He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

Just as he was stunned by Zhang Beixing's sniper bullet, Zhang Beixing also received the message that Li Huamao and his team were ready to attack at any moment.

Without hesitation, Zhang Beixing pulled the trigger. The rats closest to the Huaxia Second Team were successively blown to the head by Zhang Beixing.

Black Cat and Orange Cat drew their pistols and rushed into the space where Zhang Beixing had cleared out the enemies. They used their daggers to rescue the seven members of Team Two.

The remaining rats, suddenly losing their leader, scattered in panic. Zhang Beixing shot and killed two rats that were running towards him.

Zhang Beixing issued the following instructions:
"Tanuki cat, big-faced cat, don't let any mouse escape."

After saying that, he slung the sniper rifle over his shoulder, took out a small, lightweight pistol, and began to move through the valley to catch the remaining rats.

The real cat-and-mouse game begins here.

Twenty minutes later, the entire Night Owl team assembled.

Zhang Beixing stopped in front of the big tree, and under the cover of his night vision goggles, a golden light flashed in his eyes as he activated his Golden Eyes.

There's something off about this tree in front of me. It seems out of place here; it shouldn't be like this.

His eyes scanned the large tree repeatedly, but after a long while, he found nothing except for the method he had used to open the space last time.

No, no, there must be some way to take this entire space away.

In the darkness, the orange cat, feeling increasingly oppressed, moved its paws and took a small step.

Zhang Beixing, who was concentrating on thinking, felt a pain in the top of his foot and reflexively looked down at it.

"Sorry, big cat, it's too dark under the tree."

Upon realizing that he had stepped on Zhang Beixing's foot, the orange cat quickly apologized. If it were really a cat, its fur would have stood on end.

Zhang Beixing didn't pay any attention to the orange cat's actions. His gaze swept downwards, then fixed intently on the ground beneath his feet.

He was instantly jolted!
Right, how come I never thought of that before? This tree is full of mechanical parts, how does it manage to stand here all these years without being blown down by the wind?

There's definitely something wrong. With this idea in mind, Zhang Beixing didn't hesitate and took out an entrenching tool from his backpack to start digging.

There must be something down there that can block my golden eyes.

Seeing Zhang Beixing staring at a tree repeatedly before taking out a shovel and starting to dig, the group of night owls didn't ask any questions, even though they didn't know what he was doing. They silently took out their entrenching tools from their backpacks and followed Zhang Beixing one by one.

The tabby cat and the orange cat exchanged a glance, and then took on the responsibility of keeping watch.

With everyone working together, the roots of the big tree were dug out in just twenty minutes.

Although the night was dark, everyone could clearly see that the tree roots they had just dug out were silver.

The pit was only half a meter deep, but the roots of the entire tree were completely exposed.

Zhang Beixing's golden eyes swept across the area, instantly spotting the tiny green dot hidden within the silvery-white. Without hesitation, he reached out and plucked it off.

This green patch is no bigger than half an adult's fingernail, and it feels warm to the touch, not as cold as one might imagine.

As Zhang Beixing removed the green stone, the once vibrant mechanical tree instantly seemed to lose its soul, turning into a withered, ordinary tree within seconds.

Zhang Beixing had no interest in observing it any further. He put the green stone in his hand into his bag and then went into his own space.

He then slowly breathed a sigh of relief, turned to look at his teammates' still questioning eyes, and gave them a relieved smile:

"Everyone, we can head back now."

Everyone's faces lit up with joy.

This mission is finally over. Although the whole process was thrilling but ultimately safe, and we didn't encounter any particularly strong opponents, the burden on our shoulders was still heavy.

In the office of the commander of the Wolf Fang Special Operations Brigade, He Zhijun was studying a report with his head down.

Finally, he looked up and fixed his gaze on a small green stone in front of him.

Without saying much, he immediately dialed a confidential number and sent someone to pick up the item. This item was no longer something he could touch.

The other party acted extremely quickly, arriving in just three minutes, as if they had been prepared all along and were just waiting for this call.

The visitor was a colonel who looked very capable.

Upon meeting the other person, Zhang Beixing immediately sensed their aura—the aura of kindred spirits, forged through the trials of battle.

"Report, Rocket Special Forces member Liu Qi has come to retrieve something on orders from the commander." Without further ado, the man went straight to his target upon entering.

"Here." He Zhijun knew the importance of this item, so without saying much, he handed it over to the other party.

Liu Qi took the things, turned around, and went out. He paused slightly as he passed Zhang Beixing, and said:

"I have long admired your name, Zhang Beixing."

Without waiting for Zhang Beixing's response, she nodded to him and strode out.

This abrupt and unrelated statement left Zhang Beixing completely bewildered. He turned around and saw He Zhijun, that old fox, smiling innocently at him.

"Want to know about this Rocket Special Forces team you've never heard of before?"

Zhang Beixing glanced at the remaining file on He Zhijun's desktop, and his excellent eyesight allowed him to see his own name.

"Report, it's a military secret, I dare not inquire."

After submitting the report, He Zhijun didn't even glance at him, nor did he offer to let him go back or assign him any tasks.

Zhang Beixing had a premonition that this old fox was probably plotting against him again. Now, seeing his behavior, he was even more certain of his feeling—there was definitely some kind of scheme going on.

Seeing Zhang Beixing answer his question with a serious expression, He Zhijun sighed inwardly. "Sigh, young people are just too mature for their age; they're not easy to fool."

He Zhijun looked at Zhang Beixing standing in front of the desk and slowly spoke:
"This mission was a great success. Do you remember what I told you before you went on this mission?"

After He Zhijun's reminder, Zhang Beixing immediately remembered that before he entered the no-man's land, the old fox in front of him seemed to have mentioned something to him.

Should I go to a military academy for a few days?

This kind of pointless nomination and gilding is meaningless to me, so who would want to do it?

Zhang Beixing firmly shook his head, immediately denying it:
"Reporting to the brigade commander, the mission was too rushed, and I have no recollection of the previous conversation."

He Zhijun's eyes widened; this kid was trying to fool him again. But then he seemed to remember something, and slowly picked up the large teacup on the table, took a sip of tea, and then spoke:
"It's okay if you forget. I was originally planning to tell you that there are new arrangements from above, and you might be sent to another place for some training. If you forget something, then I guess I'll forget as well—where exactly is this new place?"

After speaking, he calmly picked up his teacup and took another sip of tea.

Pshaw, they're just planning to send me to some remote corner again, why make it sound so nice?

Seeing this, Zhang Beixing casually spoke:
"As a high-ranking leader of the People's Liberation Army, you can't speak in a vague or ambiguous way, brigade commander."

Seeing that Zhang Beixing showed no emotional fluctuation, He Zhijun thought, "This kid is getting smarter and smarter."

He swallowed a cup of tea, then dropped the pretense, his expression hardening as he spoke seriously:
"After organizational deliberation, it has been decided that, in recognition of Comrade Zhang Beixing's outstanding performance during his service, he will be specially dispatched to a naval base for training, with no time limit." Upon hearing this, Zhang Beixing touched his ear and said incredulously:
"What? What kind of training would an army special forces soldier like me undergo in the navy? Brigade Commander, you must be joking with me."

He Zhijun said irritably:

"Why would I try to fool you, kid? It's either military academy or the navy, you choose."

Completely baffled, Zhang Beixing continued speaking with a puzzled expression:

"Are you really going to send me to the Navy?"

Although Captain He kept saying he had given him two options, that so-called military academy was not even on Zhang Beixing's radar. In reality, only the navy was left.

"How could it be fake? Why would I lie to you?"

He Zhijun threw the transfer order on the table at Zhang Beixing.

Zhang Beixing opened it and saw that it was clearly written in black and white:

Zhang Beixing, the captain of the Red Cell Special Operations Team, has been transferred to the Navy Amphibious Reconnaissance Brigade. The timing of his transfer will be determined based on his performance.

"So I'm just going to leave like this? The orders say there's no time limit for leaving, aren't you afraid I won't come back?"

Zhang Beixing raised an eyebrow imperceptibly. This shouldn't be happening. Why would He Zhijun so easily send such a formidable general like himself to another side?
Or should an outstanding Army special operations soldier be sent to the Navy? What for? To train new recruits?
"Go away, go away. Without you, this menace, Wolf Fang will be much more peaceful."

"Then I'll really be leaving," Zhang Beixing said tentatively.

He Zhijun quickly waved his hand to shoo him away: "Go on, you little wolf cub."

Seeing that He Zhijun was already in a position to kick him out, Zhang Beixing didn't stay any longer, submitted a report, and left.

The moment Zhang Beixing closed the brigade commander's office door, He Zhijun raised his head, his eyes reddening:

"Little wolf cub."

Such an outstanding soldier, no one would be willing to let him go.

But He Zhijun also knew clearly that Zhang Beixing was a dragon, and he needed more training and a bigger stage.

If I'm not mistaken, the above actions are paving the way for Zhang Beixing's future. The Iron Fist Regiment's next step is to develop towards the navy; this kid has a heavy responsibility on his shoulders.

You have a bright future ahead of you, little wolf cub. Our next meeting will likely be a completely different story.

Fifteen days later, at the entrance of the Wolf Fang Special Operations Brigade.

It was another early morning with the sun just rising. The autumn wind already carried a deep chill.

The entire Red Cell Special Forces team stood in a neat row, their eyes red. Today was the day Zhang Beixing left the Wolf Fang Special Forces Brigade. Carrying his enormous pack, Zhang Beixing walked resolutely along this farewell path.

Standing at the front, He Chenguang shouted loudly, "Salute!"

After finishing speaking, everyone raised their hands and gave Zhang Bei a standard military salute.

Zhang Beixing raised his hand in return.

"Alright, I'm just going to another unit for some training. I'll be back soon, don't be sad."

"Captain, I can't bear to part with you."

Li Erniu choked up as he spoke.

"Captain, we'll miss you too."

The remaining few people, unusually, did not laugh at Li Erniu for crying; instead, they also spoke up with red eyes.

They've been together ever since they enlisted in the army. Zhang Beixing is like a role model for them, a presence that has become a source of security.

It's like a faith, because in their hearts, the Red Cell Captain is an omnipotent being.

Although I knew in my heart that Zhang Beixing would come back after a while, his sudden departure is hard to accept.

Zhang Beixing waved his hand:

"Alright, I'm leaving."

Saying goodbye is hardly appropriate for a mighty and imposing special forces soldier. Zhang Beixing suppressed his reluctance and turned to sit in the passenger seat of the borrowed jeep.

The vehicle started, and the Red Cell Team members followed reluctantly for several hundred meters before stopping.

The entire Red Cell Special Forces awaits Captain Zhang Beixing's triumphant return to Wolf Fang in glory one day.

Long Baichuan, who had been sitting in the driver's seat and witnessed the entire farewell, spoke with a smile:
"How does it feel to suddenly be joining a frogman unit as an outstanding army special forces soldier?"

Zhang Beixing, who had been lost in his own emotions, was startled by these words. Looking up, he saw Long Baichuan's kind and gentle smiling face.

What a chance encounter! It turned out to be Long Baichuan, the captain of the naval amphibious reconnaissance squadron. Zhang Beixing instantly recalled this man's experiences; he was truly a legend.

"I expect life in the Navy Amphibious Reconnaissance Group to be even more exciting than that of the Wolf Fang."

Zhang Beixing raised his eyebrows, smiled, revealing a set of white teeth, and said to Long Baichuan.

Long Baichuan replied with a smile:
"The life of a frogman will not disappoint any Chinese soldier."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Beixing looked intently at Long Baichuan:

"Then I'll be waiting to see."

"Let me introduce myself first. I am Long Baichuan, the captain of the Navy Amphibious Reconnaissance Squadron."

Long Baichuan spoke first.

Zhang Beixing immediately responded:

"Zhang Beixing, captain of the Red Cell Special Forces."

"However, before I take Colonel Zhang to the Naval Amphibious Reconnaissance Group, I'll need to trouble you to come with me to a place first."

As the car rounded a bend, Long Baichuan gave Zhang Beixing a brief instruction.

"No problem, I'll follow Captain Long's arrangements today."

Zhang Beixing responded, but felt that Long Baichuan's way of addressing him was a bit strange, so he glanced at his shoulder insignia—Lieutenant Colonel.

"Now that I've joined your naval amphibious reconnaissance squadron, I'll follow your rules. I suppose you don't assign tasks based on rank, do you?"

Zhang Beixing continued.

Long Baichuan responded nonchalantly:

"That won't do. The rank is what it is; we frogmen will receive the respect due." (End of Chapter)