You are ordered to support the War of Resistance against Japan; China enters Level 1 combat readines

The division commander patted Shen Wang heavily on the shoulder. This veteran, known for his fortitude, showed a rare hint of gentleness and worry in his eyes at this moment.

"Mr. Shen, remember, you are our backbone, you are our future!"

"We trust you with these two hundred soldiers. But you must promise us that you will bring them all back alive, not one of them missing!"

The division commander was putting pressure on Shen Wang in another way, hoping that Shen Wang would come back alive.

The brigade commander's eyes were a little red. He blinked hard and said in a hoarse voice, "Mr. Shen, that's all! After we pull off this job, we'll come back and drink! Drink the strongest liquor! I, your old man, am waiting to celebrate your victory!"

As Shen Wang felt the strength in his arm and saw the genuine concern and trust in the eyes of the leaders, a warm feeling welled up in his heart.

He straightened his back and nodded solemnly: "Please rest assured, esteemed leaders! I understand the importance of this mission. We will definitely complete it and return safely! Await our good news!"

Immediately, Shen Wang turned around and faced two hundred pairs of burning eyes. Without giving a long speech, he simply waved his hand briefly and forcefully.

"Comrades! History will be made in our hands! Target—Beiping! Mission—Decapitation! Board the plane!"

"yes!"

A suppressed yet explosive roar in unison.

The team members quickly and orderly divided into six groups and silently surged toward their respective "Chinooks".

The gangway was lowered, and the figure quickly disappeared into the cabin.

Shen Wang gave the chief of staff and others a final salute, then turned and strode onto the lead aircraft, number 01.

The hatch slowly closed, separating the inside from the outside into two worlds.

The chief of staff and others did not leave; they stood at the edge of the empty, dark tarmac, watching the six steel behemoths depart.

Soon, the deep, powerful sound of engines starting up broke the silence of the night.

The rotors began to spin, gradually increasing in speed, whipping up increasingly fierce winds that made the leaders' clothes flutter loudly.

Without any lights to guide them, relying entirely on instruments and their well-practiced skills, the six Chinooks took off smoothly in succession, climbed rapidly, and formed a formation in the air.

It quickly disappeared into the deep night and was never seen again.

Only a few CEOs remained on the ground, gazing northwards, reluctant to leave.

They knew they would be back soon!

It definitely will!

……

Inside the cabin, the lights were dimmed to a level just low enough for the instruments to read.

Contrary to the somber and tragic atmosphere that outsiders might imagine, the atmosphere inside the cabin was strangely calm, even carrying a hint of barely suppressed excitement.

"Altitude 3500, heading 025, speed 220, everything normal."

The pilot in the main cockpit is the fastest learner and the most psychologically stable top student in the flight squadron.

It was none other than Gao Zilong!

Gao Zilong stared intently at the flashing instrument panel in front of him, his voice coming through the internal communication channel, perfectly calm and without a ripple.

He had to rely on memory, instruments, and limited ground references during his long-distance night raids, without GPS. However, he had already flown this secret route more than ten times.

He already knew in his mind where to turn, where to climb to avoid potential listening areas, and where to descend to use the terrain for cover.

At this moment, he was like the most precise machine, meticulously executing the program from his memory.

"Captain Gao is incredibly steady! He could fly that route with his eyes closed!"

A gruff voice rang out in the cabin; it belonged to a squad leader from the assault team.

"Absolutely! It's much more comfortable than running around in ditches and climbing mountains! We'll be at the doorstep of the Japanese devils' lair in just over two hours. Just thinking about it is awesome!" Another voice chimed in, with a smile.

"Check all the equipment one last time! Don't go down there and find the bolts aren't cocked!" A more composed voice reminded them; it was a battalion commander from the Flying Tigers Regiment.

No one showed any fear.

Those who can sit here are all warriors with iron wills who have long since disregarded life and death.

They knew very well how crazy, dangerous, yet glorious they were about to do.

Even if they were to die here after tonight, they would fight without hesitation!

Shen Wang did not stop the soldiers from chatting and joking; it was a necessary pre-battle relaxation.

After all, no one knows whether they will come back alive.

If you can talk, then talk more.

During their casual conversation, the soldiers' eyes would occasionally drift towards Shen Wang, who was sitting near the front cabin and was also dressed in special operations gear.

His eyes were filled with undisguised admiration, trust, and even a hint of worship.

During the past few days of hellish rehearsals, this excessively young regimental commander completely won over these proud and arrogant elite soldiers.

One team member whispered to his companion, "During the last rehearsal, the team leader climbed that third-floor exterior wall with his bare hands, faster than we could with ropes! My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets!"

"That's not all! You forgot about the combat drills? He single-handedly wiped out half of our simulated defense squad! His movement, his marksmanship—it was like a ghost!"

"The key is his mind! Have you noticed that every time we review something, the problems he points out are spot-on, and after we fix them, our efficiency immediately improves! Working with him gives me peace of mind!"

"Nonsense! Look at all these things—flying in the sky, running on the ground, what they're holding, what they're wearing—who got them all? Our commander is our 'God of War' descended to earth!"

Shen Wang could vaguely hear some of these conversations.

He simply closed his eyes slightly to rest and adjust his breathing and state of mind.

With a physique of 15 points and a battlefield minimap of 500 meters, if he still can't crush this group of elite soldiers, then he's too useless.

This is one of the reasons why he insisted on participating in the mission.

Besides not wanting to have any regrets or waste military merits, the 500-meter battlefield minimap is also a form of protection.

If the previous planning, training, and rehearsals have brought the mission's success rate to 70%, then his battlefield minimap will make up the final 30%!

Don't forget, it also has a passive early warning function!

There's absolutely no need to worry about security!

Shen Wang touched his chest; the wound, which had completely healed, seemed to be aching again.

Gangcun, I'm fucking here!

. . .

The two-hour flight passed quietly as the team members checked their equipment, whispered among themselves, or closed their eyes to rest.

After the navigator rechecked the map and the faint outline of the river on the ground, which served as the final confirmation point, he turned to Shen Wang, his voice tinged with tense excitement:

"Commander, we are expected to reach the final approach point in five minutes. We can now visually confirm... the outline of Beiping."

Shen Wang suddenly opened his eyes and looked out into the endless darkness through the porthole.

In the distant, dark place where the sky meets the earth, a vast, incomparably deep and heavy shadow, thicker than the surrounding night sky, gradually revealed its menacing outline.

In the center of that shadow, slightly to the north, the silhouette of a majestic, orderly complex of buildings, resembling a sleeping behemoth, was faintly discernible even in the dead of night due to its unique scale and form.

That's... the Forbidden City.

We've arrived in Beiping.