Soldiers' Assault: Veteran Special Agents and New Recruits

The evacuation convoy moved from darkness to dawn, the departure of night seemingly suggesting that the ordeal was over and a bright new day was welcoming everyone.

I was a little nervous when we set off, worried that the Red Turban Army would catch up with us, but now I can finally relax completely.

Everyone's face was beaming with joy, and even the African workers spontaneously started singing, letting the songs accompany the convoy as it moved forward.

However, amidst the laughter and joy, another unexpected event occurred.

"Boom!"

"Da da da da da da..."

With a deafening explosion like rolling thunderclouds, followed by intense gunfire, the peaceful tranquility of the early morning was shattered.

The cheerful singing in the convoy came to an abrupt halt, and people couldn't help but start talking amongst themselves.

"Gunshots, it's gunshots."

"What's going on? Weren't we supposed to be avoiding combat zones along the way?"

"The sound is coming from ahead; it sounds like the road we're about to cross."

"There's fighting ahead, we can't get through..."

……

As the workers discussed the situation, the atmosphere in the convoy gradually turned into one of unease and tension, with everyone starting to worry about their journey home.

Inside the command vehicle, Zhuo Yifan was very nervous and asked anxiously, "Brother Leng, it looks like a fight has broken out up ahead. What do we do?"

"Don't rush, calm down."

Jackie Chan calmed Zhuo Yifan down, frowned, and thought for a moment before saying, "I'll tell the convoy to stop. Send a drone over to check what's going on."

"Okay, sure, I'll go right away." Zhuo Yifan immediately began to prepare.

"Attention all units, listen up! Stop your vehicles and remain in place. Stay calm and don't panic. Let me clarify the situation first."

Upon receiving Jackie Chan's order, the convoy slowly came to a stop on the highway.

The workers' discussion did not stop.

It actually got even more intense!

The factory used to be their own territory, and they always felt more confident fighting in their own home.

Now everyone has driven to the desolate wilderness, and they can't even find a place to hide. If they encounter an attack, it will be really terrible.

No one wants to die in a foreign land; tension and fear are inevitable.

Fortunately, Jackie Chan is still there as the backbone. The workers have absolute trust in Jackie Chan, so the situation can be controlled for the time being.

"Captain Zhang's route should be fine; it's been reconnaissanceed by military satellites. So why are there gunshots along the way? Are we just unlucky and have run into a skirmish between government forces and the Red Turban Army?"

Jackie Chan was genuinely puzzled, so he took out his phone, opened the map, and checked again.

The route is correct.

The goal is to take this path.

"It seems to be a coincidental encounter. This place was indeed safe a few hours ago, and it's very likely that it was safe until half an hour ago, before dawn. It was just bad luck, there's nothing we can do about it."

Jackie Chan sighed silently, knowing he could only try to find a solution to the problem as soon as possible.

The most direct approach is to change routes!

If there is a safer way to get through, then there is no need to take the risk, no matter how low the risk is, it is still a risk.

It's a pity, a real shame.

Jackie Chan spent a long time looking at the electronic map, checking the area within a radius of tens of kilometers, and found that this was the only road he could take.

This is perfectly reasonable and within Jackie Chan's expectations.

In Africa, where transportation is underdeveloped, having even one highway is considered a blessing; in most areas, transportation relies solely on dilapidated dirt roads.

It's the kind of thing that's been running over by cars for a long time without any maintenance, and even large trucks would get stuck in it.

"Since there is no other way to go, we can only try to take this path. In the original story, Leng Feng crossed the road holding up a national flag, which looked very heroic, but it was actually a bit too artistic. I dare not play it."

Jackie Chan pondered to himself, and finally turned his gaze to Old D.

"It seems... it's time to use this specially prepared trump card. I just hope it hasn't been exposed yet and that what he said still has some effect."

Jackie Chan only thought this in his heart and didn't say it out loud.

But Old D felt uneasy watching it.

With his high intelligence, he thought for a moment and roughly guessed what Jackie Chan was up to, and he also prayed that his words would still be effective.

Otherwise, Old D really doesn't know how he would survive with a worthless prisoner.

Jackie Chan and Old D both had their own thoughts; they were thinking about the same thing. They didn't talk to each other and just sat there quietly.

Jackie Chan is still waiting for an answer.

Results that can be witnessed with one's own eyes.

The answer comes from Jackie Chan's eyes, specifically the 30-inch LCD screen hanging on the left side wall of the carriage.

Now we have a picture above, an image taken from high above.

It was clearly a drone from high altitude.

Zhuo Yifan clearly enjoys flying drones and has excellent drone flying skills. He not only flies very smoothly but also controls the altitude very well.

After nearly a minute of advance, the drone finally arrived over the combat zone.

From an aerial viewpoint, it's clear that on the left are government troops in uniform, numbering approximately one hundred.

The people on the right weren't wearing uniforms, but they were all wearing red scarves, making their identities self-evident.

The battle took place in a village.

The villages built along both sides of the highway were most likely built before the war, when the villagers relied on the highway for a living and provided some services to long-distance drivers.

After all, this highway stretches for hundreds of kilometers, through desolate wilderness with no one around, and there are no villages or shops in sight. Even selling water or food could bring in some income.

It is precisely because of the village's location that it possesses such special value.

Therefore, the village was targeted by both the Red Army and the government forces at the same time, and coincidentally, they arrived at almost the same time, so neither of them could completely occupy it.

They could only fight across a highway, which served as a buffer zone, stretching the battle line to a distance of one or two hundred meters.

"When bad luck strikes, even drinking cold water can cause problems."

Jackie Chan was secretly frustrated that all his good luck had been used up in his game with Old D, and he could only gamble with his last trump card.

"Come on, buddy, it's your turn to perform."

Jackie Chan pulled out the captured Eagle Claw Knife, cut the ropes to free Old D's bound hands, and gestured for him to make a phone call to resolve the situation.

With Old D's brains that allowed him to make it in Europe, Jackie Chan wouldn't need to be taught how to talk.

Old D was used to being the boss and giving orders, and now he was being bossed around by Jackie Chan. He was very unhappy, but there was nothing he could do about it.

He could only adopt his boss-like tone and use the car phone to call the Red Turban Army headquarters.

In a cold, unyielding tone that brooked no questioning, he gave the order to the Red Crystal Puppet, commanding him to lead the Red Turban Army troops in Bella Village.

Temporarily cease hostilities with government forces to allow the Chinese evacuation of their citizens and troops to proceed.

The Red Turban Army puppets are indeed unaware that Dane's team has been almost completely wiped out, leaving only the lone commander Old D alive.

Upon hearing Old D's unquestionable and absolute command, he immediately nodded and bowed to indicate that he had received it.

"I've done what I was supposed to do. You have to keep your promise." Old D put down the microphone and stared coldly at Jackie Chan.

Old D is now specifically reminding Jackie Chan, which proves that he's feeling very insecure right now.

I'm worried that Jackie Chan might go back on his word!

"certainly."

Jackie Chan gave an affirmative answer, but then added, "The premise is that you're well-behaved enough, and it's best not to try anything funny, otherwise..."

Jackie Chan deliberately didn't explain everything clearly; leaving things unsaid made the situation more intimidating.

Old D knew he had no say, and he was no match for Jackie Chan in hand-to-hand combat. Besides, although his hands were freed, his feet were still tightly bound.

In this situation, if he were to fight Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan could instantly kill him.

Old D isn't that stupid!

Old D has already finished making the call; it's uncertain whether his words will be effective.

Just as Jackie Chan had worried before, the Red Turban Army all over the country would definitely obey General Audu's orders, and no one would dare to disobey him as long as he spoke.

But now the person in charge of the command center is a puppet, so it's uncertain whether his words still have any effect.

If the Red Turban Army commander in Bella Village ahead is stubborn and only obeys General Audu's orders, completely ignoring the puppet's commands...

The phone call that Old D made was essentially meaningless.

As for whether it will have any effect in the end.

We can only wait!

If the puppet commander's words have an effect, the Red Turban Army in Bella Village will stop firing within minutes, and the government troops will also stop, puzzled.

If the puppet commander's words have no effect, then the gunfire will continue.

A minute passed.

The gunfire continued intensely.

Jackie Chan remained very calm, as it takes time to relay orders.

Two minutes passed.

Gunfire continued incessantly, with both sides locked in fierce fighting in the village. As seen from the drone footage, there was no sign of the fighting stopping.

Jackie Chan frowned slightly, and a sense of worry began to creep into his heart.

After all, this involves the lives of more than two hundred people, dozens of whom are Chinese compatriots. Whether or not they can be successfully rescued is a matter of honor for soldiers and the image of the army.

Three minutes have passed.

Just when Jackie Chan was about to break down, the situation finally took a significant turn for the better.

"Huh, what's going on? The gunshots are getting quieter."

"Yes, the gunfire ahead is getting thinner and thinner; it really does look like it's going to stop."

"Are they done fighting and leaving? Does that mean we're saved?"

"Amitabha Buddha, Bodhisattva, please protect me and let me get home safely. I don't want to die here, I don't want to be unable to look after my daughter."

……

The gunfire in the village ahead grew fainter, but the chatter within the convoy grew louder.

Anticipation, anxiety, nervousness, joy...

A mix of emotions surged within me!

"Heh, it seems your words had some effect. Congratulations on your chance to survive."

As Jackie Chan heard the gunshots fading, he knew that the puppet commander's orders were taking effect, and his previously suppressed emotions were largely released at that moment.

The remaining half is still dripping; it can only be unloaded after the convoy passes through the village.

About half a minute later.

The gunfire in Bella village completely stopped, and everything returned to its previous calm.

Jackie Chan didn't take the walkie-talkie from the car, but instead picked up the microphone and said, "Listen to me now, we need to get through the village ahead. Before we get there, I need your cooperation."

First, to avoid being misunderstood by the other side—because we are a third-party armed force—everyone must listen to me and drop your guns.

Guns are the only protection in a chaotic area. Jackie Chan told everyone to throw away their guns, and everyone was stunned for a moment.

"If you want to leave alive, or go home alive, then listen to me and throw all your guns onto the road."

Jackie Chan repeated himself, then stepped forward and took the lead by being the first to throw away his gun.

Throwing away the gun is a must!

A gun might seem like it can protect you, but it depends on the specific situation.

A gun that might keep you safe elsewhere is extremely dangerous in today's context, easily causing misunderstandings between government forces and the Red Turban Army.

Even if, on the way there, someone gets too nervous and accidentally fires a gun.

When that shot goes off, it'll be truly over.

Moreover, both the government troops and the Red Turban Army were driving tanks and occupied the terrain advantage in the village.

Even if the workers each had a gun, they couldn't defeat either side.

and so.

Holding a gun in your hand at this time will not make you safer; on the contrary, it will become a hazard and make you more dangerous.

Jackie Chan didn't have time to explain the details, and it wouldn't be clear in a short time anyway.

However, seeing Jackie Chan lead the way in throwing away his gun, and trusting that he had saved everyone, the workers chose to unconditionally believe in him.

They all took out their guns and threw them on the road, where they fell to the ground with a clatter.

A rough count reveals at least a hundred or so!

After all the workers had thrown away their guns, Jackie Chan immediately issued a second order.

Have Zhuo Yifan retrieve the drone, then get a national flag and plant it on top of the command vehicle, as high as possible to make it conspicuous.

Finally, the order was given for the convoy to start again, following the lead vehicle at a constant speed.

Don't be too fast, and don't be too slow.

We must not act rashly!

Wang Jianguo is an expert tank driver, so driving a large van like the command vehicle was no problem for him. He maintained a speed of 25 kilometers per hour and slowly drove towards Bella Village.

As they got closer to Bena village, everyone in the car became increasingly nervous.

Even Jackie Chan is the same!

When the vehicle arrived at the village entrance, the tanks parked inside, as well as the fully armed Red Turban Army and government troops, could be clearly seen.

Sandwiched between two troops engaged in battle, they were about to pass right through the middle of them.

The tension in the team was immediately palpable!

No one can predict what will happen, no one can guarantee a safe passage, and no one can guarantee that no accident will occur.

In this extremely oppressive and high-pressure atmosphere, the convoy slowly entered the village of Bella.

The Red Turban Army soldiers, upon seeing the convoy approaching, did not fire their guns, nor did anyone run onto the road to stop the convoy for inspection.

Only a few Red Turban soldiers kept shouting, "Don't shoot! This is a Chinese convoy. Let them pass."

Following orders from the puppet commander of the Red Turban Army, the other Red Turban Army soldiers did not act recklessly. They simply hid behind cover and watched the convoy slowly approach.

The government forces, as the official armed forces of Dirac, have legitimate international relations with the country.

Seeing that it was an evacuation convoy, they were even less likely to open fire. Instead, some people shouted for the convoy to stop shooting and let it pass.

The workers on the truck were so nervous they didn't dare breathe, watching themselves enter the village step by step, surrounded by two armies.

It wasn't until they were drenched in sweat and their backs were soaked through that they realized they had already left the village.

Looking back at the receding location where they had been taken, the workers, still shaken, could finally breathe a sigh of relief, feeling as if they were dreaming.

Until someone reacted, raised their hands high, wept with joy, and shouted:

"We did it! We survived! We can go home now!"

This cry was like the first cry of spring, snapping the stunned workers out of their daze. Overwhelmed with joy, they burst into tears and laughter.

The convoy erupted into a sea of ​​jubilation!

(End of this chapter)