He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

Zhang Beixing nodded. "Thank you for your kindness, but it's better to rely on yourself than on others. I have more faith in my own choices."

Zhang Qing, who was standing to the side, quickly nodded in agreement: "That's right, I believe my brother!"

"I also believe in Zhang Beixing."

Rachel's beautiful eyes flickered slightly. Although she didn't know why Zhang Beixing was not optimistic about the rescue plane, she still chose to trust Zhang Beixing's judgment.

Pasha hugged the arms of her two older sisters tightly, poked her head out from between them, and repeated in a clear voice, "Hehehe, you big bad guy, go away! I want my big brother to be with me too!"

Zhuo Yi had a slight toothache. What's wrong with this kid? How did he become a bad guy?!
When a big brat meets a little brat, he has to admit defeat!

Zhuo Yi turned his head, putting away his usual childishness, and looked at Zhang Beixing with a serious expression, offering a kind reminder.

"Brother Beixing, it can't be as far-fetched as you're making it out to be, right? They really dare to attack a UN rescue helicopter?"

Zhang Beixing remained noncommittal, simply saying, "I don't know either. It would be great if they could leave smoothly, but since I'm here, I don't want them to encounter even the slightest danger."

Zhuo Yi opened his mouth, as if to say something more.

Just then, a figure in a suit carrying a safe darted past the two of them.

Zhuo Yi looked closely and realized it was Secretary Lin.

"Old Lin, where are you going?"

Upon seeing that Secretary Lin's target was a helicopter, Zhuo Yi couldn't help but shout out.

At this moment, Secretary Lin only had eyes for the helicopter and ignored everyone else. He climbed into the helicopter without looking back, forcibly pushing a worker who was already seated off the helicopter so that he could sit down himself.

"Hurry, hurry, everyone's here, let's take off!" Secretary Lin urged, clutching the money box full of cash tightly in his arms.

Upon seeing this, Zhuo Yi realized what was happening and couldn't help but curse.

"You bastard! You're pretty quick to run away."

"Everyone has their own ambitions, and we can't force them. If he wants to leave, let him go."

At some point, Old Zhang stood beside the two of them, looked up at the helicopter, and said calmly.

Zhuo Yi turned his head and spat on the ground, angrily saying, "Wait till I get out of here and go back to the country, and see how I deal with him!"

Old Zhang smiled faintly: "Alright, Young Master Zhuo, you're the boss here, and we all give way to you. But once a war breaks out, no one will give way to us."

Zhuo Yi scratched his head sheepishly: "Well, I'm still better than that bastard Lao Lin, at least I stayed and went through thick and thin with everyone, right?"

"His spirit deserves praise! Haha."

As he spoke, Old Zhang's expression hardened, and he lowered his voice.

"Xiao Fan, why don't you get on the plane too? If we really can't break through, I won't be able to explain it to your father."

Zhuo Yi said indignantly, "Old Zhang, don't you believe Zhang Beixing either? Do you think we can't get out?"

“No, that’s not it.” Old Zhang shook his head, glancing at Zhang Beixing out of the corner of his eye, and slowly said in a low voice, “He possesses a power that cannot be ignored, something I’ve never seen in all my years in the army. It’s just…”

Old Zhang sighed softly: "War always involves sacrifice. Even if we are lucky enough to get out, who knows how many of us will survive?"

"I don't care, I'm not leaving!"

Zhuo Yi gritted his teeth and said fiercely, "I will not be a traitor."

As they spoke, all the passengers were seated in the cabin, the helicopter restarted, its rotors whistling as it slowly ascended into the air.

Old Zhang sighed helplessly, "It's too late to leave now."

Zhang Beixing stood with his arms crossed on the open ground, gazing intently at the sky, his brows slightly furrowed.

Secretary Lin sat by the window, watching the helicopter get further and further away from the ground, his face beaming with joy.

Very good!
I'm saved! I can finally leave this horrible place!

However, at that moment, a sharp shriek suddenly came from the distant sky.

"Whoosh...!"

Zhang Beixing's gaze sharpened as an armor-piercing rocket hurtled through the air, its target the joint rescue helicopter!

Upon seeing this, everyone present changed their expressions.

not good!

Those militants have gone mad; they actually dared to attack the UN's rescue helicopters!
The helicopter took off and had just risen to a height of less than thirty meters above the ground when suddenly, an RPG rocket came hurtling towards them from afar.

"boom!"

With a deafening roar, the helicopter was struck by the explosion on its side, causing it to lose balance instantly and plummet rapidly to the side.

Thick black smoke billowed from the tail of the plane, alarms flashed wildly, and screams erupted throughout the passenger cabin.

"Hey, hey, hey! What's going on?"

"Oh my god!"

"Help! Please!"

"God bless!"

"Mom...I'm scared!"

The pilot desperately pulled on the control stick, but the helicopter's power was already damaged and it was beyond human control. It spun rapidly in mid-air and plummeted towards the ground!

"Boom...!"

The helicopter crashed to the ground, its rotor breaking off instantly. The friction with the ground created intense sparks, the cabin windows shattered with a crash, and a massive fire instantly engulfed the entire fuselage.

Everyone who witnessed this scene turned deathly pale.

Even Lao He hadn't expected that these rebels would become so audacious as to dare to attack joint rescue helicopters at will.

This is insane! Utterly insane! This country is completely beyond saving!

Watching helplessly as their last hope of escape was extinguished by the enemy, a huge sense of gloom and despair washed over everyone.

All the workers on the open ground who were looking up to watch the helicopter take off couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"How could this happen? How could this happen!"

"Oh my god!"

"Honey! Honey, are you alright?"

Despite the danger, some people frantically ran towards the direction where the helicopter crashed, trying to rescue their wives from the wrecked cabin.

Zhang Beixing looked at the crashed helicopter and sighed softly.

Indeed, some things cannot be changed. If he could, he really hoped the helicopter could leave safely, but unfortunately there are no "ifs." To survive, he could only rely on himself.

Old He was stunned by what he saw and remained in shock for a long time.

Zhuo Yi stared wide-eyed at the helicopter billowing black smoke, a wave of fear washing over him, his back involuntarily soaked with cold sweat.

Zhang Beixing, who was prepared, was the first to react and immediately called out to everyone.

"Go get the fire extinguisher! Prepare the stretcher!"

At a shout, Old He immediately snapped out of his panic and rushed forward with the security guards. "Quick, quick, save them!"

The workers who were still standing there snapped out of their daze at Lao He's urging and grabbed fire extinguishers to rush toward the helicopter.

Countless people worked together to pry open the cabin door and rescue their injured and crying relatives inside.

Secretary Lin, who had been bruised and bleeding from the head, was roughly dragged out of the room. She was disheveled, her face covered in blood, and the safe she was carrying had been broken open, scattering banknotes all over the floor.

Without thinking twice, Zhuo Yi rushed forward and kicked him.

With a loud "thud," the large sole of the shoe struck Secretary Lin squarely in the chest.

Zhuo Yi kicked Secretary Lin, who had just managed to regain her footing, sending her sprawling to the ground, where she fell flat on her face.

Zhuo Yi angrily cursed, "Old Lin, let me tell you, don't think this is over. If we survive, you'll start from the bottom of the factory and work as a toilet cleaner!"

Secretary Lin fell from heaven to hell. She thought she could escape safely, but she almost lost her life. Her face was stunned and she wanted to cry but couldn't.

At this point, he couldn't care less about saving face, even though he didn't have this thing in the first place.

She knelt on the ground, tears streaming down her face, and clung to Zhuo Yi's leg, refusing to let go.

"Brother Fan, I was wrong, please forgive me this time!"

Zhuo Yi kicked him aside and spat on the ground.

"I've already been lenient by not shooting you dead, you traitor! Get lost!"

"Sigh, fine..." Secretary Lin felt utterly hopeless and dared not say another word, fearing that Zhuo Yi might actually shoot him in a fit of rage.

The injured passengers were rescued one after another and immediately transferred and treated.

The driver was violently impacted and died on the spot. The passengers were not in much better condition, and several workers were also seriously injured and fell into a coma. A bleak atmosphere of sadness and despair enveloped everyone's hearts.

"It hurts so much! Someone please help me! I'm dying of pain!"

"Doctor! Doctor! Please help my wife!"

"Ah, my hand!"

"Waaaaah, it's too dangerous abroad, I want to go home..."

Rachel, being a doctor, immediately joined the rescue team, providing emergency treatment to the injured one by one.

"Put the rubber band firmly into his bleeding point, use a C63 bandage to stop the bleeding, and don't forget to use amoxicillin to reduce inflammation."

"Yingying, come here and help me, I need to relieve that person's pain."

"Oh, okay, sister."

Zhang Yingying also followed Rachel's instructions and bandaged the wounds of the injured.

Zhang Beixing looked up at the factory's perimeter, his brows furrowing slightly.

To the east of the factory are mountains, to the west is rainforest, to the north is the bridge they crossed on their way here, and to the south is the fighting zone between government troops and the Red Turban Army.

The Chinese warships will arrive today, docking at the port of Tria and will not stay for long.

If you want to reach the coastal port today, the shortest route is to go south from the factory.

At the same time, the south is the fastest but also the most dangerous route.

However, if they wanted to get to the port, the first thing they needed to deal with was the rebel army lying in ambush on the outskirts, as well as those ruthless mercenaries.

Thinking of this, Zhang Beixing couldn't help but shake his head slightly, look around at the crowd behind him, and let out a soft sigh.

"This is a bit tricky."

Zhang Beixing secretly pondered in his heart that, judging from the Red Turban Army's initiative to attack the joint rescue helicopter, it was not difficult to judge that the command authority within the Red Turban Army had definitely been reshuffled.

General Audu has probably been killed by his father, and command of the Red Turban Army has changed hands.

But the news that the commander was killed by mercenaries would be enough to shake the entire army. Once it got out, the entire Red Turban Army would collapse like a house of cards, and the situation would become one-sided again. This was not the result that Father wanted.

Therefore, news of General Audu's assassination would not spread so quickly.

In other words, once the mercenaries are eliminated, the Red Turban Army, which dares not attack the Chinese, will be no threat.

After going around in circles, the final result still points directly at Daddy's Dane Strategic Resources!
A cold glint flashed in Zhang Beixing's eyes.

Dane...

This person must die!

After finishing his rescue work, Lao He took a break and came over to stand shoulder to shoulder with Zhang Beixing. He said slowly, "You're right. We underestimated the enemy's determination."

Zhang Beixing nodded slightly, not saying much. This situation was not what he wanted to see either. His gaze slowly returned to Lao He.

"The reason they didn't kill them was because they saw themselves as hunters, intending to slowly toy with their prey until it was destroyed."

Old He curiously looked in the direction Zhang Beixing had been staring at and asked in confusion, "What are you looking at?"

Zhang Beixing did not answer the question, but instead asked in return, "Comrade He, is your health still up to par?"

Old He was stunned, as if he had suddenly understood something.

"Hehe, don't worry, I may be old in body, but I'm still young at heart, I can still fight!"

"That's good then." Zhang Beixing smiled and patted his shoulder, then leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Leave the treatment to others. Come with me, I'll show you something good."

Old He squinted and smiled, "What are you being so mysterious about? Do you know this factory better than I do?"

You'll see when you get there!

Zhang Beixing didn't explain directly, keeping everyone in suspense, which made Lao He even more interested.

The two left the main group and headed towards a secluded corner of the factory. Zhuo Yi, who had just managed to shake off Secretary Lin's entanglement, saw their mysterious figures and quickly followed after them.

"Where are you two going? Wait for me!"

The three of them stopped in front of an abandoned factory that was deserted.

"arrive."

Zhang Beixing chuckled, then stepped forward, grabbed one corner of the iron gate with one hand, and pushed hard. The large iron gate moved with difficulty toward the side of the slide, making a creaking sound that made one's teeth ache.

Unable to resist covering his ears, Zhuo Yi craned his neck and peered inside.

"This place is just an empty factory building; they've even moved all the equipment out. What are we doing here? What's there to see?"

Old He didn't say anything, but looked at Zhang Beixing, who was standing next to him with his arms crossed, with a puzzled expression. Zhang Beixing's face was full of "Don't worry, you'll be very surprised" expressions.

But what exactly should they be shown?

Could it be that they have some secret weapon that allows them to turn defeat into victory?
Judging from Zhang Beixing's confident demeanor, and considering his current situation, it's unlikely he'd be joking...

Filled with endless suspicion, the two followed Zhang Beixing with skepticism, slowly walking into the dimly lit workshop.

"Bam—"

Zhang Beixing pulled the power switch, and the thousand-watt incandescent bulbs hanging from the roof beam of the workshop instantly lit up.

A sudden burst of blinding light filled the entire workshop. Old He and Zhuo Yi instinctively raised their hands to shield their eyes, squinting through their fingers to peek inside. (End of Chapter)