He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

Despite the ongoing sounds of gunfire outside and the tense atmosphere that enveloped the entire embassy, ​​everyone felt a surge of hope—they knew that their motherland's warships were on their way, and the road home was drawing ever closer.

Meanwhile, after several hours of full-speed sailing, the Linyi, the main ship, finally traversed numerous sea areas and successfully arrived at the inner harbor of Ivia! On the bridge, Captain Gao Yun gripped his binoculars tightly, his gaze fixed firmly on the distant port—the evacuation operation had officially begun!

The azure sea was cleaved by the steel behemoth, and snow-white waves surged and churned on both sides of the bow. The destroyer "Linyi," fully loaded with missile and artillery systems, steadily cut through the waves, slowly sailing towards the port of Ofama in the Republic of Ivia.

"Report!" The communications soldier's voice suddenly rang out in the command room, "We have just received an urgent call from Consul He Qingliu of our embassy in Ivia!"

Gao Yun didn't turn his head, and calmly said, "Speak."

"The embassy convoy, while escorting the last group of nationals to evacuate, was attacked by an unidentified armed group! They have now been forced into a firefight zone and the situation is critical. We request immediate assistance from our side!"

What? Entering the war zone?

Gao Yun's brows furrowed suddenly. Outside the war zone, diplomatic personnel and overseas citizens could enjoy wartime protections under international law; however, once they were in the combat zone, they would face the danger of indiscriminate attacks from all sides. Even if they were to die in such a situation, it would only be classified as "friendly fire"!
"Full speed ahead to port!" Gao Yun's voice suddenly rose. "Immediately contact the Ivia government and request that port access be granted!"

"Reporting to the Captain and Political Commissar, the Ivia government has approved our ship's entry into the port of Ofama!"

Gao Yun raised his binoculars, and the outline of the distant port gradually became clear. Political Commissar Zhao immediately ordered: "All ships, enter Level Two combat readiness!"

A piercing alarm instantly resounded throughout the ship. Naval personnel swiftly took their positions, guns swung in unison, anti-aircraft machine guns were raised, and missile launchers were adjusted—all weapon systems simultaneously pointed towards the port, ready to respond to any sudden threat.

Zhang Beixing surveyed the team members, who were fully prepared and ready to go, his expression calm yet resolute:
"We are about to work in conjunction with the Jiaolong Commando Unit to land in the urban war zone and rescue embassy personnel." He took a deep breath, his eyes sharp. "Is everything ready?"

"Ready!!" The roar was deafening.

Zhang Beixing's gaze fell on Zhang Nengliang, who was organizing his equipment.

"This is urban warfare, there's no room for tanks to play a role. You stay on the ship and wait for orders."

Zhang Nengliang was stunned, his face full of indignation: "Why? Although the squad leader didn't say it explicitly, my unauthorized departure from the team this time should at least result in a major demerit. Now I have a chance to make amends, why won't you let me go?"

He became more and more excited as he spoke: "Yes, the army doesn't make merits and demerits offset each other, but at least it can make everyone look at me in a new light, right?"

Zhang Beixing remained unmoved and said sternly, "Obey orders!"

“Yes…” Zhang Nengliang lowered his head dejectedly.

“Pilot,” Zhang Beixing turned to Song Kaifei, “you keep an eye on him on the ship.”

"understand!"

—Waaah! —Waaah! !

The blasts of warships entering the harbor echoed through the sky. Upon hearing this signal, a cold glint flashed in Zhang Beixing's eyes:
"Attention all personnel, prepare to land!"

"Yes!!"

The real war awaits them.

At the port of Aufama, a group of Chinese citizens under the protection of the Ivia government forces heard the distant sound of a ship's horn. Suddenly, someone pointed to the red flag fluttering in the sea and jumped up.
"It's our warships! They're here! They're here!"

"Finally! That's great!"

Joy spread like wildfire, and the overseas Chinese rose to their feet, cheering and waving their national flags. Meanwhile, the government soldiers on duty nearby wore expressions of envy, and one soldier carrying a camera on his shoulder looked particularly sorrowful.

This was their homeland, their war, and they had nowhere to run. The same thought echoed in the minds of every local soldier: How important it is to have a strong homeland!
As the warship docked, marines quickly rushed down the gangway, set up a cordon and security checkpoint at the pier, and began organizing overseas Chinese to board the ship.

A prominent sign stands on the cordon: "Chinese Navy Security Area. Keep Clear!"

Where the Chinese navy is present, there is a safe harbor. Here, you will not hear the sounds of gunfire, only the serene tranquility of a great power.

Under the guidance of naval personnel, overseas Chinese boarded the ship in an orderly manner. Meanwhile, a joint operation team composed of the Red Cell Group and the Jiaolong Commando Unit boarded armored vehicles provided by the government forces and sped towards the combat zone!

……

In the urban war zone, artillery fire roared and smoke filled the air.

Government forces clashed fiercely with a coalition of anti-government armed groups and terrorist organizations, with bullets flying and people frequently being shot and falling to the ground.

The embassy convoy, escorted by armed police, was forced to take refuge in an abandoned building.

Boom! A rocket-propelled grenade overturned an armored vehicle on the street corner, sending flames soaring into the sky. The joint task force quickly disembarked and advanced in different directions.

Zhang Beixing observed the battle situation on the street, where the two sides were exchanging fire and the gunfire was deafening.

"Captain Yang!" he shouted amidst the deafening roar of artillery fire. "Red Cells, take control of the streets and establish safe passages! You guys go into the buildings to rescue people, shall we?"

Yang Rui turned around and gestured: "No problem!"

"Attention everyone! Gu Shun, Li Dong, seize the high ground! The rest of you, infiltrate from the top floor of the building on the right. Any issues? Received!"

The response from the Jiaolong team members came immediately through the earpiece:

"Machine gunner Zhang Tiande, received!"

"Machine gunner Zhang Yingying received!"

"Demolition expert Xu Hong received!"

"Sniper Gu Shun is in position!"

"Observer Li Dong is in position!"

"Medic Lu Chen received!"

"Signal soldier Zhuang Yu received!" "Good, Zhuang Yu, ensure communication is working!" Yang Rui ordered, "The rest of you, follow me!"

He added through the earpiece, "Team Leader Zhang, the enemy has a numerical advantage and heavy firepower. Be careful!"

"Don't worry about saving people!" Zhang Beixing gave an OK sign from afar.

The Jiaolong Commando Team immediately bent low and sprinted, breaking into the building amidst a hail of bullets.

He Chenguang, Xu Tianlong, and Li Erniu gripped their steel guns tightly, looking at the corpses lying haphazardly on the street, and swallowed hard in unison.

“This city is finished.” He Chenguang frowned.

"This is too tragic, this is real war..."

"Compared to the last time I fought the scorpion, that was just child's play."

Li Erqiang suppressed his nausea and whispered, "That man's legs were blown off, and blood was congealed all over the ground... My goodness, now I know how precious peaceful days are."

There was no time for psychological counseling, so Zhang Beixing immediately gave the order:

"Falcon, find a high vantage point and establish crossfire with Gu Shun!"

"Longlong, cover Buffalo as he reloads; Buffalo, provide suppressive fire; RPG, prepare!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the RPG on Li Erniu's shoulder began to spew flames.

The rocket roared towards the government army's positions, exploding with a scorching shockwave.

The first shot hit its mark, and Li Erniu quickly reloaded. He fired the second shot in quick succession, forcing the militants to flee in terror.

Li Erniu, hiding behind an armored vehicle, turned around and shouted, "Brother Beixing, we only had two shells left! What do I do next?"

Finished? Indeed, the RPG, along with its ammunition, is incredibly heavy; carrying two rounds is the limit.

But could this stump Zhang Beixing?

He grinned: "You only have one thing to do—plenty of rockets to feed these bastards!"

With a wave of his hand—

Whoosh! In the next second, more than twenty armor-piercing shells suddenly appeared beside Li Erniu as if by magic.

Li Erniu, carrying the launcher, stared wide-eyed at the pile of green shells on the ground, completely dumbfounded:

"My goodness! Brother Beixing, where did you conjure up so many cannonballs? Are you Doraemon who has become a spirit?!"

Zhang Beixing rolled his eyes in annoyance. What Doraemon? If we're talking about something, it should be a domestically produced one!
Just then, someone suddenly jumped up from the direction of the government army's position, waving their hands and shouting desperately:

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! There's a car bomb!"

A sharp shout pierced the air above the battlefield, instantly tightening everyone's nerves. The so-called car bomb was nothing more than a despicable and ruthless tactic employed by terrorists—they forced innocent civilians to strap explosives to their bodies and vehicles, then threatened them with the lives of their families, driving them towards their target. Once the vehicle was close enough, terrorists at a distance would press the detonation button, reducing the civilians, vehicle, and target to ashes in the explosion.

Hearing the sound, Zhang Beixing looked up with lightning speed. He saw a dilapidated car rushing madly towards their position. Inside the car, the driver was screaming helplessly, his face filled with terror and despair. Through the scope, Zhang Beixing could clearly see that the driver was tightly chained to the driver's seat, his body wrapped with rings of explosives, tears mixed with sweat streaming down his face—he might just be an ordinary Ivia citizen, but he had become a "human bomb" in the hands of terrorists.

If the vehicle were allowed to rush in, not only would the driver be killed, but the comrades and innocent civilians on the position would also face annihilation. In that critical moment, Zhang Beixing suddenly raised his hand and pulled the trigger of his sniper rifle. With a "bang," the bullet accurately struck the driver's heart, instantly ending his suffering.

Kill one, save a hundred. On the battlefield, this is a choice that requires no hesitation, and it is also the cruel truth.

Almost at the same moment the driver fell, a rocket whistled through the car and exploded with a deafening roar in the open field where the two sides were exchanging fire, flames and thick smoke instantly rising into the air.

Witnessing this horrific scene, Li Erniu's eyes turned bloodshot. He roared as he shouldered his rocket launcher and unleashed a barrage of rockets at the terrorists. "You sons of bitches! I'll fight you to the death!" His furious roar echoed across the battlefield, each launch fueled by a deep-seated hatred for the terrorists.

More car bombs charged towards the position from different directions, seemingly about to break through the defenses. Just then, two sniper bullets were fired from different angles, accurately hitting the car's fuel tank. "Boom! Boom!" Two loud explosions rang out, the fuel tank instantly burst into flames, and the massive shockwave sent the surrounding terrorists flying, scattering dirt and debris everywhere.

"Red Cell's Falcon?" A strange voice suddenly came through He Chenguang's earpiece, carrying a hint of probing and provocation.

While cautiously observing the battlefield, He Chenguang replied, "It's me. You're Gu Shun from Jiaolong?"

“That’s right.” Gu Shun’s voice was full of confidence. “I have to say, you are the best sniper I’ve ever seen besides Luo Xing. You are qualified to compete with me.”

He Chenguang smiled confidently, his hands moving swiftly as he killed another terrorist attempting to set up a rocket launcher: "Too bad, you can't beat me. In the field of sniping, there is only one person who can surpass me."

"Oh? You red blood cells have someone even more capable than you?" Gu Shun's tone instantly turned curious, even tinged with disbelief. "Is it really as incredible as you say?"

He Chenguang pulled the trigger repeatedly, and the bullets hit the target accurately. His voice was full of admiration for his captain: "Our captain, Zhang Beixing, is the real sharpshooter among sharpshooters. Your old rival, Luo Xing, was taught a lesson by him before. You can try it if you don't believe me."

"Alright," Gu Shun said, his voice brimming with a defiant spirit. "After this mission, I'm going to see just how good he really is!"

Time always passes strangely on the battlefield—it flies by in calm times, but every second feels like torture during battle. Especially when the battle becomes deadlocked, the combined psychological and physical pressure is enough to crush anyone.

Meanwhile, the street fighting continued, with the two sides engaging in close-quarters combat. In such close-quarters combat, the sniper rifle's slow reload speed became a weakness. Zhang Beixing decisively put down his sniper rifle and picked up a Swedish-made NO2-AK5 assault rifle. With the aid of the scope, his field of vision was zoomed in, and his unerring accuracy was on full display.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Every bullet fired accurately struck a terrorist's vitals, without a single miss. A long magazine emptied, and thirty terrorists and anti-government militants lay dead in pools of blood, all fatally shot in the head. The sight of splattering blood terrified the remaining terrorists, who cowered behind cover, barely daring to peek out.

Seeing this, the terrorists immediately brought out rocket launchers, attempting to suppress the Red Cells' position with heavy firepower. However, the rockets traveled much slower than bullets. Zhang Beixing deftly changed magazines, his eyes sharp, each bullet precisely intercepting the rockets. "Bang! Boom!" "Bang! Boom!" The bullets and rockets collided and exploded in mid-air, posing no threat whatsoever to the position.

Several rockets were even hit by Zhang Beixing's bullets just as they left the cannon barrel, causing the rocket launchers to explode on the spot and resulting in heavy casualties among the surrounding terrorists. The continuous setbacks completely panicked the terrorists, and many began to consider retreating—faced with such terrifyingly accurate shooting, they had no chance of winning.

The Ivia government forces' initial decline was instantly reversed. The soldiers' morale soared, and they surged out from behind cover to launch a counterattack against the terrorists. An Ivia commander ran to Zhang Beixing, excitedly giving him a thumbs-up and shouting in broken Chinese, "Chinese soldiers, awesome! Amazing!"

A large number of Ivia's government troops rushed to the scene, their armored vehicles unleashing a barrage of fire from their anti-aircraft machine guns. The overwhelming firepower forced the terrorists and anti-government forces into a rout. Ultimately, under the combined attack, the terrorists completely collapsed and fled in disarray into the depths of the alley. (End of Chapter)