He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

A non-commissioned officer is still a non-commissioned officer, but the addition of the word "sergeant" at the end provides at least a more solid guarantee for their future in the military.

Upon closer examination, the Red Cell Special Operations Team has now become almost an officer-led combat squad.

Zhang Beixing, needless to say, is the youngest army lieutenant colonel in the entire military region.

Deputy Captain He Chenguang was also promoted to lieutenant for his outstanding combat achievements.

Song Kaifei and Xu Tianlong were already lieutenants in their original units, and during their campaigns with Zhang Beixing, they naturally rose further in rank.

And then there's Caesar, the only military dog ​​in the entire military region to receive a first-class merit award!
A surge of pride and self-satisfaction welled up from the bottom of his heart, and a smile involuntarily appeared on Zhang Beixing's lips as he thought of this.

At this moment, the special operations team was working hard in the restroom.

Mops, towels, toilet brushes, along with soap and disinfectant, were all put to use.

With towels wrapped around their heads, the team members began to thoroughly clean the toilets as instructed by Zhang Beixing.

"Over the mountains and across the sea, there lives a group of rookies. They are clever, lively, and brave, and they are all exceptionally handsome!"

"Wash, wash, wash, wash, wash, wash, oh oh!"

Cheerful singing echoed in the restroom, where everyone was busy.

Li Erniu, who had embarrassed himself in front of the military commander today, worked extra hard and volunteered to clean the toilets. He didn't mind the pungent smell at all and worked with great enthusiasm, twisting his strong body.

Wang Yanbing peeked out of the cubicle and glanced at Erniu, then couldn't help but make a vomiting face.

The other team members also craned their necks to look over, and seeing Erniu's enthusiastic yet clumsy dance moves displayed on his strong body, a strong sense of incongruity washed over them.

"vomit--!"

Everyone burst into laughter.

Zhang Beixing walked in from outside and loudly ordered, "Everyone assemble!"

Upon receiving the order, the team members immediately put down their tools, took off the towels wrapped around their heads, and quickly ran outside to assemble.

Led by He Chenguang, the team members quickly ran to the outdoor playground and lined up neatly, standing with their hands behind their backs.

Zhang Beixing began his speech: "I'll just say one thing: let's congratulate Comrades Wang Yanbing and Li Erniu on becoming honorable sergeant majors from today onwards."

After he finished speaking, he took the lead in clapping, and the others followed suit, clapping to congratulate him.

Wang Yanbing and Li Erniu exchanged a glance. It would be a lie to say they weren't disappointed, but the joy in their eyes was equally undeniable.

The road to promotion is long. I heard that Wang Niu, a tank soldier in the neighboring Ninth Brigade, is a ten-year veteran who has failed the promotion exam five times. Compared to him, they are already lucky and would never harbor any resentment because of this.

"Take a step forward!"

Wang Yanbing and Li Erniu immediately took a step forward, looked straight ahead, and stood tall with their chests out.

Zhang Beixing stepped forward and walked up to the two men, removing their collar insignia one by one and replacing them with brand-new sergeant major badges.

"Special operations forces are equipped with special equipment, trained with special skills, and tasked with special missions, not given special treatment. I hope you will continue to work hard and live up to the trust of your superiors and the people."

"Loyal to the motherland! Loyal to the people!" the two shouted in unison.

—Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Thunderous applause erupted once again.

The two turned around and snapped to attention, raising their hands in salute.

……

Night fell, and the Wolf Fang Special Operations Brigade's camp was quiet. After a full day of rigorous training, all the soldiers were fast asleep.

But the world is not all sunshine and rainbows; some shadows are creeping in from the darkness.

On the southeast coast, a foreign cargo ship slowly cuts through the waves and struggles to approach the waters of Donghai City.

The cargo ship cut through the thick night, gradually slowing down, while the multinational warships that were chasing it all stopped at the border of international waters.

This is a cargo ship carrying dangerous chemicals, and the crew members are not benevolent people, but rather ruthless terrorists.

The ships that pursued the cargo ship were a joint force of multiple countries.

Under tight encirclement, the cargo ship had nowhere to escape and was forced to venture into China's territorial waters.

After entering the southeastern coast, the sounds of fighting ceased.

The cargo ship's deck was riddled with bullet holes, indicating that several intense firefights had taken place on board.

Dozens of masked men armed with AK47s stood on the deck. The leader, with a scar on his face, was codenamed "Old Eagle."

As night fell, the glow of the cigarette flickered faintly.

The old eagle muttered to himself, "If I could, I would rather die than come to China."

One of his trusted men whispered, “But we have nowhere else to go; we’ve now entered this country’s territorial waters.”

"Then we can only pray for good luck," the old eagle said viciously. "At worst, we'll all perish together!"

As he spoke, he glanced at the cabin behind him—where a separate container held a dozen or so ice blocks containing dangerous chemicals, the red numbers on the thermometer flashing in the darkness like the color of blood.

The highest operational command center of the Southeast Military Region!

Figures in military uniforms moved back and forth in the command room, countless military boots treading the ground, a scene of bustling activity.

"According to a UN report, the cargo ship 'Vincent' is carrying core components of the CVX chemical weapon, and the consequences of a leak would be unimaginable," someone reported.

Lieutenant General Gao Shiwei personally oversaw the command.

Upon hearing this news, the staff officers all frowned. A cacophony of voices filled the command room.

"CVX2? K2 organization again?"

"Impossible, the black cat is dead!"

"Have these terrorist organizations set their sights on Donghai City again?"

"We must not let it reach the shore; we must sink it at sea!"

An Air Force major general stepped forward and solemnly made a guarantee.

"The Golden Eagle Air Squadron is fully assembled and ready to take off at any time to intercept and sink the target!"

Gao Shiwei asked seriously, "Are you confident?"

The Air Force Major General nodded emphatically: "With our ace pilot Zhang Qi leading the team, there will be absolutely no chance of failure!"

At this moment, another army major general stood up to express his opposition.

“It’s not feasible. If we sink the cargo ship, the chemicals on board will also explode. If these toxic substances spread in the ocean, the southeast coast will become a dead zone.”

Upon hearing this, Gao Shiwei's brows furrowed instantly.

"The reason why the warships of the multiple countries did not choose to sink the ships directly, but instead sent commando teams to board and seize them is precisely because of this."

The Air Force Major General fell silent and said no more.

Sending fighter jets to carry out attack missions is no problem, but no one can bear the potential consequences of the battle.

Gao Shiwei nodded, and finally let out a long sigh.

"I understand. So, the only way to eliminate the danger is to send a commando team aboard the ship... Heh, launching a surprise attack at sea, that's practically a suicide mission."

He Zhijun, who had been silent all along, suddenly stood up.

"Leave it to us; assault missions are the specialty of special forces."

“Of course.” Gao Shiwei’s gaze sharpened. “This mission must be entrusted to you. Order the special forces to prepare to board the ship!”

"Sir, which special forces unit should we dispatch for this mission?"

Which team?

Gao Shiwei frowned and pondered for a moment before making a decisive decision.

"Red blood cells!"

"Yes, sir!" He Zhijun saluted, his voice firm and decisive. "Notify the Red Cell Special Operations Team of the Wolf Fang Special Forces Brigade to launch an immediate attack!" ...

The military games office was brightly lit.

In order to bring domestically produced military games to market as soon as possible, Zhang Yingying has become accustomed to working overtime all night long.

Suddenly, her phone rang without warning.

Zhang Yingying stopped what she was doing and looked down at her phone.

She was stunned after just one glance.

This is a military-grade encrypted number, which has not been seen for many years.

Zhang Yingying answered the phone, and a strong, powerful voice came through the receiver.

"The night gave me black eyes."

Without hesitation, Zhang Yingying replied, "I will use it to seek the light!"

"Welcome back, Swallowtail Butterfly."

"Greetings, Commander! Please give your instructions!"

The man's deep voice slowly rang out.

"I sent you a photo; this is your task."

Zhang Yingying exited the call interface, glanced at the photo on the screen, and frowned slightly.

"Old Eagle?"

"That's right, he's an old acquaintance of yours, and he hates you to the core. Are you scared?"

Zhang Yingying smiled slightly, neither expressing fear nor apprehension.

"If war comes tomorrow, I'm ready!"

……

The following morning, the Z-8's propellers whipped up a violent whirlwind and roared loudly.

A series of synchronized footsteps echoed across the ground. Following the issuance of the special operations mission, the entire Red Cell team, fully armed, quickly boarded the aircraft.

On the vast sea, a fierce wind howled. The terrorists' cargo ship cut through the waves, leaving two white trails as it sped toward the shore.

Two fighter jets sped across the sky, roaring as they lowered their altitude before pulling up again to continue their cruising and circling.

One Z-8 attack helicopter and two Z-10 attack helicopters hovered in mid-air, their black cannons pointed at the cargo ship below.

A sense of tension and oppression instantly filled the sea.

A bilingual loudspeaker warning could be heard high in the sky.

"Warning! This is Chinese territorial waters. You have illegally entered with weapons and are suspected of terrorist activities. You are hereby ordered to immediately change course, or we will take decisive measures!"

"Warning! This is Chinese territorial waters. You are illegally entering with weapons, suspected of terrorist activities. Now you are ordered to turn around immediately, or we will take decisive measures!"

The warning helicopters dared not get too close to the cargo ship. The ship was heavily armed, with various rocket launchers pointed at the sky, posing a significant threat even to helicopters.

Old Eagle and his men hid behind deck bunkers, with AK47 muzzles protruding from the gaps, creating a tense standoff.

Inside the cockpit of the WZ-8 attack helicopter, fully armed Red Cell team members are conducting final checks.

He Chenguang calmly wiped the Type 85 sniper rifle in his hand, showing no fear.

The others did the same, heads bowed, organizing their combat gear, ready to act at any moment.

Zhang Beixing remained calm and composed, engrossed in reading his unfinished book, "An Introduction to Ancient Mechanical Arts." Everyone was already used to this.

"Brother Beixing, we're about to board the ship for battle. Don't you have any instructions for us?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Beixing put down his book, slowly raised his head, and seemed to be deep in thought.

Do you need any instructions?

“You are not the same people you were a year ago, and you are even stronger than when I first met you. These thugs in front of you are nothing but chickens and dogs.”

"If you can't solve this, you might as well submit your retirement applications as soon as possible."

The team members all chuckled. Having survived countless battles, they no longer took the enemy before them seriously.

Of course, this is a strategic act of contempt, but tactically it must be taken very seriously!
"Oh, right," Zhang Beixing added as if suddenly remembering something, "Director Zhang will also be participating in this operation, so be careful to avoid accidental injuries."

"However, you don't need to be too worried. Director Zhang's skills are no less than any of yours."

"clear!!"

A storm is brewing on the sea, and the howling wind is tearing at everyone's eardrums.

The satellite phone next to Lao Diao suddenly rang, and he pressed the answer button.

“Old Eagle, instead of staying abroad, you’ve come to China to cause trouble. You’re courting death,” Gao Shiwei said sternly.

“I’m sorry, I have no choice. I didn’t want to come here either, but I have nowhere else to go.” The old eagle said confidently, “As long as you let me leave, we can both live in peace.”

"Wishful thinking! We will not allow you to approach the shore. You should be able to see that I can order your ship sunk at any time!"

"No, you won't. You know how dangerous the things on my ship are, you'd definitely be willing to talk to me properly."

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone before a response finally came.

"I understand. I will send someone to negotiate with you."

The old eagle chuckled coldly, its eyes flashing with ferocity.

"Then I'll await good news."

Snapped!
—Beep beep beep…

The gale on the sea gradually subsided, and flocks of seagulls circled and flapped their wings between the azure sky and white clouds, occasionally letting out loud cries.

...If it weren't for the several armed helicopters carrying artillery hovering above the ship at that moment, this would have been a peaceful morning.

A helicopter slowly descended and finally landed smoothly on the ship's deck.

The terrorists on the ship, like startled birds, all raised their AK47 rifles and pointed them in the direction where the helicopter was landing.

The helicopter door opened, and a tall figure in military uniform stepped out.

When the terrorist leader, Old Eagle, saw the newcomer's face, he was taken aback at first, then slowly raised his hand to signal, and the gun barrels of his subordinates around him gradually lowered.

As Zhang Bei walked off the plane, the helicopter immediately took off, the strong wind whipped up by the rotors making his neat short hair fly wildly.

Heavy, wary footsteps echoed on the deck. Zhang Beixing brushed his disheveled hair behind his ear, a faint smile playing on his lips as he gazed ahead.

The old eagle walked up to him, and a smile gradually appeared on its face, but the smile was mixed with bitterness and hatred.

"I never expected that this accidental trip to China would lead me to meet you."

Zhang Beixing said neither humbly nor arrogantly, "If you hadn't come, we might never have met again in this life. But since you've come, I must bring you to justice."

“It’s been a long time, Chinese officer. We’re practically strangers who know each other well. Can you tell me your name?” Old Eagle stared intently at Zhang Beixing.

"The name has no meaning."

"Of course there is!" The old eagle's eyes flashed with murderous intent. "I need to know who betrayed me back then!"

Zhang Beixing slightly raised his lips, his expression showing no fear.

"I have never betrayed anyone. I have always been a soldier of China."

The old eagle growled angrily, "I should have guessed it was you! I really want to kill you now... you despicable undercover agent! See this eye? It's a prosthetic eye! It's all thanks to you!"

Zhang Beixing shook his head: "As your most trusted subordinate, I still hope you can trust me one more time."

Zhang Yingying, formerly codenamed "Swallowtail Butterfly," once infiltrated a large overseas terrorist organization and gained the trust of its leader. (End of Chapter)