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"Damn it! Old Wang, look at your power strip!"

The veteran, called Old Wang, looked down and was also stunned for a moment.

A clearly defined, deformed bullet was embedded in the hard composite bulletproof plate on his chest!

The warhead was deeply embedded in the insert material, and the surrounding fiber layer showed radial indentations after impact.

"There really is!"

Old Wang carefully pried the bullet out, held it in his palm, and weighed it in his hand; it was icy cold and hard.

"Damn it, I was wondering why it felt like someone had slammed a sledgehammer into my chest, and I almost couldn't breathe! So that's what it was!"

The surrounding soldiers gathered around, passing the deadly bullet around, their faces filled with astonishment and lingering fear.

"This bulletproof vest is fucking awesome! It can't even penetrate the Japanese Type 38 rifles at this close range!"

"That's right! If it weren't for this gear, would we have had a single casualty today? Look at the Japanese firepower, it was pretty fierce at the beginning."

"It's not just the bulletproof vest, this helmet is tough too! Little Liu got hit on the head by a ricochet, and it only gave him a bump, but the helmet just left a white mark!"

"Our commander is our savior! This isn't just equipment, it's like he gave each of us an extra life!"

Gratitude, relief, and absolute trust in the equipment surged in the hearts of the soldiers.

They personally verified the reliability of these cutting-edge protective equipment in actual combat, and this sense of security was something they had never experienced before when they were carrying old weapons and wearing thin uniforms.

In stark contrast to the ease and relief of the assault team, a group of high-ranking Japanese prisoners of war were huddled together in a corner of the cabin, their hands bound.

They were already in shock, and the scenes before them completely shattered their defenses, leaving them with only deep despair and helplessness.

They watched helplessly as the "devil soldiers" suffered only minor injuries, which they considered insignificant, and as the medics quickly treated them with clean and efficient medical equipment and medicines they had never seen before.

Watching those soldiers casually showing off the "iron plates" they had taken from their bodies that had stopped rifle bullets!

Even when hit by bullets, they don't kill?

The captured major general stared intently at the deformed bullet in Old Wang's hand, his pupils trembling.

He was a veteran and knew all too well what it meant to be hit directly in the chest by a 6.5mm Arisaka rifle bullet in that kind of close-quarters firefight.

Certain death!

Even if one is lucky enough to escape being hit in the heart, the injury is still severe and life-threatening.

But now... the other person just rubbed their chest and complained, "It feels like I've been punched"?

How can we fight this battle?

You desperately aim and fire, hitting the target, only to find that the other person just flinches, then turns their gun on you or your subordinate and kills you?

The Japanese prisoners of war collapsed!

An unprecedented feeling arose in their hearts: a sense of powerlessness!

A deep, bone-chilling sense of powerlessness!

This sense of powerlessness quickly fermented and deteriorated, transforming into a deeper fear.

They began to involuntarily associate their thoughts with something even more terrifying:

What if... what if there were more than just one or two hundred enemies on the Chinese battlefield, but tens of thousands?

So, will the Empire's war situation in China... be completely reversed?

What if... the flames of war one day reach our homeland?

This thought was like the most vicious curse, instantly turning many prisoners pale as paper and causing their bodies to tremble uncontrollably.

If your country is invaded...

They dared not think any further.

Because they know better than anyone what their army has been doing on other people's land!

They burned, killed, looted, and committed all sorts of atrocities, wantonly trampling on the sovereignty, dignity, and lives of other countries.

If the same disaster were to befall one's hometown and one's loved ones...

The mere thought of the consequences was enough to send shivers down their spines, making them feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave!

"No...it's impossible!" The captured colonel shook his head violently, as if trying to shake off this terrible thought.

"They have no navy! No battleships!"

"The Empire's combined fleet is invincible! Even if their army and air force are powerful, without a strong navy, they can't possibly land on the mainland! Absolutely not!"

This seemed to be their last straw.

Upon hearing this, a faint glimmer of hope rekindled in the eyes of the prisoners.

Yes, the Navy!

The empire also has a powerful navy!

There are also super battleships like the Yamato and Musashi!

And countless aircraft carriers, cruisers, and destroyers!

The vast Pacific Ocean and the Sea of ​​Japan served as a natural barrier for the empire!

However, this glimmer of hope became precarious and uncertain when he glimpsed the silent yet chilling commandos around him, and the aircraft beneath him that had revolutionized aviation knowledge.

Who can guarantee that these forces, capable of possessing so much incredible equipment, don't also have an even more incredible naval power?

The Japanese soldiers were completely thrown into chaos.

Fear, despair, self-deception, and a deep-seated fear of the future that even he himself was unwilling to admit.

Amidst this extremely complex psychological torment, the two-hour flight passed by quietly.

The fuselage shuddered slightly, the engine roar began to subside, and the speed decreased.

We've arrived at Zhicheng.

The airport runway was still dark, but in the dim morning light, a row of figures could be vaguely seen standing by the runway.

The chief of staff, division commander, brigade commander, Li Yunlong, and others stayed up all night, waiting here with bated breath.

As the familiar, deep roar grew louder, and as the massive silhouettes of six Chinooks pierced through the morning mist and landed steadily on the runway, the hearts of all those waiting finally settled back into their stomachs.

Not a single one missing!

They're all back!

Regardless of the specific success or failure of the mission, the greatest victory is that everyone returns safely!

The hatch opened, and the rotor slowly stopped spinning.

Shen Wang was the first to jump off the plane. Although his face showed the fatigue of a long journey and a fierce battle, his posture remained upright.

The chief of staff and others immediately rushed to meet them.

"Mr. Shen!"

"Comrade Shen Mingyuan!"

Several large hands reached out almost simultaneously and gripped Shen Wang's hands tightly, as if to confirm that he had truly returned.

"Thank you for your hard work! Thank you for your hard work!"

The chief of staff said repeatedly, looking Shen Wang up and down. Seeing that apart from his combat uniform being a little dirty and torn, he seemed to be fine, and only then was he completely relieved.

"It's good that you're back! It's good that you're back!"

The division commander patted Shen Wang's shoulder heavily, a rare, relieved smile appearing on his usually serious face.

Seeing the undisguised concern and worry in the eyes of the leaders, Shen Wang felt a warmth in his heart, but then he sighed softly and said:

"Chief of Staff, Division Commander, Brigade Commander... I'm sorry, this mission... could not be fully accomplished!"