An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

Chapter 298 is really strange.
According to Chu Yao's description, the center of the mudslide occurred precisely in the section of road where the vanguard team was located.

The momentum was extremely rapid, as if the mountain had been torn apart, with mud and sand mixed with millstone-sized boulders pouring down. The two people trapped in the core area had no time to escape and were instantly submerged by the turbid torrent.

However, taking this section of road as the center, the destructive power of the disaster gradually weakens towards both sides of the road in a clear gradient.

Since she and Meng Youyou still had a chance to survive, logically speaking, the members of the rearguard who stayed behind to cover the rear should also have a high chance of survival.

After comprehensive assessment, Huo Qingshan urgently communicated with the transit station and forward command via field radio and determined a plan: leave two elite three-person search and rescue teams to continue a grid search in the vicinity of the incident area to do everything possible to find the remaining missing team members.

Meanwhile, the main members of the search and rescue team immediately escorted the translator to the nearest garrison point, C Zone 4, to take over the unfinished mission from the original "Jingzhe Team".

The puddles formed streams at their feet, and Meng Youyou clung to the man's back as the group continued their rapid march through the rain.

Meng Youyou buried her face in the crook of his neck, raindrops slipping through the gap between their skin, her chin resting on the man's prominent shoulder blade, and she murmured softly, "Why have you lost weight again?"

Huo Qingshan didn't stop. He didn't know how to answer, so he simply turned his head slightly and gently brushed his nose against her forehead. He then asked, "When did you return to the observation post?"

About two weeks ago.

She tightened her arms around the man's neck, leaned close to his ear, and whispered, "Huo Qingshan, I miss you so much."

"Me too," he replied readily, without a moment's hesitation.

Perhaps because she had been caught in the rain all night, she was showing signs of a cold; her nose was stuffy, and Meng Youyou sniffed hard. Her voice was a little muffled, with a buzzing sound: "I don't know why, but I remembered the first time you carried me on your back. It was also on the mountain, also at night, but it didn't rain that day."

“You were so impatient back then!” Meng Youyou pouted, then suddenly smiled slightly: “But I know that night was the moment when you first fell for me.”

"No."

Meng Youyou was stunned for a moment, thinking she had misheard: "What?"

"Earlier than that." Huo Qingshan maintained his posture of burying his head in his work, his tone light but firm: "I said I had fallen for you even before that."

Meng Youyou hurriedly asked, "When?"

"The first meeting".

Before the man could even question the truth of his words, Meng Youyou had barely uttered the three words, "So you..." when she stopped abruptly.

Her right leg suddenly lost its footing, and the large hand that had been steadily supporting her knee abruptly withdrew.

The moment her feet dangled in the air, she lost her balance and tilted slightly to one side. Meng Youyou instinctively grabbed Huo Qingshan's collar. At the same time, she caught a glimpse of the man's right arm making a small, precise, and forceful movement at his side—"Possible enemy activity ahead. Take cover and remain absolutely silent."

The command, like invisible ripples, spread silently and swiftly through the rain. The team, which had been maintaining a steady pace, froze in an instant. Without a single word, relying entirely on the tacit understanding honed over time, all team members reacted almost simultaneously, their figures nimbly and lightly disappearing behind the nearest rocks and bushes, blending into the branches, mud, and shadows.

Huo Qingshan gently placed Meng Youyou behind a stable rock and quickly pressed his fingertips against the back of her hand. Then, without looking back, he left, crawling on his hands and knees, until he reached the edge of a relatively open slope. He parted the waist-high weeds and raised his binoculars.

It was a Y Army detachment of about ten people, moving silently along a nearly abandoned animal trail in the mountains.

A mule walks in the middle, with a metal box on each side of its back. The boxes have raised reinforcing ribs and thick rubber sealing strips around their edges. There are no words or markings on the boxes, making them seem particularly mysterious.

Looking at the formation, more than ten people formed a tight circular perimeter, with their guns slightly pointed downwards but always facing outwards, protecting the mules and metal boxes very well.

Huo Qingshan frowned, his fingertips tapping the lens barrel repeatedly without making a sound.

The route they chose was extremely unusual, unexplored and rarely trodden, making it difficult, time-consuming, and laborious. Clearly, they prioritized secrecy, a point on which they shared the same view as Huo Qingshan's group; otherwise, the two groups wouldn't have met here.

However, the fact that they went to such lengths to equip themselves with a dozen elite guards just to escort two small boxes of supplies seems like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut, which is quite strange.

This was a strong warning sign; he couldn't underestimate what was inside the box.

Huo Qingshan's gaze then swept over the attire of the ten Y Army soldiers one by one. All of them wore gas masks around their waists, double gloves, and tall rubber boots, with zip ties sealing the boot tops to their trouser legs. Finally, Huo Qingshan's gaze returned to the two metal boxes.

As the strange mule and horse transport caravan gradually faded into the depths of the rain, Huo Qingshan slowly retreated behind the slope. He lowered his voice and commanded decisively, "Bald Dove and Old Cat, follow me. The rest of you, now led by the deputy platoon leader, continue along the original route towards the C4 stronghold."

He turned to the deputy platoon leader, speaking quickly and clearly: "After receiving the notification, the C4 outpost has dispatched a support team. Judging by the timeline, you will meet them soon. Once the communication is confirmed, the entire team will immediately follow them. They are more familiar with the terrain in this area and can ensure the translator's safe arrival to the greatest extent possible."

As soon as he finished speaking, Huo Qingshan, along with two scouts, stealthily followed the mule caravan like ghosts.

...

They had been secretly following them for nearly two kilometers when the group ahead suddenly stopped.

Huo Qingshan quickly crouched down, hiding behind a large, tangled tree root, and raised his binoculars.

The rain and fog were so thick that visibility was extremely limited. In the distance, the Y Army's mule and horse team stood still, while the three scouts sent out to scout ahead crouched low, guns raised, and slowly approached.

About twenty meters away, two figures dressed in Y Army uniforms could be vaguely seen.

As the distance closed, the scene gradually became clear: one person lay unconscious on the ground with extensive external injuries; another person knelt in front, also covered in wounds, blood oozing out, and looked no better than the one lying on the ground, yet still tried his best to use his entire body to shield his companion behind him.

Upon closer inspection, what was even more chilling was that the soldier kneeling on the ground was holding a grenade, the fuse pin stuffed into his mouth, biting it tightly with his teeth, his eyes fierce, clearly ready to die with his opponent.

The three Y soldiers at the front were clearly shocked by the scene before them. They exchanged glances and began to retreat in unison, but their guns remained firmly pointed forward.

Huo Qingshan stared intently at the binoculars, his thumb slowly adjusting the central focus wheel, his facial features suddenly becoming sharp—those two were his soldiers!

He would never mistake the facial features revealed by the faded face paint, the figure, or the key points of the movement at this moment.

This is precisely the kind of missing person they are actively searching for.

With his eyes still pressed against his glasses, the man swiftly gave a series of tactical hand signals to the person next to him.

The vulture understood immediately and set out.

...

The stalemate continued, with the three Y soldiers retreating step by step through the wet mud, gradually approaching the edge of the grenade's kill radius.

With each step they take back, their deterrent effect weakens.

The young soldier opposite him clearly understood the crux of the matter. Seeing the situation turn against him, his knees, which were half-kneeling, trembled inappropriately, and blood dripped down his trousers, but he stubbornly held on and did not fall.

He clenched his nostrils, his brow bones bulged, and the veins on his face bulged with blood, making the paint on his face look ferocious and fierce, as if he was about to do something—just as he clenched his teeth, gathered strength in his wrists, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged... determined to make a desperate gamble, "poof!"
A smoke grenade fell from the sky, and thick smoke instantly spread, enveloping the two opposing sides in a white haze.

Almost simultaneously, Huo Qingshan and Lao Mao decisively opened fire from behind and launched a sneak attack!
Immediately afterwards, a dense hail of bullets was unleashed from the side and front towards the mule and horse team!

While suppressing enemy fire with short bursts of fire, Vulture shouted into the smoke, "Grey Raven! Quickly take Wasp and move towards me!"

Caught off guard by this sudden pincer attack, the Y Army's mule and horse squad was slightly thrown into disarray. They immediately split into two groups to deal with the situation, taking care of both the front and the rear, and opened fire in full force.

In the chaos, a Y Army technician instinctively lunged at the mules, swiftly pulling a silver rod from his pocket. He forcefully ripped off the end ring, and the rod instantly spewed out blinding white flames and smoke. The technician pried open the crate lid with one hand, and in the blink of an eye, threw the incendiary rod into the crate before slamming it shut.

The entire process took less than ten seconds, and the training results were clearly evident.

A few seconds later, a bright white light could be seen shining through the gaps in the thick box. The box began to shake violently, and even the mules and horses were startled and kept pawing at each other.

Huo Qingshan swiftly put down his binoculars, turned his head, and calmly instructed Old Cat, "Hide behind the cover. Don't be too reckless. Your main purpose is to draw fire and provide cover for me."

Knowledge tip: The silver-colored rod mentioned in the article is an aluminothermic combustion rod. Its core principle is the aluminothermic reaction, a chemical reaction, not ordinary combustion. Once the reaction begins, it generates "extremely high temperatures" in a short time, which can quickly melt through the metal shell and destroy the molecular structure of its contents (decomposing, carbonizing, turning into ash and gas).