He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

Although Ye Xiaojun didn't understand the rules of special forces, he saw that Zhang Beixing's expression was serious and not like he was joking, so he nodded blankly.

She sighed softly, sounding slightly disappointed.

"What a pity, I wonder how many female soldiers will be heartbroken."

Zhang Beixing didn't care whether the female soldier was heartbroken or not; at this moment, he only felt at peace and couldn't accommodate anyone else.

"It's getting late, Reporter Ye, you should go back and rest early."

"Okay." Ye Xiaorou nodded. "The female soldiers will definitely fight over the photos when they're developed, but don't worry, I'll save one for you."

Zhang Beixing rubbed his forehead and smiled wryly: "Well, thank you very much."

Red blood cell habitat!

When Zhang Beixing announced that he would be working with Lone Wolf on the TV series, the team members were immediately excited.

Everyone started discussing it enthusiastically.

Song Kaifei grinned like a fool, overjoyed to hear that a TV series was going to be filmed.

"Hehehe, if I appeared on TV with this look, I'd instantly become a star, surrounded by a harem... Pshaw! A whole bunch of fans! I'd have to wear sunglasses to the convenience store from now on, right?"

Xu Tianlong nodded in deep agreement:

"That's right, you do look sleazy, and you'd be easy to beat up if you didn't wear sunglasses."

Song Kaifei pouted: "Longlong, you've been quite arrogant lately."

"So what?" Xu Tianlong said with a sidelong glance, "Want to practice?"

Song Kaifei immediately admitted defeat:
"Why do you always resort to violence? We are soldiers of the new era; can't we be a little more civilized?"

Damn it, out of the six people in the dorm, two have been practicing martial arts since childhood and are not to be trifled with, one, Wang Yanbing, is also a good fighter, and the remaining one, Li Erniu, is incredibly strong and can't gain the upper hand. How come he seems to be the weakest?
Song Kaifei was very annoyed and secretly rolled his eyes.

As for Zhang Beixing, that kind of non-human being was not even within the scope of comparison and was directly excluded by the pilot.

Having been beaten countless times, each time with a bruised and swollen face, even the most unruly pilot had to learn his lesson.

Upon hearing the news announced by Zhang Beixing, Li Erniu was filled with envy:

"This Xiao Zhuang is really something."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Beixing's sharp eyes swept over him.

Li Erniu shuddered and quickly added with an awkward laugh, "Of course, my Brother Zhang is still the best!"

Wang Yanbing dropped out of high school and had great admiration for intellectuals like Xiao Zhuang.

"How did he write such a thick military novel?" Wang Yanbing asked, his face full of confusion.

Zhang Beixing pondered for a moment: "Probably because we're poor."

"what??"

The team members stared in surprise.

"why?"

Zhang Beixing blinked, his expression self-assured:
"Nonsense, if they weren't poor, why would they be so foolish as to write novels?"

Before the words were even finished, the team members suddenly realized.

"The captain is indeed the captain; he hit the nail on the head!"

"Oh—I see, that makes a lot of sense!"

"No wonder I couldn't get into university; it turns out I wasn't poor enough."

"My dream is to become a top soldier, just like in the novels!"

Seeing that his team members were too excited to sleep, Zhang Beixing sighed helplessly.

"You really think we're hiring you to film a TV series?"

Zhang Beixing said speechlessly, "Everyone, focus on your work and don't forget the important matter."

"That Ma Yunfei is extremely cunning. We can't let any mistakes slip during filming, understand?"

The team members sprang to attention: "Understood!!" The grueling training for all members of the Red Cell team commenced as scheduled. Under Zhang Beixing's relentless supervision, the team members spent three fulfilling days.
Of course, red blood cells are not the only special forces members who have undergone retraining.

To meet the new challenge of filming a TV series, the Lone Wolf Commando Team, under the personal supervision of Old Gao, also carried out special intensive training day and night.

On the training field of Red Cell and 026, roars and reprimands rose and fell, echoing throughout the Wolf Fang war zone.

"Speed ​​up, all of you! Even the old man at the military region's canteen is faster than you!"

"Remember this: from now on, you're not veterans, you're even weaker trash than newbies!"

"Remelt! Remelt! Refined iron becomes steel, scrap iron becomes slag! Those who can't persevere will all be renamed scum!"

"Answer loudly, what are you?"

The team members roared in unison: "We are soldiers of the Wolf Fang!"

"Wrong! I already said you're scum! Don't you all have brains?"

"I'll ask you one more time, what are you!"

The team members shouted in unison, "We are scum!"

"Excellent, add another 20 kilometers of armed cross-country running!"

"Those who don't want to eat can run a shorter distance, 19.9 kilometers!"

The team members screamed and wailed in agony.

Witnessing this, Zhang Beixing burst into laughter, then added:
"Looks like you have something to say? Then let's add something new: salute Caesar every time you run a lap, and if you forget, you have to run it again!"

Caesar, squatting to the side, watched the spectacle with his tongue lolling out, his dog face beaming.

In a short period of time, the team members experienced three days of hell that were even more grueling than the devilish training.

Upon waking up in the morning, each person should do 100 push-ups, 100 pull-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 high knees, and 100 squats with a gun in hand!

The relentless long-distance running day and night was just an appetizer. During the trust shooting training, bullets grazed their cheeks, and a slight mistake could be fatal—these lessons, which the captain had learned from who-knows-where, made the team members suffer even more.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
Filming location in Yuanshan Town!
Large quantities of costumes, props, and various military hazardous materials were transported to Yuanshan Town in succession by military green trucks.

Xiao Zhuang's close friend, Fatty Zhen, waved his script and loudly directed the moving of equipment.

"Handle with care! Those aren't Japanese equipment; they're supplies for our troops!"

"Hey art director!" Fatty Zhen roared, hands on his hips, "This is a major military production funded by the army this year! Can't you be a little more serious? Do you think this is some kind of anti-Japanese war drama where we're going to tear apart Japanese soldiers with our bare hands?!"

The entire street where the filming took place was bustling and noisy, a truly lively scene.

Xiao Zhuang gazed at the scene he had longed for, a radiant smile on his face.

His lone wolf comrades are all in place to support "Bullets".

At this moment, a military off-road vehicle ignored the crew's attempts to stop it and drove recklessly towards them.

Several stagehands tried to stop the car, but He Chenguang not only didn't stop, he stepped on the gas pedal.

The staff scattered in fright, while the red blood cell team burst into laughter, looking like a bunch of thugs.

Fatty Zhen shouted anxiously, "Who is that? So arrogant! Stop them!"

Xiao Zhuang caught a glimpse of it from afar and quickly waved with a smile:

"Don't shout, Fatty, that's our crew's lucky charm."

Xiao Zhuang eventually found out about Zhang Beixing's investment in TV dramas.

Fatty Zhen was stunned upon hearing this:

"Wasn't it supposed to be investment from the military? How come it's become a person now?"

Xiao Zhuang retorted dismissively, "He's a soldier, so his investment means the military is investing."

The vehicle stopped in front of Xiao Zhuang, and Zhang Beixing jumped off.

Xiao Zhuang and Fatty Zhen clapped together, saying in a serious tone:
"Welcome, producer, for your guidance."

"Who's so gossipy?" Zhang Beixing said helplessly.

Xiao Zhuang looked at him gratefully: "That's not important. Anyway, thank you."

Zhang Beixing shrugged indifferently.

"It's not entirely for you. The TV series is bound to be a huge hit. I'm being prescient by investing early; if I'm late, I won't even get a taste of the profits."

"Remember to invite me to the victory celebration."

Xiao Zhuang nodded emphatically: "Absolutely. However..."

He asked thoughtfully, "Is there really no other reason?"

"It really does."

Seeing Xiao Zhuang's curious expression, Zhang Beixing smiled mysteriously:
"But the specific details will remain confidential for now; you'll find out once filming is finished."

"Believe me, when the mystery is revealed, it will be the happiest moment of your life in ten years."

The Ma family villa in Yuanshan Town had been in disrepair for many years and appeared dilapidated and desolate. Ma Yunfei and Lao Pao the Mountain Wolf stood side by side, having a heart-to-heart talk.

The winter was bleak, and fallen leaves piled up in the courtyard, unattended.

Mountain Wolf Laopao is Xiao Zhuang's new recruit squad leader, a fellow member of Lone Wolf Team B, and also an undercover agent for this mission.

He "killed" his comrade-in-arms, but was also shot in a vital spot. He risked his life to gain Ma Yunfei's trust.

It can be said that if Lao Pao were to betray him now, he would be surrounded by mountains of gold and silver, and enjoy endless wealth and glory.

But the old-timers wouldn't.

Once a member of Wolf Fang, always a member of Wolf Fang!

The old man gazed at the desolate courtyard, a sense of melancholy washing over him. His arduous undercover career was finally nearing its end.

But he was unaware of the expression that inadvertently slipped out in that instant.

It was already keenly observed by Ma Yunfei beside him. Years of living a life of constant danger had made him far too perceptive.

"Old Pao, you're the person I trust most. Tell me, is there something wrong with that film crew?"

The veteran snapped out of his reverie and shook his head seriously:
"I've had people check it out; it's just an ordinary film crew, no problem."

"Is it ordinary?" Ma Yunfei laughed. "It seems like the actor in the film is your comrade-in-arms, Xiao Zhuang."

The old man remained calm and composed, saying, "I know he's just a child who never grew up."

As he spoke, the old man's serious profile revealed a resolute determination to break with the past, and Ma Yunfei watched him silently.

"I'm going out for a bit. When the bosses arrive, you'll greet them for me."

Where is Mr. Ma going?

Ma Yunfei said casually, "I have something to take care of, I'll be right back. I'm leaving it to you."

"Don't worry." The old man's gaze was firm.

Watching Ma Yunfei's departing figure, Lao Pao frowned, suddenly feeling a sense of foreboding.

But once the arrow is released, there's no turning back; the only option is to persevere to the end.

At this moment, a gunman with a buzz cut approached:
"Brother Pao, you really were a special forces soldier in the Wolf Fang Brigade before?"

The veteran was taken aback: "How did you know?"

The gunman chuckled and said, "It really is! I recently read a military novel, and I think one of the characters looks a lot like you."

Military novels?

It's referring to Xiao Zhuang's "The Last Bullet," right?

The veteran gave the gunman a deep look and sighed, "That's all in the past."

The gunman asked curiously, "I heard your comrade is filming a movie in town, aren't you going to go check it out?"

"Let him kill me, to clean house for Lone Wolf?" Old Pao chuckled self-deprecatingly, his dejected expression seemingly genuine.

Acting skills are also a required course for special forces members.

This scene was witnessed by the gunman.

The old man turned and left, his back view as desolate and forlorn as the harsh winter.

The gunman watched the veteran walk away, then dialed Ma Yunfei's number:

"Mr. Ma, the old gun is no problem."

A cold voice came through the receiver:

"Understood. However, I still need to leave the country for a while. Before I leave, I plan to give Xiao Zhuang a big gift."

The entire street in Yuanshan Town has been booked by the film crew, and filming preparations are underway.

More than a hundred staff members were busy working on the long street, which was bustling with activity.

However, there seemed to be some minor trouble on set; although the actors were in place, the cameras were not turned on for a long time.

The crew waited anxiously, and the special forces soldiers were also on high alert.

Under the scorching sun, the photographer was getting impatient.

"Director, it's been an hour already, are we going to film or not?"

"Don't worry, I'll go ask Director Zhuang."

While reassuring the photographer, Fatty Zhen jogged over to Xiao Zhuang's side.

"Director Zhuang, when do we start? What are we waiting for?"

Xiao Zhuang explained, "Wait a little longer, the military director isn't ready yet."

Fatty Zhen looked at Geng Jihui, who remained expressionless.

“We are special forces soldiers, not professional actors. My men need time to get into character.”

The Timberwolves were right; they were indeed waiting.

However, what they were waiting for wasn't to get into performance mode, but rather the signal to act from the veteran.

"How long...will we have to wait?"

The photographer and several crew members standing nearby also expressed their dissatisfaction.

"It's the dead of winter, with a cold wind blowing and the sun blazing overhead. It's both cold and hot. If I don't hurry up and take pictures, won't I be suffering?"

"When will it start? We'll be waiting until the flowers have withered."

"Exactly, soldiers shouldn't put on airs like that..." someone muttered quietly.

With a major battle imminent, the paratrooper, far from his usual good temper, turned and yelled towards the film crew:
"What are you yelling about? You have a problem? Come and talk to me!"

With that, a "click" sounded as the bullet was chambered.

Seeing the special forces soldiers' menacing gazes, the complaining crew members immediately fell silent.

The photographer swallowed hard and chuckled dryly, "Hehe, it's okay, then... then we'll wait a little longer."

The special forces soldiers were on high alert, and as Xiao Zhuang watched this scene, he inexplicably had the illusion of being on the battlefield.

A short while later, the sound of an owl came through the headphones:
"Timberwolves, the veteran has signaled that we can begin."

Geng Jihui nodded silently and turned to Xiao Zhuang, who was standing by, ready for action.

I sighed inwardly: I'm sorry, brother, I hope I didn't ruin your dream of becoming a director...

The thought flashed through his mind, and Geng Jihui looked intently at Zhang Beixing.

"Siberian wolves, it's time to move."

Xiao Zhuang nodded emphatically and raised his hand:

"Okay, ready for live shooting—three, two..."

Before the last "one" could be reached at the exit, the stagehand rushed over:
"Director Zhuang, the producer and his team have disappeared!"

what?
Where are Zhang Beixing and the people from the red blood cells?
Xiao Zhuang was taken aback when he heard this.

Filming is about to start, how come the person suddenly disappeared?
"Disappeared? When did this happen?"

The stagehand stammered, "We didn't notice either; they disappeared in the blink of an eye. They're special forces soldiers; we can't keep an eye on them."

"All gone?"

Xiao Zhuang frowned slightly, sensing that something was amiss.

"Not at all."

The production assistant pointed to the side, where Caesar and Xiao Bao were huddled together, munching on a large bone provided by the crew.

"There's one dog left."

Xiao Zhuang: "..."

Startled, Xiao Zhuang looked at Geng Jihui with surprise.

Geng Jihui also shook his head with a blank expression.

"Don't look at me, I don't know the situation either. Captain Zhang didn't tell me, he must have something urgent to attend to... But don't worry about filming, we're here to help!"

The Lone Wolf team members exchanged glances, ready to strike at any moment.

Xiao Zhuang nodded gratefully and raised his hand, saying, "Okay, get ready to film!"

Upon seeing this, Fatty Zhen immediately raised the megaphone:
"Attention all departments! Attention all departments!"

"Keep quiet, we're about to film!"

All noise disappeared, and the scene became completely silent.

The photographer turned on the camera and gave an "OK" sign.

With on-site sound recording and other departments ready, the microphones, held high, moved around above the special forces soldiers' heads. (End of Chapter)