As if to verify Zhao Yongqi's judgment, in the next half a month, the number of Dragon Sword attacks became more and more frequent, and sometimes, even twice in three days. This made the soldiers feel tired, and the oppressive atmosphere in the barracks became more and more intense. The only thing that is still thankful is that, apart from the addition of a dozen new wounded, there have been no sacrifices so far, which can be regarded as a consolation.

During this time, Zhao Liying naturally followed Zhao Yongqi every day as before, chattering about the gossip he had never heard of. However, to the girl's delight now, the big ice cube is gradually beginning to melt. Although I still can't see a smile, at least I don't have to say ten sentences to respond.

The time is approaching the New Year, and the soldiers who were ready to dress up in the barracks to welcome the New Year suddenly got a bad news.

Just like Zhao Yongqi's speculation, those cunning terrorists took advantage of the Spring Festival to launch a terrorist attack involving the entire city in LS. Soon, in order to maintain law and order in the area, troops throughout the Tibetan area began to mobilize. The 508 Frontier Regiment, which was closest to the Dragon Sword station, was transferred the day after the riot, and because of this, all the border pressure fell on the Dragon Sword.

On the third day of the uprising, in order to crack down on the terrorists who were hiding in the city and attacking, a squadron of the 1st, 3rd, and 2nd squadrons of the Dragon Sword was ordered to be dispatched, led by the captain Deng Chao, and transferred out of the station. Today, only fifty-eight soldiers of the 2nd Squadron remained, as well as sixteen wounded soldiers.

That night, Zhao Yongqi, who temporarily assumed the responsibility of the captain, sat bored behind the wide desk, watching Cheng He foaming at the mouth and flattering Yang Mu who had sent supper. And Zhao Liying sat beside him gently, carefully peeling the white tendons on the citrus for him like a bomb.

Bell ......

A soft sound rang from the green phone on the desk, it was an internal phone. Zhao Yongqi frowned, picked up the phone and said in a deep voice: "I'm Zhao Yongqi, what's the matter?"

"Second Squadron Leader, Red Communications Phone. The herald on the phone, a slightly anxious voice, rang out.

"Well, cut here. "No nonsense, after finishing speaking, Zhao Yongqi put down the green phone, stood up and put on his combat uniform, and when the red phone rang, he lifted the phone with a solemn expression.

When the red phone rang, Cheng He stood beside Zhao Yongqi with a gloomy face, and the two girls seemed to realize something, and looked at Zhao Yongqi with a nervous face.

"I am Lei Zetao, commander of the XZ Military Region, and the communication password is XXXXXX. ”

"Hello chief, Zhao Yongqi, the leader of the second squadron of the Dragon Sword, salutes you!" Although no one saw it, Zhao Yongqi still stood on his heels like a javelin.

The slightly older voice on the other end of the phone said in a deep voice: "The Ministry of Intelligence has recently intercepted classified information, and a large number of X-Raiders will infiltrate our country around the Wakhan Corridor tonight. Their goal is to create chaos in the border city in conjunction with the LS riots. The enemy's strength is expected to reach 1,000 troops! I will inform you of the specific infiltration location later through satellite pictures. Now order, your troops will attack immediately, and be sure to block those debris at the border!"

Hearing the content of the mission, Zhao Yongqi gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "There are only more than 50 people in our department at present, and I hope to get fire support from the army aviation unit." ”

"No!" Unexpectedly, two cold words came from the earpiece, and the old general's voice sounded again: "Tonight, the meteorological department has determined that there will be a thunderstorm, and the army aviation regiment will not be able to take off to provide fire support." The nearest 705th Panzer Regiment has been pulled out of you, and it will take at least eight hours to arrive. The 1st and 3rd squadrons of your division in LS have also been deployed to your division, but it will also take six to eight hours to arrive. The only thing I can give you is to give you cruising support after an encounter with an enemy. But...... In such weather, the hit rate is limited, so I hope you don't get your hopes up too much. ”

"......" Hearing such news, Zhao Yongqi was silent.

Perhaps he couldn't stand Zhao Yongqi's silence, and the old general's voice brought a little anger: "Let me remind you that behind you are hundreds of thousands of compatriots. Once those foreign terrorists are allowed to merge with the domestic saboteurs, the motherland's strategic goal of operating Tibetan areas for many years will be mired. As a result, Western countries will continue to launch public opinion offensives, and then we will be in a very passive situation. Now, I don't want to hear about your difficulties, I just want to know, no, I just need to know that you can guarantee to complete the task!"

The firmness in his eyes slowly condensed, Zhao Yongqi put his legs together, and said in a deep voice: "Yes! The second squadron of the Dragon Sword is ordered to attack and snipe the enemy to the death!"

"Very well, I remember your name. Come back and let me see, what kind of guy is it, dare to hesitate the order of the military department!" The old general's voice paused and slowed down a little: "Remember, come back alive, this is an order!"

"Yes!" After saying without hesitation, Zhao Yongqi put down the phone, raised his head in the expectant eyes of everyone, picked up the military hat on the table, and said in a deep voice: "Cheng He, gather all the remaining troops and dress in standard combat readiness." ”

"Yes!" saluted Zhao Yongqi, Cheng He turned around and strode out of the office.

Zhao Yongqi, who turned his head, looked at Zhao Liying and Yang Mu, and said in a slow voice: "You also go back and inform the non-combatants, gather in fifteen minutes, bring the necessary items, and throw away all the rest." ”

Yang Mu and Zhao Liying glanced at each other, as if they wanted to ask something, but Zhao Yongqi had already bypassed the desk and strode towards the door of the office, leaving them with only a tall back.

……

Fifteen minutes later, fifty-eight soldiers, sixteen wounded and sick, seventy or so non-combatants, and a platoon of guards in the barracks were all concentrated in front of the training ground.

Zhao Yongqi, who had changed into a black combat uniform, spread his legs slightly, put his hands behind his back, and did not waver in the slightest on his resolute face, and said in a deep voice: "Tonight, there will be thousands of armed personnel of the X-Assault Organization infiltrating our country. Our troops were ordered to attack and hold back the enemy for more than eight hours from now on. All combatants of the 2nd Squadron accompanied the attack, and the guard platoon protected the non-combatants and the wounded were evacuated to Kashgar. Above. ”

As soon as she heard that she had to face more than twenty times the enemy, Zhao Liying's little face turned pale. This is not the invulnerable god army on TV, she has already seen death, so she naturally knows what this number means.

Just when Zhao Liying was distracted and didn't know what to think, a Dragon Sword warrior with a bandage on his arm tore off the bandage on his arm, stepped forward and shouted loudly: "Squadron leader, I was only slightly injured, and I asked to join the combat unit!"