Autumn 1993.

Dabie Mountain, Xiake Ridge.

It is an almost forgotten mountain range, rocky, wooded and overgrown with weeds. Although it's not too far from the city, it's hardly ever set foot except for a small quarry.

If there is anything different about this mountain range, it is its name, which is said to be named after Xu Xiake.

But at ten o'clock this morning, the almost untouched mountain was surrounded by thousands of heavily armed soldiers. One military vehicle after another caused a riot throughout the city, and there was speculation about what was happening in Xiakeling.

"Listen! This is not only a task to rescue the hostages, but also an extremely serious political task! At the foot of the mountain, an officer with the rank of colonel on his shoulder looked like lightning, waved his right hand and smashed it down and let out a low roar: "I don't care what method you use, you must rescue that child intact for me." ”

Standing in front of the colonel was a special forces unit that was famous throughout the country: the black beret.

The number of black berets was small, only hundreds. However, they are all experienced in a hundred battles, proficient in various combat terrains, and have completed countless tasks, which can be called a real tiger and wolf army.

"Guaranteed to complete the mission!" Hundreds of majestic voices sounded in unison, revealing a hideous killing intent.

The colonel didn't nod, he swept the faces of hundreds of elites one by one with his eyes like electricity, stretched out a finger, gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "I want to live, I want that child to be intact and stand in front of me alive, this is my Sun Honglie's only request to you, and it is also a plea!" Please! Please!! ”

The black beret stopped talking, and quickly changed from a neat formation to a battle group moving towards the mountains.

Standing next to him was an old-fashioned middle-aged man, although he was well-dressed, but the wrinkles on his face reflected him like a candle in his last years. His eyes were filled with a complex look of despair and hope, and his hands trembled slightly.

Sun Honglie pursed his lips, walked over and grabbed the trembling right hand of the middle-aged man, and pretended to smile easily: "Old Xiao, don't worry, we will definitely rescue the child." Intact, I promise! ”

This comfort didn't do much, even when the middle-aged man saw the most elite troops come to the rescue. It's not that he doesn't believe it, it's that he's too scared, the kidnapped child is his only son, and if this son dies too, he doesn't know if he'll go crazy.

The middle-aged man was trembling, his lips humming desperately. But he didn't say a word for a long time, his knees weakened, and he knelt straight towards Sun Honglie.

"Chief, you must save my son, even if he has a broken arm or leg, as long as he can live, he can live!" The middle-aged man's eyes were full of tears, and he clutched Sun Honglie's pants tightly, begging like a life-saving straw: "This son is the only blood and bone of our Xiao family, if Yuan Chao dies, the child will definitely not be able to live." Please, you must get my son out, I, I, I ......."

The middle-aged man bent down fiercely and slammed his head heavily on the rocky mountain.

It's just that before this head was buckled, he was pulled up by Sun Honglie to stop his helpless move to the limit.

Sun Honglie's eyes were red, he understood how heavy a man's knees were, especially Xiao Hongjun, who was only middle-aged in front of him, but looked extremely old.

"Chief," Xiao Hongjun took a deep breath, grabbed Sun Honglie's shoulder tightly and said, "My eldest son died in the northwest frontier, my second son died at the border post, my third son died in flood fighting, and my fourth son exchanged his life for a carload of people." I have one son left, I only have one son left......"

Sun Honglie's eyes moistened, and he reached out to support Xiao Hongjun's arms, grasping them tightly, tightly......

Xiao Hongjun, born in 1955, his father Xiao Yuanzheng, participated in the Burma Expeditionary Force in 1942, and returned to China after the troops were dispersed to be incorporated by the Eighth Route Army.

Xiao Hongjun was born in a military family and was born brave and ruthless. When he was eighteen years old, he was forced by his father to marry and have children. At the age of 24, he secretly left his wife and children to participate in the first round of Vietnam's self-defense counterattack, and recovered from serious injuries. Although he has recovered, he was unmatched in the first round of the battle, shaved his head, drank blood, infiltrated behind enemy lines with a team of scouts, and fought Vietnamese agents to the death, strapped his head and laughed.

Xiao Hongjun had five sons: the eldest son, Xiao Jiefang, died in the northwest frontier; The second son, Xiao Zhonghua, died in the southwest border outpost; The third son, Xiao Hongxing, died in the flood fight, and the fourth son, Xiao Xiangqian, in order to save a carload of people, used his body to resist the tires of the bus that slowly slid down the cliff; The fifth son, Xiao Yuanchao, was only six years old, but today he was taken hostage by a vicious gangster.

When the first son died, Xiao Hongjun said a sentence in front of his son's ashes: For the country, it is worth it!

When the second son died, Xiao Hongjun said a word in front of his son's ashes: Son, good job!

When the third son died, Xiao Hongjun touched his son's urn and said: How should I explain to your mother.

When the fourth son died, Xiao Hongjun just hugged the urn tightly and muttered to himself, and no one heard what he said.

In seven years, four sons died one after another. The four heroes of the family brought them the supreme glory of the Xiao family, but Xiao Hongjun and his wife lived in seclusion from then on, and they watched and paid attention to their only son. The last remaining son is their life, their only hope of survival.

A man who used to be flying on the battlefield, an iron-blooded tough man who sent away four sons in a row, cried, knelt down, and pleaded at this time. He couldn't afford to lose it anymore, he couldn't afford it anymore.

"Divisional commander, phone!" A soldier ran over and handed the wireless phone to Sun Honglie. （.）。

After receiving the phone, Sun Honglie immediately stood upright, with a stern face, and said loudly at the phone: "Please rest assured, I will definitely rescue Xiao Yuanchao intact!" If there is one less hair, I, Sun Honglie, will immediately cut myself here, and I will do what I say! ”

Hanging up the phone, Sun Honglie grabbed Xiao Hongjun's arm again, gritted his teeth and said, "Old Xiao, leave it to me, I, Sun Honglie, will definitely give you a lively son." ”

After finishing speaking, Sun Honglie, who was the division commander, directly picked up a gun and ran towards Xiake Ridge with the guards around him.

Xiao Hongjun, who was no longer an iron-blooded tough guy, sat paralyzed on the ground, constantly wiping his eyes and looking at Xiakeling from afar. At this moment, he is an ordinary father who can no longer be ordinary.

At eleven o'clock, the task of rescuing the hostages was still not completed, because this bandit was too cunning. Not only is he cunning, but he also has a scratching anti-reconnaissance ability, and he can't find any trace of him at all, not even a single footprint.

The phone calls came one after another, all of which were personally received by the principal leaders of the higher authorities. Even this incident alarmed the four headquarters, and issued a death order: Xiao Yuanchao must be rescued safely within two hours!

The name of the six-year-old child Xiao Yuanchao was presented in front of leaders at all levels, which touched everyone's hearts, and they were willing to pay any price to rescue the child.

All four sons died heroically, the motherland could not bear it, the people could not bear it, and they could not bear to let this pair of parents lose their last child.

As long as the child can be returned to the mother's arms, let the child fall asleep soundly in the mother's arms, and make the child's father laugh again, even if it costs blood.

This is what the motherland owes them, the people owe them, and even more so the army......