The troops of the Y Du people quickly collapsed under the bombardment of powerful artillery fire. This is not the front line, but strictly speaking, it should be the rear. At this moment, the attack here can only mean that the front line has been broken and a large number of Chinese troops are advancing here.

Without battlefield command, no one would be so stupid that he would stay and fight the decisive battle with the Chinese army that was good at attacking the toughest. The opponent had already carried out a precise missile strike, so when would he not leave?

Nighthawk looked at Babu lying in front of him and suddenly felt that he was not so hateful. It turned out that hating someone was so simple, but with this person's death, all hatred had no meaning in a flash.

He raised his head and tears slid down his cheeks. Looking back, all the brothers who came here with him fell to the ground. They had no strength anymore, fell on the brother's body, and fell on the battlefield where they had charged.

"Captain Nighthawk, Captain Nighthawk, please reply when you receive it!" An anxious voice suddenly came from the headset. Nighthawk sighed and sorted out the headset.

"I am Nighthawk, I have received it!" There was obviously a cheer from the radio, but when I heard the cheer, Nighthawk was not happy at all.

"Captain Nighthawk, we have successfully penetrated the enemy's defense line and are moving closer to you. Please stay where you are waiting for rescue. Our Air Force is carrying out carpet bombing on the enemy's positions and will soon be able to meet you. Repeat, please stay where you are..."

The excited voice was repeated in the headphones, but Nighthawk had already taken off the headset. He knew who was coming to him. It was the special forces that the general of the Ministry of National Defense promised him before leaving. Before he set out, he could cross the enemy's front and accurately attack the enemy here.

Throwing away the headset, he sat among his brothers. There were less than thirty people living and everyone was injured. Did they really win? Nighthawk didn't see joy in any of his face, and in their eyes, there were only brothers who were lying on the ground.

Twenty minutes later, a large number of special forces crossed the enemy's defense line and rushed over in a dispersed formation in an all-terrain convoy. The officers of the special forces led the team were filled with admiration. In their eyes, Nighthawk and others were the pride of the entire Chinese special forces, and they were heroes.

The injured were quickly treated, and the dead brothers were carried into the car. The troops had to evacuate this place as soon as possible, after all, this was the rear of the Y Duren. The opponent would likely counterattack quickly, and then it would be a difficult positional battle rather than a flexible special operations behind enemy lines.

Nighthawk sat in the shaking car, allowing medical staff to bandage his wounds. His eyes were fixed on the brothers, Mengfei, landmines, Yasha...

They were so familiar with each other, but they would never hear their voices again. Nighthawk knew that in the near future, they would be picked up by helicopters and returned home in a heroic manner. But is that still important? Is it any point to their family to hold a cold martyr's medal?

Leng Dong lay on Yasha's body and cried in pain. He followed his brother's footsteps. From then on, no matter how long the road was or how far the sky was, he would walk alone. Junzhi looked out of his face and kept looking into the distance, but his hand tightly grasped Junzhi and the landmine's already stiff hands, as if this would never be separated again.

Nighthawk hugged Leng Dong tightly and hugged it into his arms: "Stop crying, at least you are still alive. Live well, be a brave special forces soldier like your brother."

A few hours later, the convoy stopped in a dense forest. The helicopter that flew here and flew away with the bodies of the martyrs. Everyone saluted the helicopter that was leaving. This was the only way they could express their grief like the martyrs.

When the helicopter disappeared at the end of the sky, the commander of the special forces led by the team asked Nighthawk tentatively: "Captain Nighthawk, what should we do next?"

At this moment, Nighthawk's eyes seemed to have anger that could burn everything. He turned around and stared at the boundary of YD that could not see the end, and shouted loudly: "What should I do? Those who dare to offend the prestige of China will be punished even if they are far away! Avenge your comrades!"

In the following time, it completely became a nightmare for the Y-Du army. Nighthawk divided his special forces with nearly 10,000 people into more than a dozen, each of which had the strength to destroy a brigade alone.

He sprinkled all these dozen troops onto the battlefield, and no longer simply attacked the other party's rear supply line. As long as they passed, no matter where they were cars, food, weapons, ammunition, or people, they would leave nothing.

They were like locusts, making YD soldiers feel scared. These people came quietly, often standing in place the moment before, and the next moment, no one knew when someone would come out from behind to give you a knife and completely end your life.

They came and went without a trace, and their favorite thing was to kill the other party's command center. The y-du army had a headache that they often had to send senior officers from the country to the front line, because their generals were often killed in tents or on the way to march.

The y Duren wanted to find the Chinese special forces behind them and completely destroy them. However, they found that there was more than one unit behind them, and sent large corps to encircle and suppress them, wandering like loaches in the opposite direction. If they continued to track, the other party would be ambushed in one place at some point, and their troops were more than ten times more than before. They would never give up until the tracked team was crippled.

Moreover, the equipment of this Chinese army is also very good, and it also has firepower support from China. Often, the encircled and suppressed YD troops flew over a dozen missiles from China before they even started fighting. First, they bombed the YD troops half-dead, and then the special forces rushed out and killed them as soon as they saw them.

So when it comes to encircling and suppressing the Chinese special forces, no one on the y-du-du-do side is willing to go. From generals to soldiers, everyone knows that encircling and suppressing is seeking death.

Later on, China's special forces were no longer limited to making trouble behind the Y Du people, but instead intuitively attacking from the rear of the Y Du army's front line.

They gathered a large number of people, well-equipped and flexible tactics. Often, the YD army on the front line was caught off guard and was beaten to death. At this time, the timely reactionary counterattack of the Chinese army on the front battlefield immediately made the YD army retreat step by step. In just one month, the YD people not only retreated to the country, but also lost a large amount of territory.

The whole country was shocked. Their original idea was to fight and make a fuss. After all, the dispute over the border issue has been long and the other party will never play the real thing.

But this time, China not only crossed the border, but also advanced on a large scale, with a strong momentum that it was necessary to attack the capital. Y Duren immediately panicked. Their weapons, ammunition and supply lines could not keep up, the front line was killed and injured, the army's morale was extremely low, and the domestic anti-war march reached its peak, and even the government had the possibility of collapse.

Yi Duren really couldn't stand it, so after the consent of the behind-the-scenes commander, he proposed a reconciliation to the Huaxia side. The Chinese government also stopped at this time and stopped the pace of continuing the attack.

Another month later, the two sides reached a settlement agreement. The Chinese army withdrew from the territory of Y Degree, and all the responsibility for the war belonged to Y Degree. Y Degree must compensate Huaxia for all losses in this battle, and Huaxia has priority in Y Degree's trade.

This war was a complete victory for China. The Western world acknowledged China and decided to form an alliance. The United States was also extremely calm, and it seemed that nothing happened at all.

The people of the whole country were celebrating this great victory, while Nighthawk and his special forces returned silently without anyone knowing it.

There were no flowers and no welcomes, they came quietly and went back quietly. The only thing waiting for them was a few senior officials of the Ministry of Defense and cold medals at the airport.

Nighthawk has long taken all this lightly, and this is the mission of soldiers. When others are laughing, they have to hold a steel gun. When others are enjoying life, they are sweating and life. They are the military spirit of China, and they are contemporary Chinese soldiers.

A month later, there were few people in the quiet martyrs' cemetery, and the scattered graves were located on the hillside, which seemed very quiet.

An elderly man held a broom and gently swept one grave after another, with memories in his eyes. Every time he walked past a grave, he seemed to be telling something gently.

Finally, he came to a newly completed grave. There were no flowers, no paper money here, only a glass of liquor and a cigarette in front of the grave, and a tall man stood here silently.

The old man looked at the photos on the graves and sighed: "It's a pity, it's a pity!"

The tall man turned his head and nodded silently to the old man. In silence, he was like a mountain, and the sun shook his face sharply.

"Young man, live well. Only the living understands what the dead have done, and only the living will remember them forever."

The old man gently waved the broom and slowly walked away. His back was very old, as if he had passed countless years of glory, and the wind and frost were floating under his feet. He was the witness of that glory.

Nighthawk looked at his back silently, finally turned around, sprinkled the strong wine in front of each grave one by one, and lit each cigarette and inserted it on the soft land in front of the grave.

At this moment, a tall figure came from a distance. He stood in front of the grave and stood silently for a while. When he looked at several of the graves, there were still crystal tears flashing in his eyes.

Turning his head, he looked at the tall man and said in a deep voice: "Captain, there is another mission!"

Nighthawk took a deep breath and looked up at the bright sunshine. Every day is so beautiful. The people lying here are the heroes who have created this beautiful day.
Chapter completed!