Comprehension against the sky, creating the Five Thunders in the real world

Hearing Ambassador Fan's question, an overseas Chinese uncle pointed at Lin Beichen and Leng Feng next to him and said, "It was these two who saved us."

Another expatriate added: "Yes! Especially that handsome guy, he can use spells! Thanks to him we can get here safely."

Ambassador Fan's face became more confused, "Talisman? What's going on?" He turned to look at the two people pointed out by everyone.

He walked up to them and asked, "Hello, I heard that you escorted these expatriates all the way here. I wonder what I should call you two?"

Leng Feng stood up straight, raised his hand and saluted Ambassador Fan, and replied seriously: "Leng Feng from the Wolf King Special Forces of the Shen City Garrison!"

Lin Beichen also raised his hand and saluted, "Lin Beichen from the Viper Special Forces of the Yanjing City Security District!"

Their voices were firm and powerful.

After listening to the two people's self-introductions, Ambassador Fan's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Are you China's special forces?" he asked curiously.

"Yes, we are here to evacuate overseas Chinese, but the Masoli Channel was closed this morning, so we can only come here as ordinary people." Leng Feng explained their situation concisely.

After hearing this, Ambassador Fan said to the two men with great joy: "Great, comrades, you are really our timely help!"

Before, they were still worried about how to safely transport overseas Chinese to the port. Now, with the assistance of these two special forces, the problem has been solved.

"At present, most of the overseas Chinese in the city have gathered here. We must send them to the port as soon as possible."

Ambassador Fan seriously pointed out that in view of the increasingly deteriorating external situation, action is urgent.

Lin Beichen and Leng Feng nodded in understanding.

After thinking for a while, Lin Beichen suggested: "Let's take action at night. The Red Turban Army is active outside now, and it is too risky to act during the day."

"But..." Ambassador Fan was about to raise his doubts.

"No buts." Lin Beichen interrupted him decisively.

He further explained: "There is a lot of fighting going on outside. Even if the Red Turban Army does not attack us directly, stray bullets may cause accidental injuries. Rather than taking risks, it is better to wait until night. They also need to rest, and it will be safer to move then."

Ambassador Fan pondered for a moment and finally nodded in agreement.

Lin Beichen's suggestion does make sense. It would undoubtedly be safer to evacuate while the Red Turban Army is resting.

Therefore, all the expatriates temporarily settled down in the embassy, ​​waiting to be evacuated at night.

...

In the embassy, ​​after settling all the expatriates, Ambassador Fan, Lin Beichen and Leng Feng went to the conference room to discuss the evacuation route for the evening.

"According to the latest intelligence, the best route is the one in the eastern part of the city," said Ambassador Fan, pointing to a route on the map.

Lin Beichen and Leng Feng reviewed it and expressed their agreement.

Indeed, the eastern part of the city is currently less affected by the war, and the distance from this road to the port is also moderate.

"Okay, then we'll take this road tonight." Lin Beichen made a decisive decision.

Ambassador Fan nodded in thanks and said, "I'll leave the next task to you. Thank you for your support!"

He then asked with concern: "Comrade Leng Feng, you said before that you were from the Wolf King Special Forces. I learned that you were attacked during the evacuation. How are your teammates now?"

Leng Feng's expression darkened, and he said slowly: "The teammates were seriously injured. Our captain disappeared after the attack and his whereabouts are still unknown."

Ambassador Fan felt heavy-hearted after hearing this. His disappearance under such circumstances was indeed worrying.

Lin Beichen noticed Leng Feng's heavy mood and patted his shoulder to comfort him.

Then he suddenly remembered something and asked hurriedly, "Ambassador Fan, have you seen bullets with this pattern? This is what we found at the attack site."

As he spoke, he handed over the bullet that he found at the place where Long Chuzhi was attacked.

Ambassador Fan took the bullet, examined it carefully, frowned and recalled: "I have seen a bullet with this pattern once before."

"Have you seen it? Where?" Leng Feng asked anxiously, unable to hide the excitement on his face.

Ambassador Fan replied solemnly: "This bullet is made by Damascus Steel and belongs to a mercenary organization called Dane Military Resources. I also learned about it accidentally when communicating with the Masori military personnel."

After saying that, he returned the bullet to Lin Beichen.

Lin Beichen took the bullet and frowned.

Why would the most powerful mercenary organization in Europe attack the Wolf King Special Forces? And at such a time?
Leng Feng also had a solemn expression. If their captain really fell into the hands of these mercenaries, the consequences would be disastrous.

Lin Beichen looked at Leng Feng's worried expression and said, "Don't worry too much. I will immediately pass this information back to the security zone and ask them to investigate this mercenary organization."

Leng Feng nodded, he knew that worrying at this moment was useless.

Lin Beichen immediately transmitted the information provided by Ambassador Fan back to the security area.

Ambassador Fan looked at the two men and said, "You should take a rest first and get enough rest. We still have an important evacuation mission tonight."

The two nodded in agreement, but at this moment, a foreign military officer hurried in and said anxiously, "Ambassador Fan, this is bad!"

"What happened?" Ambassador Fan asked hurriedly.

"The latest news is that the Red Turban Army has set up a fire defense line at the Morgandi intersection." The officer replied.

"What? Morgandi Intersection? That's the only place we have to pass to get to the port!" Ambassador Fan said solemnly.

The Red Turban Army's fortification there undoubtedly posed a huge obstacle to their evacuation plan.

Whichever route you choose to get to the port, you must pass through Morgandi Junction.

"Then how can we break through their defenses and ensure the safe arrival of the expatriates at the port?" the officer asked anxiously.

Ambassador Fan sighed, frowned, and couldn't think of a good solution for a while.

At this moment, Lin Beichen stepped forward and said, "Leave this matter to me. I have a way to deal with it."

When Ambassador Fan and the military officer heard Lin Beichen's words, they all showed expressions of disbelief and turned to look at him.

Lin Beichen maintained a calm expression and nodded slightly to confirm: "Yes, I have a way."

"Comrade Lin Beichen, what exactly do you plan to do to break through the defense line?" Ambassador Fan asked curiously.

Lin Beichen sighed softly, then said calmly: "You don't have to worry about this. Our plan will not change. I have my own tricks to successfully pass through the Red Turban Army's defense line."

"but…"

Ambassador Fan frowned. After all, this was a matter concerning the life and death of all overseas Chinese. He couldn't help feeling uneasy when Lin Beichen didn't reveal the specific plan.

At this time, Leng Feng stood up and vouched for Lin Beichen: "Ambassador Fan, please trust Lin Beichen. His strength in our Northern Garrison District is recognized. I firmly believe that he can lead us through the defense line smoothly."

Looking at Leng Feng's firm trust in Lin Beichen and Lin Beichen's confident attitude, Ambassador Fan weighed the pros and cons for a moment and finally nodded slowly.

Although he still had some concerns, the extraordinary strength and confidence shown by these two Chinese special forces made him decide to trust them. "Okay, let's take a rest first, we may have to leave in the middle of the night." Lin Beichen suggested.

After Ambassador Fan and others agreed, they were taken to the prepared lounge.

…At midnight, the earth was shrouded in pitch-black darkness, with only sparse stars and a crescent moon hanging in the sky.

The Mogadisha City was completely silent. There were no bright lights, no bustling night markets, and even the chirping of cicadas had disappeared.

Lin Beichen sat on the steps in the embassy courtyard, looking up at the starry sky, feeling deeply moved.

The economy here is underdeveloped, security is not guaranteed, and the air quality is poor, which is far from China.

He couldn't help but wonder why the expatriates chose this place.

"Lin Beichen, why are you here alone? Ambassador Fan asked me to ask you, when will we set off after the artillery fire stops?"

Leng Feng walked over, sat next to Lin Beichen and asked.

Lin Beichen sighed and replied, "No hurry, the Red Turban Army should not be asleep yet, wait a moment."

"Not asleep yet? How do you know? Can you calculate that?" Leng Feng asked in surprise.

Lin Beichen glanced at him and said helplessly: "Is this even worth calculating? Have you ever seen someone tell fortunes and calculate when it is convenient for others?"

Leng Feng scratched his head awkwardly and continued to ask curiously: "Then how did you know?"

Lin Beichen explained: "The Red Turban Army couldn't sleep right after the artillery fire stopped."

Leng Feng suddenly realized: "That's true, I didn't even think of that."

He paused and asked, "When do we set off?"

Lin Beichen looked at the time and decided, "Let's leave at twelve o'clock."

"Why?" Leng Feng asked subconsciously.

Lin Beichen looked at him helplessly: "Are you asking a hundred thousand questions?"

Leng Feng scratched his head embarrassedly: "I'm just curious, why can we leave at twelve o'clock."

Lin Beichen patiently explained: "After the artillery fire stopped, the Red Turban Army was on high alert after a day of fighting. After relaxing, they will quickly enter a period of fatigue and become drowsy. From a biological point of view, they will reach their most exhausted state in about an hour. It is almost eleven o'clock now. Let's wait for an hour. Twelve o'clock is when they are most relaxed."

After listening to this, Leng Feng suddenly realized. Although he didn't understand the principle, he felt that what Lin Beichen said was very powerful. All he needed to do was to know that the Red Turban Army was the most lax at twelve o'clock.

Seeing Leng Feng's confused and impressive look, Lin Beichen curled the corners of his mouth lightly, continued to look up at the starry sky, relaxed his nerves, and waited for the arrival of twelve o'clock.

...

Time passed little by little, the sound of gunfire had stopped for a long time, and the surroundings were quiet.

The air was still filled with the smell of war smoke, which made people feel depressed.

"Lin Beichen, it's twelve o'clock, shall we set off?" Leng Feng asked immediately when the watch hand pointed to twelve o'clock.

"Let's go! Notify them and take action immediately!" Lin Beichen said decisively.

Leng Feng immediately stood up, brushed the dust off his pants, and quickly notified Ambassador Fan and all overseas Chinese to prepare to depart.

Ten minutes later, with the quick arrangement of Ambassador Fan and the soldiers stationed abroad, all the expatriates got on the bus.

The situation is urgent and life and death are at stake, so everyone must hurry.

After settling everyone, Ambassador Fan said to Lin Beichen, "Lin Beichen, the overseas Chinese are all on the bus."

"Okay, I'll drive and let's go immediately!" Lin Beichen said without hesitation as he walked towards the bus.

He walked to the front of the car, took out a dark yellow talisman paper from his pocket, bit his index finger and started drawing on it.

After finishing the painting, he pasted the talisman on the front of the bus.

Ambassador Fan asked in confusion: "What is Lin Beichen doing?"

Although Leng Feng was also puzzled, based on past experience, Lin Beichen must have a deeper meaning behind this.

"Get in the car first." Leng Feng urged.

"Okay." Ambassador Fan did not ask any more questions, but he seemed to see a red light flash on the talisman paper, and then flashed along the spell drawn by Lin Beichen in blood. When he looked again, the talisman paper was dim.

"Did I see it wrong?" Ambassador Fan thought to himself.

Ambassador Fan rubbed his eyes, muttered a few words to himself, then shook his head slightly, thinking that it might be because of the late night that his eyes were blurry.

He didn't dwell on this issue anymore and got on the bus with Leng Feng.

Seeing the two of them get on the bus, Lin Beichen immediately stepped on the accelerator, and the bus started smoothly and drove towards the unknown future.

Due to the fierce conflict during the day, many streets in Mogadishu City have been reduced to ruins, with the road surface riddled with holes and bullet craters everywhere.

Driving at night is even more dangerous. If you are not careful, you may fall into a bomb crater and be unable to extricate yourself.

Fortunately, Lin Beichen was an excellent driver. He drove the bus steadily through the embassy area and drove forward quickly and smoothly.

"Lin Beichen, the battle zone is ahead," Ambassador Fan said solemnly, looking ahead, "You'd better turn off the lights, otherwise you might attract the attention of the Red Turban Army."

In this city that was almost occupied by the Red Turban Army, no one could predict where they would set an ambush.

Once the car lights are on, you will undoubtedly become a sitting duck for them.

The Red Turban Army doesn't care what country your vehicle is from. The shells are ruthless and there is no escape.

Lin Beichen glanced at him sideways and chuckled, not seeming to care: "Don't worry, they can't see it."

Ambassador Fan frowned and looked at him, his face full of confusion: "Do you know what you are saying? It's so obvious with the car lights on, how could they not see it?"

His words revealed helplessness. He wanted to turn off the car lights himself, but he was afraid of interfering with Lin Beichen's driving, so he had to resist the urge.

Lin Beichen just smiled calmly: "Just put your heart at ease, I guarantee they won't see it."

The muscles on Ambassador Fan's face trembled slightly, his eyes full of confusion and bewilderment: "They can't see? Do you think the Red Turban Army is blind?"

Lin Beichen remained calm and continued driving with the headlights on.

Ambassador Fan looked at him, shook his head helplessly, and turned to look forward. Suddenly, his eyes tightened.

"Lin Beichen, quick! Turn off the car lights!"

He shouted anxiously, "There are Red Turban Army ahead!"

Not far away, a group of Red Turban Army gathered together, and the red scarves around their necks looked particularly dazzling under the light.

However, Lin Beichen acted as if he didn't hear it and continued driving the vehicle steadily.

"I saw it coming," he said quietly.

Ambassador Fan looked at him in disbelief. Since he had already seen it, why didn't he turn off the car lights?

Driving past so blatantly, isn't that just walking into a trap? (End of this chapter)