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Chapter 2569 The Young Master Soldiers of Nanyang (Second Update, Please Subscribe)
Is this war?

In Beirut, Wang Jianguo looked at the soldiers haggling with vendors on the roadside, his face filled with confusion.

For the past few months, he and Yang Song have been conducting interviews in Beirut, and their reports, sent back to China by telegram, have been repeatedly praised by the newspapers.

The newspaper even devoted half a page to reporting on the coalition's "war on terror" in Beirut—unlike in the past, this time the country did not use words like "invasion" or "aggression" to describe the war, but instead used the official SEA and British term "war on terror."

Yang Song and Wang Jianguo became the first journalists in China to report on the war and to go to the battlefield to report.

They were even mentioned in the newspapers—the first time our country had sent war correspondents abroad.

To some extent, it can be said that he "gained both fame and fortune".

But in reality, they don't get much coverage.

Because there weren't many battles, except for the first few days when there was fierce fighting, the way war was fought completely changed afterward.

Wang Jianguo put down his camera. He was unwilling to photograph how the coalition soldiers haggled with vendors on the streets of Beirut, or how they strolled, drank coffee, danced, or sang karaoke with beautiful Lebanese women.

This is not a battlefield; it is a true reflection of the decadent lifestyle of Western countries.

He put the Dongfeng camera back into its case, and then asked:

"Old Yang, do you think this is war? Shouldn't war involve artillery bombardment and infantry charges? But what are they doing?"

Wang Jianguo pointed at the soldiers and said:

"Look, they bombard us with planes or drones, and these infantrymen are just for show."

"war……"

Old Yang thought for a moment, then said:

"This is perhaps the war waged by these pampered young soldiers!"

Young master soldiers!
This is the impression they formed of SEA soldiers after several months of interviews.

The reason for this impression is that even the lives of soldiers on the battlefield far exceeded their imagination—they lived in barracks with air conditioning running all day long, drank ice-cold Fanta, and their mess halls always had an endless supply of meat, beef, pork, eggs, and all kinds of food so plentiful that it made one wonder if this was really a battlefield.

Even when they go out on patrol, their cars are equipped with air conditioning.

Even worse, they need good toilets—these soldiers can't poop without a toilet; when they're on a mission, they just hold it in! They'll relieve themselves when they get back to camp.

However, Yang Song was unaware that not relieving oneself in the wild was a requirement of operational regulations. Although basic wilderness survival training, such as setting up tents and digging field toilets, was a mandatory training subject for new recruits in basic training camp, operational regulations stated that relieving oneself in the wild was an extremely dangerous act. Being far from the unit could lead to ambushes—landmines, sniper fire—or injury from snakes, birds, ants, or insects, and even capture. Therefore, it was required to relieve oneself in a safe area.

However, in Yang Song's view, these people were just like that, spoiled soldiers who craved pleasure.

"They're just a bunch of pampered soldiers. They can fight because they're armed to the teeth. If they run into us, they'll be beaten to a pulp like the Americans..."

After saying this with great confidence, Yang Song added with a hint of regret:
"It's a pity we have to go back. It's a pity we're not going back to China. Otherwise, we would go to the southwestern front and see what the real battlefield is like. The monkeys we taught a lesson to were all battle-hardened veterans who had defeated the Americans. Compared to this place... it's like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut."

The reason for returning to Pakistan is that there have been no large-scale combat reports for two months, so naturally they can't stay here any longer. Although they have shown the international community what modern warfare is through their reports—electronic jamming, three-dimensional command by early warning aircraft, medium-range air combat by the air force, precision-guided bombs, long-range strikes by Tomahawk missiles, and of course, drone swarms launching pinpoint attacks like in a video game.

All of this was what they saw at the coalition's press conference. The shock they felt when they saw the drone attacks on television screens was unprecedented, and they tried their best to describe everything they saw in words.

But correspondingly, they also knew that this was SEA's way of waging war. And it was only their war.

After strolling around the streets and buying two souvenirs—two SEA Walkmans—they returned to the hotel. Upon arrival, they found Zhang Yunlei waiting for them in the lobby.

Upon seeing them, Zhang Yunlei asked:
"I heard you're going back to your country. How about it? Would you like to see a real battlefield?"

"Want to see a real battlefield?"

Who would refuse such a suggestion?
Several tens of minutes later, Yang Song and Wang Jianguo got into a Warrior SUV. Although the Warrior was a ten-seater, it didn't feel crowded even with the two of them inside. They were surrounded by fully armed soldiers.
The so-called battlefield is actually patrol, only the area is relatively dangerous, or rather, a high-risk area.

As the car drove by, Corporal Sun Hongyuan, who was sitting next to them, introduced the situation of the squad.

"Reporter Yang, our brigade-level combat team's infantry squad is basically a 9-man squad. Each infantry squad is equipped with a Warrior assault vehicle. Each vehicle is equipped with an M2HB heavy machine gun or a MAG general-purpose machine gun on its roof for fire support. The vehicle also carries the infantry squad's supplies and ammunition."

During his interview in Beirut, Yang Song saw countless Warrior off-road vehicles; these highly mobile off-road vehicles were practically a symbol of SEA soldiers. "The driver was Feng Ke, the co-pilot was the squad leader, and the machine gunners stood in the aisle between the two rear seats..."

While Sun Hongyuan introduced the passengers in the vehicle, Yang Song observed the situation inside. The soldiers were fully armed, wearing helmets and bulletproof vests, and carrying automatic rifles. Two of the soldiers even had small cannons hanging from their automatic rifles. Moreover, most of them also carried pistols.

As for military boots, goggles, and the like, they are simply not worth mentioning.

This is what they call being armed to the teeth!

Although the car windows were closed, it was chilly inside. Considering that it was only around ten degrees Celsius outside, Yang Song said with some curiosity:

"Mr. Sun, the weather outside is so cool, why are you keeping the car windows closed and the air conditioning on?"

"It's more comfortable with the air conditioning on!"

As soon as Jiang Feng finished speaking, Sun Hongyuan laughed and said:

"Don't tell him he's talking nonsense, Reporter Yang. Opening the car windows could pose a danger to the surrounding area. Although the windows of the Warrior SUV are not bulletproof, they can prevent someone from throwing a grenade into the car."

His answer made Yang Song nod slightly, while Wang Jianguo, who was tightening the film after taking a picture, asked with some curiosity:

"By the way, Mr. Sun, I've always been curious. It seems like you can't live without air conditioning at all. It's like this in the barracks, when you're eating, and even on the battlefield... just like now. Please don't be offended, but it's as if you're here on vacation, not to fight a war."

Sun Hongyuan could see Wang Jianguo's confusion.

"You mean, this is clearly a battlefield, so why are we enjoying all this? Isn't the battlefield supposed to be about suffering?"

When Wang Jianguo nodded, Sun Hongyuan asked in return, full of questions:
"Then why can't we enjoy all of this? When we can enjoy it, of course we should."

Jiang Feng replied:

"Yes, first I need to be a human being. Then I need to fight like a human being."

Their answers left Yang Song and Wang Jianguo speechless. They didn't know what it meant to be a person first and then fight like one.

Is there any necessary connection between these?
Just then, Wang Yang, the squad leader sitting in the passenger seat, said:
"Alright, stay alert. Intelligence indicates that a group of scattered terrorists, numbering around one hundred, may have arrived in this area. Their goal is likely to cross the defense line and escape into Beili."

Because it was just a routine patrol, there was only one Warrior off-road vehicle on the road. The machine gunner, Yan Jun, stood there with half of his body sticking out from the roof of the vehicle, watching the mountainside warily, his MAG general-purpose machine gun already pointed at the mountainside.

The mountains in the Middle East often lack dense forests, but sparse trees and shrubs can still provide good cover for terrorists.

As he cautiously observed the situation on the mountain, several armed men, hiding in a clump of bushes, stared at the cars on the mountain road with fanatical eyes.

"It's a warrior from the SEA! There's only one vehicle. Take it out with an RPG... Hurry!"

Without any hesitation or doubt, how could they possibly let such a lone army leave?
As the terrorists carrying RPG rocket launchers advanced to a suitable firing distance under the cover of bushes and rocks, their machine gunners also set up PMK general-purpose machine guns between several rocks. They did not fire immediately, but waited for the RPG attack.

If this Warrior is hit by an RPG, then a massacre awaits them.

"God bless……"

The machine gunner, lying between two rocks about half a person's size, aimed at the mountain road through the gap, looking ahead with expectant eyes. Two figures carrying RGP rockets were leaping towards the mountain road under the cover of bushes, while the car in the distance was getting closer and closer.

"Just get within 100 meters, no, 150 meters!"

Just as the machine gunner was praying, a terrorist carrying an RPG crouched down and hid behind a bush. He then peered through the bushes at the approaching car, before turning his gaze to a boulder about half a person's size, which he considered a better firing position.

Even as he moved, though it was only a distance of five or six meters, the moment he moved, the heavily guarded mountainside still spotted a figure there, and he immediately shouted:

"There is an ambush..."

The next instant, he pulled the trigger at the figure. The reason he pulled the trigger immediately was because the other party was hiding, and the RPG that was vaguely visible on his shoulder.

As machine gun bullets rained down, a cloud of smoke suddenly billowed out from behind a boulder on the mountainside, and a rocket flew toward the car.

"RPG!"

(End of this chapter)