My Ares Son-in-Law

It is this unremitting efforts that has enabled him to stand out in various simulated battles many times and achieve excellent results.

In his opinion, this game is definitely not just an ordinary confrontation. It carries the hard work and dreams of his years of training. It is also an excellent stage for him to prove his leadership and tactical qualities to everyone.

He directed his team members with a firm gaze, and every instruction was precise and decisive, as if he had the magical power to control the battle situation. He looked forward to shining the brightest in this game and writing his own glorious chapter.

In the simulated combat scene full of flames, Zhang Yu stood at the core of the team, with sharp and focused eyes, and carefully planned a set of strict and highly targeted tactics. These tactics were so exquisite that they could be called textbook level.

Every step and every detail was like a chess game that he had carefully calculated in his mind, linking together and moving forward step by step. It seemed that every move had already foreseen the opponent's possible reaction and the development of the situation.

In order to disrupt the enemy's deployment, he began to skillfully deploy his troops. He arranged three members to conduct a feint attack, the purpose of which was to attract the enemy's firepower. After receiving the order, the three members rushed towards the enemy without hesitation, like brave pioneers, with a fearless momentum.

Their shouts echoed over the field, and their steps were firm and powerful as they bravely advanced in the hail of bullets. Their feint tactics were very effective, successfully making the blue team focus most of their attention on them. At this time, the blue team's defense line could not help but tilt towards the direction of these three players.

At the same time, another move he had already made began to move forward quietly. He sent out two elite assaulters, who were to quietly go around the enemy's rear and form an outflanking force.

These two assaulters are truly the elites of the team, just like cheetahs hiding in the dark, their footsteps are light and swift, and every step is taken precisely and carefully, trying not to make any noise.

They used obstacles and shadows in the venue to conceal their figures and cleverly avoided the blue team's sight.

When they successfully got behind the enemy, it was like a pair of extremely sharp scissors, neatly cutting Xiao Chen's team in two. This sudden encirclement made Xiao Chen's team lose their composure, and a huge flaw appeared in the originally tight defense line in an instant.

The battlefield was filled with smoke, the sounds of gunfire and explosions, and the atmosphere was so tense that it was suffocating.

In this chaotic environment, Lao Mao's decisive and firm voice suddenly rang out: "Cobra, ventilation duct in area B." His voice was steady and powerful, without any panic. He stood there, his eyes revealing a calmness in the face of danger, as if the tense situation in front of him could not affect his state of mind at all.

However, deep in his seemingly calm heart, his thoughts were working at an extremely fast speed, and various coping strategies kept flashing, analyzing and screening in his mind.

He knew very well that it was now the critical moment to decide the outcome of this battle. At this tense moment, his mind could not help but recall the past scenes of fighting side by side with his brothers.

The days they had fought together, the moments they had faced life and death together, all flashed through his mind like vivid pictures. These memories gave him strength and courage, and made him more determined to win this battle.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. Then, he lowered his body, almost completely sticking to the dusty ground, to reduce his exposure as much as possible.

His tactical gloves quickly and skillfully wiped the rusty pipe at his waist, his hands tightly grasped the weapon, his eyes firmly looked in the direction of the enemy, ready to attack at any time. On this battlefield filled with tension, there is a seemingly ordinary pipe, but to the old cat, it is of extraordinary significance, a memory that is imprinted in the depths of the soul and unforgettable.

Time goes back to ten years ago, on a real battlefield far away and full of gunpowder, a thrilling tunnel war was taking place fiercely. The predicament at that time was far more dangerous and desperate than the current one.

On the battlefield, flames of war were raging, ruins were piled up, and every inch of land exuded the cruel breath of death. At that critical moment, a metal pipe covered with black oil and emitting a pungent smell appeared in front of everyone.

It was like a ray of hope that suddenly appeared in the dark abyss, and became the only hope for Lao Mao and his comrades to escape.

At that time, Lao Mao's eyes were determined, and he led his brothers in the reconnaissance company into a dark and narrow tunnel that was like the throat of a giant beast. The walls of the tunnel were damp and cold, and water dripped from time to time, making a dull sound.

With every step, I could feel the ground shaking, which was the footsteps of the Taliban soldiers approaching. The enemy surrounded me from all sides, and the rain of bullets was like the notes of death, constantly playing in the tunnel. The bullets whizzed past, splashing the stone chips on the wall.

The breath of death was like a thick haze, tightly shrouding everyone's heart, making it almost impossible to breathe.

However, Lao Mao and his brothers were not defeated by fear. They gritted their teeth and groped their way forward along the pipeline step by step with their iron will and unwavering trust in each other.

Every breath they took seemed like a race against death; every step they took was a desire to live. Miracles often happen in desperate situations. After experiencing countless life-and-death tests, they miraculously survived along this pipeline.

That life-and-death experience, like a raging fire, deeply engraved the spirit of brotherhood and fighting courage in their hearts.

Now, a similar scene is once again in front of the old cat. Looking at the familiar environment, the old cat's eyes suddenly became sharp, and a ray of resolute light flashed in his eyes, which carried the firmness and courage left by the life-and-death test.

His face was tense and the lines on his face were as if carved by a knife. He secretly made up his mind: he must create a miracle like he did back then and must not let his brothers fall into danger.

Just as Zhang Yu's team members kicked open the rusted iron door with high morale and confidence, their faces were filled with excitement of success.

The team members imagined that behind the goal was the dawn of victory beckoning them, and they looked forward to scoring in one fell swoop and putting a perfect end to this tense battle.

However, the cruel reality was like cold water, instantly extinguishing their hopes. (End of this chapter)