My Ares Son-in-Law

"Red and blue teams, take your positions!" As the referee's sharp and powerful whistle instantly tore through the afternoon mist that had not yet completely dissipated, the entire silent battlefield seemed to be suddenly awakened by an invisible big hand.

The long suppressed smell of gunpowder instantly spread in the air, and the atmosphere of tension and excitement surged to every participating team member like a tide. The red and blue figures quickly moved in the camp, like two armies about to charge.

Xiao Chen stood up suddenly, his movements were swift and neat. He quickly pulled the camouflage mask to the bridge of his nose, revealing only a pair of resolute and deep eyes. Those eyes were like the brightest stars in the night sky, revealing calmness and decisiveness.

Through professional bulletproof goggles, the outline of the vaguely swaying figure behind the opposite bunker gradually became clear. Every subtle movement and every faint gasp seemed to not escape his eyes.

He had already constructed a complex and sophisticated tactical map in his mind, predicting every move his opponent would make.

His fingertips unconsciously stroked the carefully modified M4 simulation gun in his hand, as if he was touching an old friend who had fought side by side for many years.

The smooth body of this gun has accompanied him in countless life and death moments. On real battlefields abroad, it is his weapon, and he has won great military exploits with blood and sweat.

Today, it is still in his hands, quietly waiting for the master's instructions, and is about to write their glory again in this simulated war.

"Captain, they have firmly occupied the commanding heights." Sniper Cobra delivered the message in a low and calm voice through the headset. Every word was like a stone thrown into a calm lake.

The voice was as steady as the ringing of a thousand-year-old bell, and it also faintly revealed his extraordinary keen insight into the battlefield situation, as if his eyes had the magical power to penetrate the fog and get to the truth.

Xiao Chen was slightly startled, and then looked in the direction indicated by the cobra. In the distance, the rusty three-story iron frame of the abandoned refinery stood proudly, like an old soldier who had experienced many vicissitudes but was still stubborn and unyielding.

The rising sun cast its golden light, gently enveloping this abandoned land and giving everything around it a sacred halo.

On top of the iron frame, the bright red logo of Zhang Yu's team was swaying gently in the wind. It shone brightly under the warm sunlight, like a blazing flame on the battlefield, with fiery energy and dazzling light, as if announcing to everyone their victory posture of dominance at the moment.

Xiao Chen subconsciously narrowed his eyes, trying to penetrate the slightly confusing morning mist. The morning mist was like a layer of mysterious veil, covering the surroundings vaguely, adding some obstruction to his vision.

However, his sharp eyes were like those of an eagle, and he caught the key information in the swirling fog. He clearly saw Zhang Yuzheng standing on the commanding heights, making an exaggerated throat-cutting gesture towards him.

The gesture was like an invisible sharp blade. Although it did not actually touch the skin, it carried a strong sense of provocation, like a deafening declaration of war, echoing in the silent battlefield.

At the same time, on the stands not far away, Zhao Chunhua was holding the telescope tightly. Her delicate face was full of concentration, and her eyes pierced through the battlefield filled with the smell of gunpowder like bullets.

After a moment, she slowly put down the telescope, and that seemingly casual action was filled with a kind of confidence that she was determined to win. Then, she turned her head and her eyes fell on Jiang Yixue who was standing beside her. The corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a provocative smile, which was like a rose with thorns, carrying a malicious intent to hurt people.

Then, she deliberately raised her voice and spoke word by word: "Watch out, this victory will belong to us." Her voice was full of arrogance and disdain, as if victory was already firmly in her hands.

Jiang Yixue stood there quietly. After hearing what Zhao Chunhua said, she just smiled faintly and didn't say anything. However, her heart was like a turbulent wave, and the nervous emotions kept surging in her heart.

She knew very well that there were many disagreements among the members of her team, like time bombs hidden underground that could cause serious consequences at any time.

This kind of internal instability is not a good thing for a battle. The conflicts and barriers between the team members are like gullies that are difficult to cross, blocking the road to their unity and cooperation, making her worry about the team's future.

Facing Zhang Yu's unscrupulous provocation, Xiao Chen's face remained calm, as if a well was still. He stood there, his brain like a high-speed precision instrument, calmly analyzing the complex and ever-changing battlefield situation in front of him.

His eyes were sometimes sharp like a sword, sometimes deep like an abyss, and he kept building up strategies and plans in his mind. But in the end, he didn't say anything, just stood there quietly.

In his mind, he recalled the deputy captain Lao Mao's somewhat tough words - "Mind your own business."

Since Old Cat has already said so, he feels that there is no need for him to go through all the trouble to get involved in this mess. Perhaps, as Old Cat said, keeping quiet is the best option at the moment.

On the battlefield filled with tension, the atmosphere was so depressing that it was almost hard to breathe.

The experienced "old cat" was frowning at this time, his sharp eyes scanning back and forth on the battlefield situation map, and his brain was like a high-speed precision machine, quickly weighing various possible courses of action.

He knew that every decision was related to the life and death of the entire team. In just a few seconds, Lao Mao's eyes suddenly became firm. He made a decisive decision and shouted at the top of his voice: "Act according to Plan C!"

His voice was like a huge bell, firm and powerful. Every word seemed to carry a thousand pounds of weight, striking heavily on the heartstrings of his teammates, as if it was a shot of adrenaline injected into the whole team, instantly rekindling the fighting spirit of his teammates who were originally a little panicked.

However, the situation on the battlefield was always changing rapidly and full of endless surprises. Just as the lingering words of Lao Mao had not yet completely dissipated in the air, from the left side of the team, there was a sudden and intense burst of gunfire, as if a pot had exploded.

The crisp sound of gunfire was like a summer rainstorm, pouring down continuously, instantly breaking the already extremely tense atmosphere.

The bullets were like deadly meteors, whistling with sharp sounds, drawing deadly trajectories in the air and rushing towards their team. (End of this chapter)