Restarting life in Siheyuan

"Captain Liang, don't worry. As long as they are still in this area, we will find them no matter what and avenge the soldiers."

Zhu Xuefeng nodded fiercely and expressed his opinion to the officer in front of him. This scene was too tragic. A brutal murderous aura spread in Zhu Xuefeng's heart.

"Thank you. We have blocked all possible smuggling points. We firmly believe that this group of people has not escaped. It's just that this group of people is too good at hiding. There are so many people here that we are unable to do anything. We can only ask for your support."

"Don't say that. This is also our responsibility. Since they are external forces, we have no choice but to do our part.

"Have you found anything?" The person who spoke was Gao Feng, an old acquaintance of Zhu Xuefeng. He is now the team leader, and his team accounts for half of the eight people this time.

Zhu Xuefeng picked up a deformed bullet and threw it over. "They are right. This is what I just found. It should be the same as the bullet they provided. This bullet should be 7.62x51mm NATO. The corresponding weapons should be M1903A4, M1C/, M21 and other models. These are all American sniper rifle models with an effective range of more than meters."

The bullets found at the scene have been sent to firearms experts for identification. The information sent back is that it is likely to be from one of these models of sniper rifles, which is consistent with Zhu Xuefeng's judgment.

Gao Feng looked at the severely deformed bullet head and asked, "Where did you find this? You can tell it's so deformed. Can you tell the weapon used just by looking at the bullet head?"

Zhu Xuefeng smiled. He couldn't say that he found it underground with his X-ray vision. "I just dug it out from the ground. I've done a lot of research on sniper rifles. Although this type of rifle is not the best, its range and accuracy are beyond the reach of our Type 56 rifles."

Zhu Xuefeng has the most advanced sniper rifle in the world.

Gao Feng nodded. It was really frustrating to be beaten without being able to fight back.
"Damn it, this blood debt must be avenged!" Gao Feng cursed fiercely. This kind of thing has happened all the time over the years, but this is the first time that the damage is so great without even touching the enemy's fur.

"Don't worry, they can't run away!" Zhu Xuefeng was also so angry that his teeth were chattering. These people were too rampant, and he had to keep them no matter what. Not only that, he had to go to these two people's nests. If he didn't take revenge, he would be very upset.

The area here is vast and sparsely populated, with mountains all around, making it easy to hide but extremely inconvenient to search. However, the border blockade has been tightened as soon as possible, so they probably haven't had time to escape, but the team doesn't have much time left.

Logically speaking, this kind of search is like looking for a needle in a haystack, but Zhu Xuefeng is confident that the four strengthened white-eyed buzzards have been released. He believes that as long as these people dare to go out, they will definitely be discovered.

Not to mention Zhu Xuefeng's mission in Xinjiang, in an office in Beijing, a middle-aged man was reporting to an old man.

"Xiao Zhu has been sent out, Chief. He should have arrived at the scene by now..." After the middle-aged man finished his report, he hesitated and did not dare to continue.

"Well, hurry up and investigate. Don't worry."

The middle-aged man was a little uneasy, "Chief, if it is really found out, you..."

The middle-aged man only said half of the words. He really couldn't muster up the courage to ask how to deal with the follow-up. If this thing was true, what should he do? For a moment, he was heartbroken and his face was full of worry.

The old man looked at the middle-aged man and smiled. "Don't worry, this little guy may have hidden a lot of things from us, but he doesn't have any bad intentions. On the contrary, he has done great things that benefit the country and the people. We still underestimated him."

After the old man finished speaking, he also fell into deep thought. An accidental opportunity allowed him to guess an incredible possibility from a piece of information.

In order to verify his guess, he has sent people to several places to verify it. Now the surveys sent back from two places show that the old man’s judgment is very likely correct.

On the snowy plateau mountains at the border of Western Xinjiang, the strong wind and blizzard ruthlessly ravaged the land. Twelve elite militants hid in a leeward valley like stray dogs, surrounded by towering, snow-capped peaks, as if it was a cold cage forged for them by nature.

"This is such a horrible weather, the snow is almost burying us!" An armed man cursed as he patted the snow off his body, and the white breath he exhaled instantly condensed into frost in front of him. "We shouldn't have come to this godforsaken place, but now we are stuck here, and those border patrols are like ghosts, everywhere."

The elite militants had long lost the smugness of having easily completed the mission. The other side reacted too quickly and imposed a blockade immediately, making their retreat difficult. For safety, they had to dive into the snow-capped mountains.

"Stop yelling. Although this snow is annoying, it can still protect us." An elite militant pretended to be calm and looked around vigilantly. "When the wind and snow get stronger, we will move towards the valley over there. The blockade there may be weaker."

"Weak? You really know how to comfort yourself." Another man smiled bitterly with his cracked lips, "The wind on this plateau is like a knife. Every step is difficult. Besides, the air in this damn place seems to be insufficient. My lungs are about to explode." He gasped as he spoke, his chest heaving violently.

"We are elites who have undergone special training. We cannot be intimidated by such difficulties." The leader tried to cheer everyone up, but his voice was torn into pieces by the whistling wind.

As night fell, darkness enveloped the snow-capped mountains, and the cold became more biting. They huddled together, listening to the howling wind in their ears, like the roar of a demon. "This sound of wind is really creepy, I feel like I've been abandoned by God." A ghost shrank his neck, his voice trembling.

"Stop talking nonsense and conserve your energy." The person next to him shouted impatiently.

At dawn, the pale sunlight sprinkled on the snow, stinging people's eyes. They secretly poked their heads out and looked at the border in the distance. They saw teams of patrol soldiers marching hard in the snow, like small black dots moving on a white canvas. The barriers at each checkpoint were strict, and the signboards next to them swayed in the wind, making a "creaking" sound, as if issuing a warning.

"Look, their defense is arranged like an iron barrel. There is no way we can get through." Someone shouted in despair, his eyes full of fear.

"Coward, I can kill their team by myself!" Although the elite was talking tough, his face was very pale. He was just talking tough. This was not a good place for an ambush. The other party was lying on the snow, and no matter how good his marksmanship was, he could only catch them.

The damn plateau snow-capped mountains, the thick snow is like a swamp, every step takes a huge amount of physical strength, the cold snow water seeps into the shoes, instantly freezing the toes. "No, the snow is too deep, we can't walk anymore." A team member collapsed in the snow powerlessly.

"It's all because of that damn mission. We had to come here to provoke this dragon. Now we're trapped in this ice hole." One person complained angrily, punching the snow, splashing a cloud of snow mist. "Shut up! Now is not the time to complain. We have to find a way to break out." The leader frowned, his eyes revealing a hint of anxiety.

They retreated back to the valley and headed in another direction, their hearts enveloped in despair. The harsh environment and tight blockade were like a pair of pliers, clamping them tightly. Their so-called elite pride gradually collapsed in the face of this cruel reality, leaving only the desire to survive and the fear of fate, struggling in this icy and snowy land.

"Look, there's a white eagle in the sky? What kind of species is this? I don't think I've ever seen it before?" An elite militant acting as a scout whispered. They were moving, preparing to find a more suitable place to rest and accumulate strength, and then try to break through again at night when it's dark. If they didn't return, this horrible weather would take them away.

Even the elites who have undergone rigorous screening cannot survive in this high altitude and low temperature environment. Even if they are well prepared, enduring these few days is already their physical limit.

"No, everyone hide!" The leader shouted in a low voice. Except for the sentinels, everyone else chose to hide at the first moment.

"Gandhi, what's going on?" the team leader asked in confusion. Gandhi was the Indian on the other side of the hill. He was the guide this time and he seemed to have discovered something.

"Mr. Robert, these eagles are abnormal. The environment here is harsh. Other birds simply cannot fly up to the snow-capped mountains. The lack of oxygen and severe cold on the plateau can kill them. As far as I know, there are mainly two types of eagles here: goshawks and mountain vultures. Neither of them is white. The mountain vulture is a large bird of prey with a huge body and an exposed head and neck. It is one of the highest-flying birds in the world. It is impossible for this kind of eagle to appear here!"

Gandhi is indeed a native of the snow land and is very familiar with the species here. Captain Robert was stunned after hearing this.

"You mean, these eagles were domesticated by humans? Didn't you say that it's impossible for other eagles to fly up here? Can eagles brought from other places fly normally here? Mr. Gandhi, your words are contradictory, aren't they?"

"Maybe." Gandhi also had a hint of doubt. What Mr. Robert said made sense. It was impossible for foreign eagles to spread their wings and fly over the snow-capped mountains in such an environment.

"But your reminder makes sense. Let's put it this way. To be safe, we will stop the action during the day, rest in seclusion, and prepare to break through the blockade at night."

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They were lucky this time as there was a shelter in the valley. A dozen people dug up the snow and set up a simple shelter. It was very hidden and far away from the patrol line, so the chance of being discovered by the patrol was very small.

The team members cursed as they got into their sleeping bags and forced themselves to sleep. Hungry, they huddled together and barely got enough rest. Unfortunately, their luck seemed to have run out. More than two hours later, the tranquility of the snow-capped mountains was broken by a dull sound. A figure fell from a great height, and blood quickly dyed the snow red.

"Damn it, we've been discovered!" Robert was dozing off in his sleeping bag outside the snow den. He watched the scout fall to the ground, struggle a few times and then become motionless. Only the brain matter and blood flowing on his forehead reminded him that he had been ambushed.

The battle started quickly. The elite militants hiding in the valley lost their terrain advantage and were surrounded in the valley, where they could only passively take the beating. As long as they showed their heads, they would be shot dead. The battle ended quickly without any suspense.

"Awesome, your marksmanship is incredible. Also, you were able to find them even though they were hiding so secretly. I'm impressed."

Gao Feng looked at the captured militants and the killed enemies in disbelief, and looked at Zhu Xuefeng with admiration. It was him who repeatedly insisted that the team follow him and finally found this group of militants.

"Do you believe me if I tell you I have special abilities? Haha."

"Don't be so proud. Xiao Xiao has made great contributions in exploring the enemy's footprints and traces along the way. It's just that you can find the right direction accurately. You are really capable."

"Captain Gao, if it weren't for Captain Zhu, I wouldn't be able to find the direction of these people." Xiao He was also happy. This time, following the captain was really an eye-opener and he also made a great contribution. He killed one of them with his own hands.

This is still under the deliberate control of the team.

"Carry your companions on your backs, and don't fall behind!"

After confiscating the weapons, Gao Feng was still looking at the other side's exquisite weapons. Although these guns were good, they were far inferior to those of Damao. Ignoring the prisoners' protests, he shouted orders in English. The dejected elite militants lowered their heads and remained silent. They silently carried their companions who had been complaining just now and trudged through the snow-capped mountains with great effort.

Although they were captured, their lives were saved. Compared with struggling in the endless snow-capped mountains, it was not too difficult to accept. In Western Europe, being captured was not an unacceptable thing. It was just a matter of paying a ransom. Therefore, when they were besieged this time, they happily raised the white flag. It was a pity that the other party did not seem to notice it, which led to half of their companions going to see God.

The dejected captives trudged through the snowy mountains with their increasingly stiff companions on their backs. The team had no mercy at all. They believed that all of these people deserved to die. They let them fall down in a miserable state and shouted orders to carry their bodies forward again.

"It would be great if there were an armed helicopter." Gao Feng, who was walking at the back of the team, was carrying several sniper rifles and was also very tired. He looked at the prisoners who were struggling to march forward under the leadership of Xiao He in front of him.

Helicopters, that's a nice thought. The number of helicopters in China can be counted on one hand. Zhu Xuefeng smiled and said, "Don't dream. It's your fault that you can't bear to part with these treasures. How about I carry a few for you?"

Gao Feng smiled and shook his head, pointing at the huge backpacks behind Zhu Xuefeng, "Come on, you carry a lot too, these people are really armed to the teeth, and their equipment is much better than ours.

"That's right. Take them all back and let our family study them. Who knows, in a few years, we might be able to get something better than this."

"That's great. You tell me a mission, and they even prepare a sleeping device. I don't know what they are thinking. But you know what, with this thing, you can actually sleep in the snow."

"By the way, I just sent a telegram home. What was their reply?"

Gao Feng was so busy packing up his spoils that he didn't even hear the reply from home.

(End of this chapter)