He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

Niu tore open a chocolate bar, chewed it haphazardly a few times, and asked indistinctly, "Where's Zhang Beixing? Why isn't he eating anything?"

Zhang Nengliang, his mouth also stuffed full, replied in a muffled voice, "I don't know where he went either, but he just texted me to bring him some chocolate later, so I guess he's not coming."

"Oh." Niu nodded, not particularly concerned about Zhang Beixing's whereabouts.

As instructed, Zhang Nengliang secretly slipped chocolates into his pocket while curiously observing the other people in the room.

"Squad leader, this is my first time dealing with foreign troops."

How are you feeling?

"Well, it feels quite novel, and it seems that many things are quite different from ours."

"You'll get used to it. You'll definitely have more opportunities to come to these kinds of events in the future."

The two were chatting idly when, just then, the three members of Harvey's crew walked in from outside.

Harvey's eyes darted around, scanning Niu Nuli and Zhang Nengliang, but he didn't spot Zhang Beixing. A hint of disappointment flickered in his eyes.

After a brief pause, he continued leading the group forward.

Zhang Nengliang didn't even glance at him, originally thinking he was there to cause trouble. But to his surprise, after Harvey sat down in front of them, he had a warm smile on his face, as if all the unpleasantness that had just happened on the field didn't exist.

If Zhang Nengliang hadn't been fully aware of Harvey's despicable nature, he would have almost thought he was imagining things!
But no matter how sincere his smile may be, it's like a weasel offering New Year's greetings to a chicken—he's up to no good...

Oh no, the mighty Chinese soldiers shouldn't be chickens; they should be descendants of the dragon.

Therefore, Harvey's current behavior is like a weasel offering New Year's greetings to a dragon—it's courting disaster!
Zhang Nengliang thought this firmly to himself.

"Niu Nuli, your performance on the field just now was truly spectacular. I'm practically becoming a fan of your Chinese team," Harvey said with a serious expression.

Before the competition started, Niu Nuli could patiently exchange a few polite words with him, but after recognizing his ugly nature, his replies naturally became very perfunctory.

"Yes, thank you."

Harvey didn't seem to care at all, seemingly unconcerned about Niu's attitude, and continued talking to himself.

"Oh, by the way! Where's your tank driver?"

As he spoke, Ha narrowed his small eyes, a few cold glints flashing unconsciously in them.

"His name is... Zhang Beixing, right?"

Hearing Harvey's question, Niu Nuli and Zhang Nengliang exchanged a glance, and both remained silent in perfect unison.
Seeing that the two were completely ignoring him, Harvey was not annoyed and continued patiently, "I originally thought that you, Niu Nuli, were the best tank driver in China, but I didn't expect that I would miss a real master. I would like to get to know this Lieutenant Colonel Zhang Beixing."

Zhang Nengliang sneered: "Come on, stop with your attitude. Our Captain Zhang has no desire to know you."

Harvey frowned slightly, a look of utter confusion on his face.

"It seems you've misunderstood me. But it's not your fault, it's all my fault."

His expression was as innocent as could be, as if Zhang Nengliang and the others had truly wronged him.

"I've heard that in your China there's a story about 'a cup of wine to settle scores.' How about we have a drink together?"

As he spoke, Harvey opened a soda can and waved it at Zhang Nengliang and the other person.

"No," Niu Nuli said righteously, "Our country's military strictly prohibits alcohol."

"Are you a man or a girl? You don't even drink alcohol?"

A hint of regret appeared on Harvey's face.

"I had heard that life in your country's military was very monotonous, and seeing it today, I can confirm it."

Faced with Harvey's sarcastic remarks, Zhang Nengliang glanced at him sideways and retorted without hesitation:
"We never find it monotonous. But you really should have a drink, because there's an old saying in our country: 'Liquor emboldens the timid!'"

what?
Does alcohol embolden the timid?
Is this mocking him as a coward?

Harvey, who had a basic understanding of Chinese culture, immediately froze.

Seeing the two people in front of him treating him coldly, Harvey remained silent for a moment, then decided to throw caution to the wind and lay his cards on the table.

"Very well, then let's meet at the stadium tomorrow."

"Tell that Zhang Beixing, I'll show him just how terrifying the consequences of angering me can be!"

Seeing Harvey's gritting teeth and threatening words, Zhang Nengliang sneered disdainfully, sighed inwardly, and four words came to mind: "No zuo no die!"
How dare he, a military spy who lives in the shadows, provoke Zhang Beixing?

The more Zhang Nengliang thought about it, the stranger his expression became, and the smile he secretly held in his heart gradually became "perverted".

They're still young, after all; they don't know just how petty Zhang Beixing really is...

At that point, Harvey probably won't even know how he died!

"No problem, I will pass on the message to him for you."

Zhang Nengliang, always eager to help, nodded and smiled slightly at Harvey, who looked completely bewildered.

……

As the moon sets and the sun rises, with each blink of an eye, the dawn of the next day illuminates the earth as scheduled.

According to the competition rules, the intense second round of the semi-finals is about to begin. Athletes from various countries have appeared on the starting line, full of energy and ready to sprint forward at any moment.

Vera, a beautiful female officer wearing a camouflage baseball cap, appeared on the podium on time and began to announce the rules of the competition to the contestants from various countries.

"In the second round of the competition, drones from various countries can provide support for tanks."

"However, support is limited to information sharing. Any other actions will be considered a violation and result in disqualification from the competition."

"The semi-final competition will be a simulated counter-terrorism operation in a real combat environment."

"The two countries eliminated in the first round will form a guerrilla force, equipped with weapons such as anti-tank rocket launchers, to intercept the participating vehicles. The participants from each country will need to break through layers of blockade and fire in this simulated battlefield environment and complete the annihilation of enemy targets."

"Good luck, soldiers!"

After announcing the competition rules, Vera nodded slightly to a staff member below the podium.

The male staff member immediately waved the small flag in his hand and announced the start of the competition.

"Go along!"

The signal gun blared in mid-air. The four tanks, poised for action, started up simultaneously, roaring like wild beasts, their plumes of white steam shooting out like arrows.

At the command of the staff, the tanks and armored vehicles charged out one after another.

The rules for the second round of the competition differed from those of the first round, allowing drones to join the battlefield and providing information-sharing support for main battle tanks moving on the ground.

At the same time the tanks started from the starting line, drones from various national delegations also took to the sky one after another.

Holding the remote control device, Huang Xiaomeng completed the final adjustments to the black quadcopter drone parked on the ground, then turned her head and glanced at Gaia, the platoon leader standing straight to the side.

Volleyball captain Gaia nodded, indicating that the drone could take off.

Huang Xiaomeng immediately stood up and retreated to a safe distance: "Attention all groups, the drone is ready to take off!" With a wave of her hand, the four black propellers of the support drone began to spin rapidly, creating a hurricane on the ground and providing powerful momentum to support the drone as it slowly rose into the air, chasing after the Type 965 tank speeding along the road.

The second round of the semifinals will be contested by the four teams that won the first round. The top three teams from this competition will advance to the final, while the last crew to cross the fire line will be ruthlessly eliminated.

After the warm-up phase of the qualifying rounds, each crew's preparation status has reached its peak.

As soon as the competition began, tanks from various countries sped off like lightning, immediately bringing the competition to its most intense and heated stage.

The yellow earth was repeatedly crushed by the tank tracks, countless stones were pulverized and sent flying. The deafening roar of the tanks echoed continuously along the winding and rugged mountain road.

Tank 965 took the lead, charging resolutely toward its target.

Having experienced yesterday's confrontation, Niu Nuli now has a very clear understanding of Harvey. Especially after learning about his weaknesses, no matter how relentlessly Harvey's tanks pursued him, Niu Nuli remained calm and composed in his command.

"Give it gas! Full speed! Don't swerve!"

Niu worked hard to assess the situation and issued advance orders in an orderly manner.

"Northeast direction, prepare to overtake on the curve!"

"Understood," Zhang Beixing replied.

"Zhang Nengliang, request the communications team to share the terrain map so we can be ready to respond to any possible emergencies."

"Received!" Zhang Nengliang replied without hesitation. "Huang Xiaomeng, Huang Xiaomeng, we need drones to provide terrain maps, indicating latitude and longitude."

The female communications platoon responded swiftly and decisively, immediately sending over the terrain map prepared by the drone.

"The terrain map has been sent. Please check your inbox."

However, at that moment, the alarm bells inside the tank suddenly went off.

The next second, a rocket came hurtling towards the tank from a nearby hillside!

"Watch out! Motor vehicle regulations..."

Before Niu Nuli could finish speaking, Zhang Beixing, who had already sensed the movement on the hillside, reacted quickly and made an evasive maneuver the instant the rocket was aimed at the tank and launched.

The rocket that hurtled through the air exploded in front of the tank, but the Type 965 tank perfectly avoided it.

Niu Nuli couldn't help but praise Zhang Beixing's quick thinking: "Captain Zhang, well done!"

If they hadn't dodged that attack, the tank would have lost at least 45% of its mobility. In the next round, they would likely have been eliminated as the last-place team.

Zhang Nengliang asked, somewhat annoyed, "Huang Xiaomeng, what's wrong with you? Why didn't the drone issue a warning beforehand?"

"Nothing was detected in the drone's field of vision."

During the competition, Huang Xiaomeng was too lazy to argue with Zhang Nengliang and simply answered the question about what had just happened.

Zhang Beixing said casually, "It's not a mobile firearm. You should have seen this on the battlefield; it's an RPG rocket launcher."

Niu Nuli nodded in deep agreement:

"That's right. This is the guerrilla warfare tactic. In this open environment, tanks have no cover and are easily destroyed by individual weapons."

"Zhang Nengliang, open up the field of vision and locate the enemy's firepower. We must take him out."

As they were talking, the hillside firing position, seeing that its first shot had missed, immediately fired a second shell.

—Whoosh!

They gave 965 no time or opportunity to find their hiding place.

However, it seemed that all of this was being watched by Zhang Beixing. He made a serpentine maneuver first, dodging the second shell attack once again.

In his haste to locate the other party's hiding place, Zhang Beixing's calm voice rang out, his tone confident and composed, as if he had everything under control, as he reported two coordinates:
"330, 151, prepare explosive rounds."

Lao Niu and Zhang Nengliang had become numb to Zhang Beixing's occasional astonishing actions, practically turning a blind eye to them.

Zhang Nengliang had no doubts and immediately entered the strike coordinate parameters into the fire control system.

Loading, aiming, firing—all done in one smooth motion.

The explosive shell accurately hit the enemy's firing point.

"Well done."

Harvey's tanks also followed closely from behind, eager to try and overtake him.

In the first round, Zhang Beixing's absolute prohibition of overtaking really made Harvey somewhat "suppressed".

Harvey wants to regain face in this round, but he's also afraid of continuing to suffer defeats, so he seems somewhat indecisive.

Zhang Beixing looked at Harvey's timid and hesitant appearance behind him, pondered for a moment, and then, as if he suddenly remembered something, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Just then, something unexpected happened.

Without warning, the Type 965 tank suddenly stalled at the front!
……

"Oh my god, what just happened?"

Vera, who was in charge of hosting the competition, exclaimed through the loudspeaker throughout the venue.

"We see the Huaxia train has stalled on the track! Let's see what's wrong, is it a sudden malfunction?"

Satellite video broadcasts the entire track and field situation clearly, which can be seen by each national delegation from their barracks.

As Yang Junyu watched the sudden situation unfold on the big screen, his brows furrowed involuntarily.

"Zhang Beixing... what is he trying to do?"

Lan Zhiguang was also completely bewildered. After pondering for a moment, he slowly shook his head:

“I don’t know either. But I believe he won’t mess around. This is a competition, not a drill, and Lieutenant Colonel Zhang shouldn’t back down at a time like this. He must have his own special purpose.”

With that, Lan Zhiguang dialed the communications team's phone channel and instructed, "Gaia, don't rush Niu Nuli and the others. Let them handle it themselves."

“Yes, I understand, Brigade Commander,” Gaia replied.

Since the brigade commander had personally given the order to hand over all on-site handling authority to Zhang Beixing, Yang Junyu nodded and said nothing more.

The two stared intently at the large screen, wanting to find out what Zhang Beixing was planning to do.

On the track, this sudden scene left Xavi, who was directly in the tank, completely stunned.

His blank stare was filled with confusion. Just moments ago, he had been hesitating about whether to find an opportunity to avenge his humiliation.

But the "psychological trauma" Zhang Beixing inflicted on him yesterday was too great. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake off the 965 tank's interception, and even a sense of fear began to creep into his heart.

But no one expected that the Chinese team would falter at this crucial moment in the semi-finals? (End of Chapter)