In Wolf Fang, I Became the Godfather of Special Forces

The dozen or so members of the Lone Wolf Commando Team ran back to their dormitory with red eyes.

As the rainfall decreased, the flood was gradually brought under control.

Warmth is beginning to spread across all regions of the country.

At this time, in H Province, the No. 1 dam has finally returned to its normal water level, and the dam no longer poses a threat to the villagers upstream and midstream.

Moreover, after repeated testing, the weather station has determined that it is almost certain that there will be no more rain in this area in the future.

This means that the area is now completely safe.

More than 10,000 soldiers lined up, ready to return home.

But as they were preparing to board the vehicle, more than a thousand people, carrying crops or clothing, all ran over.

"Comrades of the People's Liberation Army! Wait a minute! Wait a minute! We've come to see you off!"

"You've worked so hard! Take this food and clothing with you! Look at your clothes, they're all soaked. You must not have eaten anything during this time, right? Quickly, take these things, go back and have a good meal and get some rest!"

The villagers handed the items from the baskets to the soldiers one by one.

But the soldiers waved their hands repeatedly and kept backing away; no one went to take it.

"Fellow villagers, you can keep these things, we don't need them! The army has them all!"

"Fellow villagers, our army has regulations that prohibit us from taking things from civilians! Your families have also been struggling during this flood, so please keep them. You need these food and clothing more than we do!"

The soldiers kept making excuses.

When the elderly men saw the soldiers' hands, covered in scars from countless cuts and bruises, their eyes welled up with tears.

"Good boy, does it hurt?"

An old man grasped the hand of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old private, which was covered in blisters, and gently stroked it, his eyes filled with indescribable heartache.

"It doesn't hurt, Grandma. We're used to it. We'll be fine after a few days of rest at home."

The private smiled shyly.

"But Grandma feels sorry for her!"

The old man, his eyes red and his voice hoarse, said, "You're so young, yet you have to suffer so much. If your parents knew how tired you are, how much skin you've worn off, their hearts would break!"

As the old man spoke, he couldn't help but hug the private.

The private quickly patted the old woman on the shoulder to comfort her, saying, "Grandma, I'm really fine, don't worry. This is just our duty as soldiers."

The other villagers also showed concern and care for the other soldiers, their eyes filled with heartache.

These are all still children.

In society, most seventeen- or eighteen-year-olds are either studying or playing. They are taken care of by their parents and cared for by their schools. They don't have to suffer much every day and live a carefree life.

But in the military, these children train day after day under the scorching sun and wind, and when natural disasters strike, they have to rush to the scene and risk their lives to rescue others.

They are all children of the same age, so why do they have to put in so much more effort than other children?

They receive less care, attention, and welfare than children in society.

But they still did it willingly without a single complaint.

On the other side, the people who brought the villagers over were two elderly men in their sixties.

Around them were more than a dozen jars of wine.

One of the old men grasped the division commander's hand and said gratefully, "Commander, we are also veterans, and we live in a village in the middle reaches of this area."

"Our soldiers are fighting the flood here, protecting us. We, the ordinary people, have seen it all! Well done! Well done, People's Liberation Army!"

The division commander quickly said, "You two senior soldiers, please don't say that. This is what we soldiers should do. Protecting our country is our mission!"

"Good good!"

The veteran said, "We were soldiers too, and we know the rules of the army. But you can't accept these food and clothes. How about we at least have a bowl of wine? Consider it our way of thanking you on behalf of the more than 200,000 people in the middle and upper reaches of the country! Consider it a farewell gift to you, is that alright?"

The division commander hesitated for a moment, but seeing the expectant eyes of the villagers, he finally did not refuse.

"Alright! Thank you so much, senior colleagues and fellow villagers!"

Back then, the military wasn't as strict about drinking.

Drinking alcohol is permitted at all times except during missions and training.

However, it wasn't until the new century that a complete ban on alcohol was implemented in the military. No matter the time, drinking alcohol was prohibited in the military.

"Those in the first row, extend your hands to accept the toasts from your fellow villagers!"

The division commander gave a loud order.

Upon hearing this, the soldiers below hesitated and slowly extended their hands, but when they saw the wounds on their palms, they couldn't help but pull them back.

Perhaps in their view, it is shameful to expose these wounds to their fellow villagers now.

Their hands were trembling slightly from the stinging pain.

However, when the more than two thousand civilians saw that the young soldiers' palms were covered in blood blisters and none of them were intact, they all choked up and shed tears.

The two senior soldiers personally poured half a bowl of wine and handed it to a soldier.

The soldier hesitated and did not take it.

The division commander then said, "Drink up, this is a token of the villagers' goodwill."

"Yes!"

The soldier reached out his hand to take the bowl of wine.

However, his hands were still trembling from the pain, and as soon as he picked up the bowl, he lost his balance and the bowl fell to the ground.

"Ah! I'm so sorry! I...I didn't mean to. I'll make you a replacement bowl, I..."

Before the soldier could finish speaking, tears welled up in the old man's eyes. He gripped the soldier's wrist tightly and said in a hoarse voice with deep concern, "You can lift sandbags weighing over a hundred pounds with both hands, but now you can't even hold half a bowl of wine. Good boy, you... you've worked so hard!"

At this moment, in a mountain forest in the middle and lower reaches of the river, a very disheveled figure was using a piece of wood as a cane, walking with a limp.

His thigh, knee, and other arm were all bound with his clothes.

Clearly, he was seriously injured.

"Two kilometers left, damn it, I'm exhausted!"

"Damn it, what goes around comes around. But I've been crawling around in these mountains for half a month now, why don't you guys come and look for me? You don't think I'm really dead, do you?"

The man looked up at the sky and sighed.

That's right, this person is Tang Ming.

He fainted instantly after being hit by the massive flood.

When he regained consciousness, he had already been swept away by the flood to the riverbank dozens of miles away.

The great river was deep in the mountains and forests, and it was still raining heavily at the time. There was not a single person for more than twenty miles around.

When he regained consciousness, he discovered that he had two broken ribs, his knee and right arm were dislocated, and he had various cuts and bruises all over his body.

The injury left him unable to stand up; he could only crawl to higher ground in the mountains to avoid being swept away by the rising river again.

After climbing ashore, he tore his clothes, used wood to secure his arms and knees, and found a place where he could shelter from the rain, where he stayed for several days.

However, without systematic treatment, especially in such a harsh mountain forest, it is impossible to recover quickly from a broken bone.

He had no communication devices and could not contact the army, so he could only save himself in the mountains.

Fortunately, there were still quite a few rats in the mountains, and he even managed to catch a snake, which slightly solved his hunger problem.

After a week, his injuries slowly healed, but it was still difficult for him to stand up and walk. He could only slowly crawl upstream.

After climbing for a few days, I started walking.

Finally, after a week, he is now only about two kilometers away from the dam.

"I wonder if the main force has left yet, and if anyone is still up there?"

Tang Ming looked at the blazing sun in the sky, smiled bitterly, and shook his head.

Even though he wasn't killed by the flood, those two weeks almost cost him his life.

Fortunately, he persevered.

After catching his breath, he continued to climb up step by step.

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On the dam.

Behind the villagers and soldiers drinking farewell wine, an armed helicopter flew in from the sky.

Everyone looked on curiously.

The helicopter landed on relatively flat ground, and He Zhijun led Gao Zhongdui and the Lone Wolf Commando Team over.

Upon seeing this, the division commander immediately went to greet him.

"Hello there!"

He Zhijun saluted and said, "I am a leader of the unit where Comrade Tang Ming served. We have come to collect his belongings."

The division commander returned the salute and said to He Zhijun with a heavy heart, "I am very sorry that your soldiers have sacrificed their lives here. It was my fault for poor command."

"Comrade Tang Ming is truly an excellent soldier. We are proud and honored by him!"

He Zhijun said, "This is his mission, and it is also the responsibility of every soldier. Sacrificing himself to save more than 200,000 people is worthwhile! I believe Tang Ming will also be proud of it!"

Although it is unclear which unit Tang Ming belonged to.

But the fact that his direct superiors were able to fly a helicopter over and take Tang Ming's belongings back proves that they are not an ordinary military unit!

Thinking back to Tang Ming's freakish physical strength in carrying sandbags, the division commander couldn't help but recall that mysterious and powerful type of soldier.

Soon, the division commander had someone bring Tang Ming's belongings over.

"These are our platoon leader's clothes, and this is his backpack."

The men from the 7th Company of the military academy, carrying Tang Ming's belongings, walked towards He Zhijun and his group.

"Platoon leader?"