He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

"They're all special forces soldiers?" La Qiangdong exclaimed in surprise. "That's incredible!"

Zhang Nengliang scoffed dismissively, "You're just listening to his bragging. How could everyone be a special forces soldier?"

"Hey, don't you believe me?" Yu Dalei and Zhang Nengliang had never gotten along, and upon hearing this, he immediately retorted, "Not only that, I've also heard that there are separate special operations teams within the special operations brigade. These people are the special forces among special forces, each one a one-in-a-million expert, each one at the level of Yang Junyu."

Hearing this, Zhang Nengliang was even more skeptical, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "Heh, are they all at Yang Junyu's level? Just one Yang Junyu gave us a run for our money back in recruit training. If a whole bunch of Yang Junyus showed up, what would be the point of our exercise? We might as well just surrender!"

La Qiangdong, standing to the side, disagreed with his view, his clever little eyes darting around: "You can't say that. In war, there are wins and losses, and it's not something that one or two special forces soldiers can control. Otherwise, why would the country spend money to support our armored forces?"

As he spoke, his eyes suddenly lit up: "By the way, speaking of energy, do you remember that guy we met at the convenience store last time? Wasn't he the one who participated in the Wolf Fang selection? Do you think they might run into him this time?"

Zhang Nengliang certainly knew who La Qiangdong was talking about. He still vividly remembered the time when he was beaten unconscious by the other party.

"Him?" Zhang Nengliang said dismissively. "Judging from his appearance, he's probably been eliminated long ago."

"No way, the guy I'm interested in is pretty amazing. He took down two armed thugs in the blink of an eye. It really scared me to death," La Qiangdong said with lingering fear. "If it weren't for him, we'd probably both be finished by now. Anyway, I think he's definitely going to make it."

Zhang Nengliang rolled his eyes helplessly: "Fine, fine, even if he becomes a special forces soldier, so what? Does he think he can shoot down my tank with one shot?"

“I’ll just leave the tank there and let him shoot at it. Can he even touch it?” Zhang Nengliang said smugly.

La Qiangdong muttered under his breath, "Weren't you assigned to the repair team? Where did you get a tank from...?"

"Can't I just steal one from the battlefield?" Zhang Nengliang said angrily. "I hope I don't run into that bastard on the battlefield, otherwise I'll blow him to pieces with one shot and let him show off."

Listening to the two talking so casually, Yu Dalei couldn't help but ask curiously, "La Qiangdong, who exactly are you talking about? Zhang Nengliang has actually been beaten up? Hehe, then I'd better thank him properly."

Zhang Nengliang blurted out in an annoyed tone, "Zhang Beixing!"

……

"Achoo!" Zhang Beixing, who was leading his team in stealth and searching for the enemy in the night, suddenly sneezed.

He scratched his head in confusion, wondering who was thinking about him in the middle of the night instead of sleeping.
Could it be that Anran was having trouble sleeping at night because she was thinking about herself?

Upon thinking of this, Zhang Beixing couldn't help but chuckle.

Just then, a tactical signal flare suddenly shot straight into the sky not far away, blooming and exploding like fireworks in the night.

He Chenguang exclaimed alertly, "This is bad. The enemy has discovered us. It must be their reconnaissance unit."

The magnesium incendiary bomb emitted a blinding light in the night sky, instantly illuminating the entire field.

Both sides' hiding places were now completely exposed to each other's view.

He Chenguang guessed correctly; the other side was indeed the reconnaissance special operations company led by Yang Junyu!
Zhang Beixing said leisurely, "I really didn't expect to run into the Ninth Brigade's special forces right away. This luck, tsk tsk, is he blessed by the God of Luck?"

“They’re calling for backup…” Zhang Beixing said, his gaze sharpening, and then he ordered, “Quickly finish this!”

A great Chinese martial arts master once said that offense is the best defense.

Seeing that Yang Junyu's Ninth Brigade Special Operations Company had a numerical advantage, at least twice that of the Red Cells, Zhang Beixing decided to take the initiative to prevent being put on the defensive!

In the deep darkness of night, with a full moon hanging high overhead, two special forces teams encountered each other on the overgrown ground, and a fierce battle was about to break out.

Realizing that the other side was also a reconnaissance special forces unit and that their numbers were far fewer than their own, Yang Junyu immediately made a decision without hesitation: his rifles fired in unison, and under the suppression of fire, the special operations company began to split up and launch a surprise attack, intending to encircle the Red Cells.

He's going to wipe out this special forces unit!

However, his expectations were far from reality. The enemy's response far exceeded his expectations.

The red blood cells didn't give him the time he wanted to surround and annihilate them. In the instant the firefight began, Zhang Beixing temporarily handed over command to He Chenguang.

He himself moved at full speed like a powerful arrow, instantly breaking away from the combat group.

Zhang Beixing was like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath, flashing with lightning speed, instantly tearing through the silent night!

He moved with incredible speed, charging forward rapidly through a hail of bullets while simultaneously raising his gun and firing.

Bullets whistled through the night wind, their sharp cries echoing in the air. Each pull of the trigger took away a Blue Team soldier. In just a few seconds, Zhang Beixing alone had completely disrupted Yang Junyu's battle plan.

The Red Cell team members followed closely behind, unleashing a barrage of powerful firepower that swept towards Yang Junyu's Blue Team like a tidal wave.

Watching Zhang Beixing charge left and right, constantly rushing towards their side, Yang Junyu was stunned and couldn't help but curse, "Holy crap! So fierce?"

"A bunch of beggars, what are they good for? So many of them couldn't even hit him!"

The team member explained with a pained expression, "There's nothing we can do. He's too fast, and it's nighttime, so it's too difficult to aim."

Yang Junyu angrily retorted, "Bullshit! How can he hit so accurately? Did he cheat?"

Zhang Beixing: "..."

The team members shrank back dejectedly and quickly increased their firepower, hoping to stop Zhang Beixing's advance with a hail of bullets.

However, Zhang Beixing certainly wouldn't give them that chance. The two sides were only a few hundred meters apart, and with him at full speed, they would be there in a matter of seconds!

Zhang Beixing charged into the Blue Army's position, and the Special Operations Company's firepower was interrupted, forcing them to passively engage in close combat.

Seeing that his battle plan had been disrupted, Yang Junyu had no choice but to immediately change his battle plan and use walkie-talkies to call the troops that had been sent out to come to his aid.

But the red blood cells were never just Zhang Beixing alone. After Zhang Beixing rushed into the Blue Army's position, the other team members twisted together like a sharp knife with overwhelming force and pierced straight into the enemy's command center.

A burst of machine gun fire rang out at Yang Junyu, who was deploying his troops. He quickly dodged the bullets. Yang Junyu yelled, "Fight back! Don't let them look down on us!"

Bullets whizzed through the air, flashing brilliantly in the darkness. The intense gunfire echoed across the desolate plains; the battle raged fiercely, with special forces soldiers frequently struck by bullets, their vests flashing sirens incessantly.

The iron cavalry charged out, swords and spears clashing, and the two sides clashed violently, engaging in close combat!

Zhang Beixing dodged several rifle bullets with a somersault, and in the instant he stood up, he grabbed the Blue Army soldier's rifle.

With a forceful pull, the soldier's body flew forward uncontrollably. Zhang Beixing then delivered a chop to his back, causing him to collapse to the ground.

Following the same method, the other two Blue Army soldiers who charged forward were all dealt with by Zhang Beixing using his fists and feet.

He Chenguang and Xu Tianlong were both martial arts experts who had practiced since childhood. Ordinary special forces soldiers were no match for them. After each of them took down one person, they were able to defeat them.

Seeing that things were not going well, the Blue Army immediately abandoned hand-to-hand combat and drew their pistols to shoot, but He Chenguang, who was quick-witted and agile, disarmed them and kicked them away.

After Li Erniu took down one of the Blue Army soldiers with a light machine gun, he encountered Yang Junyu, who was closest to him.

Yang Junyu drew his pistol and swiftly moved to fire several bursts, taking down Li Erniu, who couldn't dodge in time. Erniu was immediately filled with frustration: "I'm eliminated already? How embarrassing!"

Yang Junyu struck his target with a single blow, unwilling to waste any more time on Erniu, and turned to face Zhang Beixing, whose fighting power was the most ferocious.

Just then, a dark figure suddenly leaped up like lightning. Yang Junyu was startled and quickly retreated, but he was still a step too slow and the pistol was snatched away by the dark figure.

He looked closely but saw a military dog ​​grab his pistol and quickly retreat from the battlefield.

Yang Junyu stared blankly at the retreating figure of the dark shadow.

What's happening here?
When did even military dogs learn to ambush?
The battle situation changed in an instant, leaving Yang Junyu no time to think. As he dropped his pistol, he suddenly pulled on the rifle behind him.

Unfortunately, before he could even get his hands on the gun, He Chenguang, who had rushed over to provide support, kicked him away.

Startled again, Yang Junyu immediately stepped back and assumed a fighting stance to meet the enemy.

He Chenguang, with his pride as a martial arts champion, naturally did not hesitate when the other party prepared to exchange martial arts skills.

"drink!"

With a shout, He Chenguang leaped forward and engaged Yang Junyu in a flurry of punches and kicks.

"A bunch of beggars! Who are you people anyway?"

Yang Junyu, breathless from the barrage of punches from He Chenguang, roared and asked.

He Chenguang's eyes were cold and decisive as he succinctly stated: "Red blood cells!"

"Red blood cells?" Yang Junyu fought and retreated, "A good name is like a cell, infiltrating the enemy's body—truly powerful!"

Yang Junyu demanded, "Are you soldiers from the Wolf Fang?"

"No comment!" He Chenguang threw a punch.

Yang Junyu, as the company commander of the special operations company, was already quite skilled. Normally, taking down two or three special forces soldiers would be a piece of cake for him.

Unfortunately, he was out of luck and encountered He Chenguang, a martial arts champion who had gone through a life-or-death ordeal!
Yang Junyu couldn't gain any advantage and could only passively defend himself, trying to find an opportunity to counterattack.

Seeing that the two were locked in a stalemate, Xu Tianlong got anxious and rushed over to join the fray.

The two martial arts masters were now fighting one against one, and Yang Junyu's situation immediately turned around. Yang Junyu was at a disadvantage and could not defend himself at all, retreating all the way back.

Yang Junyu was punched in the face, his vision went black, his movements immediately became chaotic, and his lower body became unstable. He was directly swept down by Xu Tianlong's leg whip.

Yang Junyu rolled over, his vision obscured in the darkness. He picked up a rifle from somewhere on the ground, stood up abruptly, and pointed it at the two frozen figures with a smile.

"Hehe." Yang Junyu shook his head smugly, "In war, brute force alone isn't enough; you need brains. Your red blood cells are indeed very strong, but..."

Before he could finish speaking, there was a loud bang behind him!

Yang Junyu was startled and quickly looked down, only to see that the alarm light on his tactical vest had already gone off.

He's dead?!

Who fired the shot?

Yang Junyu frowned deeply, feeling extremely unwilling to accept defeat, as he was on the verge of victory but was caught off guard and his ship was overturned due to a moment of carelessness.

However, after a struggle with himself, he still followed the exercise rules, slowly lowered his gun, shook his head and sighed inwardly, "What a pity."

"Do you two think you're having a boxing match?"

Zhang Beixing shouted angrily, then walked up from behind with his gun, looking at He Chenguang and Xu Tianlong with a displeased expression and reprimanding them.

"Longlong is stupid, so you're stupid too? Can't you just stand there and give this guy another shot!"

This thing?
Was he talking about himself?

Yang Junyu was immediately displeased upon hearing this.

Hearing the voice behind him, Yang Junyu immediately turned around like lightning.

Yang Junyu turned around upon hearing the sound and happened to see Zhang Beixing, dressed in full armor, brush past him.

Yang Junyu was about to say something when he was completely ignored.

Zhang Beixing came and went in a hurry, without even glancing at him.

I gather.

Yang Junyu was taken aback and felt a little annoyed.

How could a dignified special operations company commander like himself be ignored like this?

A strange anger of being looked down upon welled up inside him and he almost lost his temper, but when he thought that he was now a 'dead man', he managed to hold back and just muttered a curse.

There's nothing I can do; I really did lose.
With such a stark 1:10 casualty ratio laid bare before him, he simply couldn't bring himself to lash out at the victor.

Zhang Beixing walked straight past Yang Junyu and came up to He Chenguang and Xu Tianlong.

If someone's nose isn't a nose or their face isn't a face, they'll immediately give them a good scolding.

"You little brat, you like fighting? After the exercise, I'll give you two a good beating, I won't stand for it until you're half dead!"

Xu Tianlong scratched his head and chuckled, "There's no need for that, Captain. Calm down. I promise I won't mess around like that again, hehe."

He Chenguang stood up straight with a serious expression: "I was wrong! Brother Yu is right to teach me a lesson!"

Zhang Beixing shook his head, indicating he wouldn't dwell on their minor transgressions.

Yang Junyu looked up and around at the entire reconnaissance unit he had led, now completely wiped out. He shook his head dejectedly.

The outcome is already decided, so there's no point in struggling. I just hope I can cheat and buy some more time until the main force arrives to wipe out this special forces unit called Red Cell!
Thinking of this, Yang Junyu immediately decided to stall for time.

Yang Junyu quickly walked a few steps to Zhang Beixing, put down his posture as a special operations company commander, and spoke loudly with a big smile on his face.

"Hello, I am Yang Junyu from the Special Operations Company of the Ninth Brigade."

The pre-battle analysis of the red blood cells had already thoroughly studied these noteworthy opponents. Zhang Beixing naturally recognized him as well, though he didn't know why; he simply didn't want to acknowledge him. (End of Chapter)