He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

"I said, special forces don't take deserters!" Yuan Lang said sternly. "If you still have objections, feel free to complain to the Wolf Fang Special Operations Brigade, as long as you can afford to lose face!"

Yuan Lang looked expressionlessly at the rookies who knew they were in the wrong and were hanging their heads, and said coldly, "Take off the wolf fang armbands on your shoulders and go back to your original units."

As he spoke, Yuan Lang glanced at the impassive Zhang Beixing out of the corner of his eye and sighed inwardly.

This method is so simple and brutal. With such a sudden explosion, it's immediately clear whether someone is a coward or an elite!
Zhang Beixing didn't even bother to glance at these deserters.

Zhang Beixing stepped forward, walked up to the rookie who had thrown the grenade for his comrade, and asked, "What's your name?"

"Report!" The rookie snapped to attention, answering without looking to the side, "My name is Zhang Xiaowu!"

"Very good, Zhang Xiaowu, you have made a very deep impression on me." Zhang Beixing announced in a deep voice, "From today onwards, you will serve as the platoon leader of the Xiaolong B Team. Any objections?"

Zhang Xiaowu stood tall and proud, his voice booming: "No!"

Seeing that Zhang Xiaowu was so cooperative, Zhang Beixing nodded in satisfaction, then glanced at the gloomy-looking rookies and spoke loudly.

"From this moment forward, every one of you still standing in the ranks is now a full member of the Xiaolong Special Forces Brigade. Congratulations on successfully passing the grueling training. Welcome to the Wolf Fang!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the veterans around him spontaneously raised their hands and applauded, and the applause was thunderous.

Only now have these rookies, who have endured countless hardships, been officially accepted by Wolf Fang. From this day forward, they can finally shed their rookie status and join the ranks of Wolf Fang special forces recruits!

He Chenguang and Wang Yanbing, along with other instructors, stepped forward and took out the prepared Xiaolong Special Forces armbands from their pockets to replace the new recruits' patches.

The wolf fang training armbands that the new recruits originally wore on their shoulders were removed and replaced with a wolf fang dragon head emblem that depicted a sword spitting lightning.

The new recruits, wearing their new armbands, couldn't help but stand tall and proud, their eyes shining brightly, filled with indescribable pride and joy.

Zhang Beixing's sweeping gaze stopped on the team that had won the battle, and the four men looked slightly grim.

This is not surprising, after all, according to the competition rules that Zhang Beixing mentioned earlier, they should be the best in this assessment, so it is understandable that they feel uncomfortable.

At this time, the appointment of the new recruit special operations platoon leader has been issued. Although this will not necessarily lead to promotion from sergeant major to second lieutenant, thus directly leaping over the dragon gate and removing the "sergeant" from the sergeant rank, it at least gives him the opportunity to take a further step forward.

Obeying orders is a soldier's duty. Even though they were unwilling, the four men did not show any complaints and quietly waited for the veteran to replace their armbands.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Beixing smiled slightly, and after the inspection, he suddenly announced another appointment to the group.

"Your captain always keeps his word, and he never forgets what he promised you. I hereby declare..."

Zhang Beixing spoke slowly, and the new recruits and veterans fell silent, waiting for the captain's latest instructions.

"Zhang Xiaowu will serve as the platoon leader of Team B of the Xiaolong," Zhang Beixing announced. "In addition, Team B will be divided into four special operations groups, and the squad leaders of the special operations groups will be Ning Wei, Li Xiao, Zhang Dunlu, and Wang Jianguo, respectively."

The names Zhang Beixing read out were naturally those of the four new recruits who had won the battle.

"I hope that each and every one of you will live up to the trust that the country and the people have placed in you. From this moment on, you must put aside your personal honor and disgrace, and always remember that you are special forces, the nation's first line of defense!"

Upon hearing of this appointment, the four felt that their hard work and suffering over the past few days had not been in vain, and they couldn't help but shed tears of emotion.

It's too difficult, far too difficult...

But thankfully, their efforts paid off!

The four men immediately saluted and replied in unison, "Loyal to the motherland! Loyal to the people! We will not fail in our mission and are always ready!"

The other recruits joined in the roar, their voices shaking the heavens.

"Always be prepared!"

"Always be prepared!"

What are you preparing?
Naturally, we are always preparing for and responding to war, ready to sacrifice our lives for the country and the people, and willing to give our lives for national security and honor!

As the new year begins and spring quietly slips away, the Wolf Fang Special Operations Brigade – Xiaolong Special Operations Squadron – is officially established!

At 3 a.m. local time, the sky was overcast, all was quiet, and a somber stillness pervaded the world.

Suddenly, a blazing flame tore through the dark clouds without warning and plummeted from the high reaches of space toward the ground.

From afar, the black sky seemed to be cleaved in two by an arc of light drawn by a flaming blade, and a blinding red light instantly illuminated half of the sky above the earth.

A satellite, having completed its space exploration mission, streaks across the sky like a meteor, its tail trailing behind it, its heart yearning for home, hurtling towards the embrace of its motherland.

—Boom!
With a deafening roar, the satellite crashed into a vast forest. The immense impact sent all the animals scattering in panic, and a raging fire instantly engulfed the area around the crater created by the satellite, leaving nothing but barren land. The fire only began to subside slowly after a sudden downpour.

That night, along the southern border of China, the military headquarters made a series of calls to the duty rooms of hundreds of border posts, waking countless soldiers from their sleep.

Before dawn, with a light drizzle falling outside, all the border guards had already set out, in squads and platoons, into the vast primeval forest.

At a border post closest to the satellite's predicted landing point, a platoon leader is giving his soldiers a final pre-battle pep talk before they set off.

"Last night, one of our Beidou military satellites was struck by a meteorite during its descent, causing it to deviate from its control orbit and crash into the forest in front of our outpost. As of 3:53 a.m., it has attracted the attention of numerous unidentified armed personnel from abroad."

"Following orders from higher command, we must locate the satellite before these unidentified individuals and safely escort it back to headquarters. Comrades, this is a battle!"

"You should all be well aware of the value of a military satellite, even if your squad leader doesn't tell you. The satellite chip embodies the hard work of countless generations of military scientists in our country over decades, and its value is immeasurable. If it falls into the hands of foreign powers, the consequences would be unimaginable!"

"Comrades, are you prepared to sacrifice yourselves?"

A dozen or so fully armed soldiers stood in neat rows at the outpost, their slightly bewildered yet fearless eyes shining brightly in the darkness of the early morning.

The soldiers raised their rifles high and roared in unison, "We guarantee to complete the mission!!"

The platoon leader nodded in satisfaction: "Very good. There are no soldiers in China who are afraid of death. I have served in border posts for more than ten years, and this is my first time experiencing actual combat. I am just as nervous as you are, but don't be afraid. Your comrades and I will always stand shoulder to shoulder with you in the face of danger!"

"However, not being afraid of death and being eager to die are two different things. I require you to immediately request support from other units the moment you discover the satellite, and absolutely no solo action is allowed."

"The headquarters military region has dispatched special forces, who could arrive at the border to support us at any time. What we need to do is to ensure the satellite's safety to the best of our ability before the special forces arrive," the platoon leader asked. "Does everyone understand?"

"clear!!"

His response was still a unified roar.

The platoon leader waved his hand: "Let's go!"

The border guards immediately filed out and did their utmost to search for the satellite.

The forest is vast, with towering trees hundreds of years old everywhere. Finding a satellite in such a primeval forest is no easy task.

It's like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Therefore, border outposts employ a large-scale manpower strategy; the more people there are, the greater the chance of discovering a satellite.

Time ticked by, and no intelligence about the discovery of a satellite was transmitted through the communication channels used by hundreds of search teams.

People were anxious. Searching and pacing along the border, they feared being ambushed by snipers or other unknown dangers at any moment. Everyone was on edge, their hearts pounding in their throats. Until five in the morning, when the eastern sky began to lighten with the first hint of dawn.

Throughout the primeval forest, light and shadow intertwine, and milky white mist rises and spreads.

The scattered military boots trod across the ground, snapping countless withered branches and fallen leaves with a cracking sound.

Suddenly, the platoon leader leading the squad raised his hand sharply. The soldiers behind him immediately stopped, guns drawn, and looked around warily.

"Platoon leader, what's wrong?"

"Look ahead."

The platoon leader hid his body behind the bushes and carefully raised his hand to point forward.

The soldiers looked up and followed the direction he was pointing.

Countless trees lay fallen in the woods ahead, sprawling haphazardly in all directions. Some were charred, and a faint, burnt smell wafted on the wind.

A new recruit suddenly widened his eyes and couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice:
"satellite!"

The platoon leader quickly covered the new recruit's mouth, his eyes filled with extreme vigilance.

Shh, don't make a sound!

"Quickly, contact other units to provide support! We've spotted a satellite!"

"clear."

A soldier carrying a radio communication device immediately removed the radio from his back and began trying to call other units conducting search missions nearby.

"Snow Eagle calling for backup! Respond if you hear me! Snow Eagle calling for backup! Respond if you hear me..."

However, just as the communication was about to be successfully established, a faint, silenced gunshot suddenly rang out from the swaying shadows of the trees in the distance.

--puff!

……

At 5:30 a.m., the Wolf Fang Special Operations Brigade!
Several hours after the dangerous fall, Zhang Beixing, who was fast asleep at the Red Cell Base, was also awakened from his dream by an urgent phone call from Fan Tianlei.

Zhang Beixing woke up from his sleep, rubbing his sleepy eyes, and picked up the military liaison phone beside his pillow.

The call connected, and Fan Tianlei's deep voice came through the receiver.

His concise first sentence immediately brought Zhang Beixing to his senses.

"Zhang Beixing, get ready. The JF-17's first combat mission is about to begin."

……

In the silent primeval jungle, even the slightest rustling of the wind would alert everyone, let alone a gunshot!
--puff!

The bullet passed through the silencer mounted on the barrel, making a dull thud.

A sharp gust of wind pierced through layers of branches and leaves, disappearing in an instant.

The platoon leader's expression changed drastically, and large beads of sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead.

He immediately and instinctively waved his hand and shouted in a low voice:

"Enemy attack! Take cover!"

As the gunshot rang out, countless birds took flight in the forest, their wings flapping and rustling incessantly, keeping everyone on edge.

A string that could snap at any moment!
The platoon leader, breathing heavily, lay prone on the slightly damp mud, his eyes warily scanning outwards through the grass, trying to use his last bit of strength to find the enemy lurking in the shadows.

A new border guard behind him suddenly stared in astonishment, his mouth agape, his eyes slightly red, and his finger trembling as he pointed at the platoon leader's chest.

The platoon leader was taken aback, then snapped at him in a low voice, "Hold it back! No tears allowed!"

As he spoke, the platoon leader seemed to have aggravated his wound due to the excessive movement, and let out a soft hiss.

The recruits could see that the platoon leader's chest was stained with blood, the dark red blood spreading and staining his camouflage uniform, the color darker on the inside and lighter on the outside, like a blooming rose.

The platoon leader has been shot!
The recruit quickly covered his gaping mouth, not wanting to completely expose the team's location.

In just a moment, the platoon leader's face turned deathly pale, like a piece of pale, fragile paper.

It looked as if all the blood in its body was about to drain away; just looking at it was terrifying.

The other soldiers also noticed this, and their faces showed expressions of surprise, fear, or sadness, but mostly anger.

"Platoon leader...!"

Several soldiers quickly gathered around the wounded platoon leader, their eyes filled with concern and worry.

After a moment of silence, the platoon leader looked up at the sky and sighed. Feeling his blood and strength rapidly draining from his body, he knew he had no chance of survival.

Then he turned his head, forced a pale smile, and tried his best to give the soldiers instructions in a strong tone:

"Hey comrades, a general dies in a hundred battles, his body wrapped in a horse's hide. To die on the battlefield is the highest honor for a soldier, no less!"

The new recruit muttered in a tearful voice, "Platoon leader, but you haven't become a general yet, it's such a waste..."

On a normal day, if the platoon leader saw such a silly greenhorn, he would have kicked him long ago!
How many beatings have you taken? Why can't you ever get it?
But at that moment, the platoon leader simply didn't have the strength left to kick anyone.

The platoon leader's voice faded, becoming barely audible.
"Then don't let my sacrifice be in vain. Protect the satellite and wait for reinforcements. We absolutely cannot let the satellite fall into the hands of foreign personnel. This isn't about money; it's about national security and military honor. You mustn't let me fail..."

Before the words were finished, suddenly, a fully armed figure rushed out from the jungle opposite and swiftly ran towards the giant crater where the satellite was located.

Judging from his posture, this person intends to forcibly seize the satellite chip!
A surge of power seemed to come from nowhere. How could the platoon leader just stand by and watch the enemy take the satellite? Knowing he was doomed, he decided to fight to the death!
With this thought in mind, the platoon leader immediately picked up his rifle and rushed out with them.

The platoon leader leaped out of the earthen embankment that served as cover.

While maintaining his balance, he raised his gun, aimed, and fired in one smooth motion!
—Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three precise shots pierced the militant's skull.

The militant, who was rushing forward, suddenly went limp, collapsed to the ground, and died.

The platoon leader charged forward a few more steps, but was instantly shot down by a sniper's gun.

Someone shouted, "Watch out! There's a sniper on the other side!" (End of Chapter)