The ard warlords were accustod to hiding; like a sly rabbit, they would not likely keep the hostages at their main base. What to do?
If they couldn't find the hostages, they wouldn't be able to rescue them in the given ti. Launching a direct assault on the warlord's main base was too difficult, and there was no guarantee that the hostages would be there—it was not a viable option. A direct attack wouldn't work, and passive waiting was even worse. Without any leads on the hostages, what to do?
After pondering for a while without any lead, ti slipped away unconsciously. At dusk, the transport helicopter arrived at the border. Continuing further could cause misunderstandings, so the helicopter hovered over a forest and lowered ropes. Everyone quickly rappelled down the ropes to the ground.
Once on the ground, they ford a circle back-to-back, their cold gun muzzles aid forward, emitting a deadly aura. The helicopter pulled up and turned to leave. Luo Zheng's eyes glinted with a high fighting spirit. He glanced at Lan Xue, who nodded back, signaling Luo Zheng to take command. Without hesitation, Luo Zheng coldly issued orders through the headset, "Brothers, the mission begins. Everyone, be careful and advance in a search formation."
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