City Exchange Life Club

"Cough, this is indeed...very hard-core."

The captain of the Dragon Soul Special Team looked at Zhao Yan, and only after abolishing the strength of the boss did he utter such a sentence.

"Are the hostages alright?" Zhao Yan asked.

Their main task this time is to protect the hostages and retreat. It can be said that there is no country in the world that attaches such importance to people's lives as the Xia Kingdom.

The death of a person in Xia is a major accident, which will cause social shocks and shocks to the local government, while a few deaths abroad are nothing more than a few news.

"It's okay, we haven't died yet, so how could it be the hostage's turn?" Captain Dragon Soul said indifferently.

This is the soldiers, the soldiers of the Xia Kingdom, as long as they are alive, it will never be the people's turn to die.

As long as there are them, they will always stand up first to protect the people with their bodies or steel guns.

Soldiers in the Xia State are a kind of spirit, not a profession, and what military uniforms entrust to them are responsibilities and obligations.

When there is a disaster, they are rushing in front of the people, and when there is a natural disaster, they also stand in front of the people.

Wars, earthquakes, typhoons, floods…

No matter how big things happen, as long as someone shouts "The People's Liberation Army is here", it seems that all the panic and fear will instantly subside, and the heart will be calm.

Why do people think they are reliable? Because all their actions prove it.

This is the soldiers of the Xia State, the soldiers of the people's children.

You can be suspicious of anyone, but you can always believe in the soldiers of Xia Guo!

Zhao Yan took a deep breath and saluted them.

To be honest, the enlistment time was too short, he just wanted to have an experience in the military career and earn points by the way, he couldn't understand their spirit.

But that did not prevent him from maintaining a high respect.

"Shhh!" The Dragon Soul Special Team saluted.

While Zhao Yan respected them, they did not know that Zhao Yan was also respectable in their eyes.

Zhao Yan didn't even realize this.

Accompanied by the sound of hurried footsteps, Luo Siming ran over with people from the Hidden Sword Special Commando.

"The 031 Special Forces are on the retreat road, let's take the hostages and quickly evacuate." Luo Siming first saluted Captain Dragon Soul, and then said quickly.

Captain Dragon Soul nodded: "Okay, I won't say more about thanks, there will be opportunities in the future."

Zhao Yan and others followed him into the warehouse.

In addition to more than 20 hostages in the warehouse, there are more than a dozen remains and wounded of the Dragon Soul Special Forces.

The average visual age is no more than 27 years old.

Their lives never stop today.

"Come a few people and bring these brothers home!"

Luo Siming was silent for a moment and roared.

Wu Tian and the others put their guns back and carried the corpse.

"Comrade PLA, let's help." A middle-aged man wearing glasses took the initiative to carry the body.

Others also stepped forward to help.

Luo Siming said: "Thank you fellow villagers."

"We are still alive, it is precisely because they are dead that we should give them a ride." A silver-haired old man facing Sven said in a somber voice.

Everyone in the special team had red eyes, and Captain Dragon Soul's voice trembled: "They died well."

After that, no one spoke, and everyone silently carried the corpse on their backs and helped the wounded away.

There have been a few still intact cars coming from the street outside, and there is no shortage of this in the city now.

The retreat went well, as the insurgents were cleared of the rebels when they came in.

The fleeing rebels were frightened by Zhao Yan, and it was normal that no one came to chase under the panic spread.

The rebels are actually a group of terrorists. They should be afraid of those who are more terrifying than themselves.

After meeting with the 031 special forces on the road, they headed for a town controlled by the government forces 30 kilometers away.

At the same time, the front line of Kanla City.

Only then did the leader of the rebel army receive the news that the hostages of the Xia Kingdom had been rescued, and he was immediately furious.

"Trash! A bunch of trash!" The bearded leader yelled at the three people in front of him.

One of the leaders said: "General, the soldiers of the Xia Kingdom are too strong. They sent at least one regiment to attack, and most of the soldiers in our rear were killed or injured."

If he said that the other party broke them down alone, the leader would definitely not believe it.

Because if it wasn't for his own experience, he wouldn't believe it himself, so it's more credible to make up falsehoods.

"Crack!" The rebel leader slapped his face: "Fart! How many people in a regiment? Can they approach Kanla City quietly? A regiment, don't they consider international influence? Do you think I'm a fool?"

The excuse was to humiliate him as a fool.

The leader was slapped and stammered: "One of them is worth a group."

"Crack!" Another slap in the face and kissed his cheek, and his face instantly turned red and hot, just like the first time he kissed the widow in the next village.

That time he was slapped by the widow's husband.

"Bastard! Why didn't you say they sent Iron Man!" the rebel leader roared angrily.

The leader is always wronged, and he is beaten for telling lies, and he is beaten for telling the truth if he doesn't believe it. Life is too difficult.

The rebel leader looked at the other leaders coldly: "Tell me, what the **** is going on!"

"General! One of them really is worth a regiment! Captain Keller didn't lie."

"Yeah, General, it's true, although it sounds really fake, but it's really true!"

The other two leaders are telling the truth.

The rebel leader's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he suddenly pulled out his gun, arrogantly, and shot the three directly.

The three of them stared wide-eyed, unable to rest their eyes.

"General, it's just when you're hiring, why don't you keep them?" The cronies of the rebel leader were shocked. Even if they were wrong, they shouldn't have killed them.

The rebel leader sneered, and said with a gloomy face in a tone that had seen through everything:

"Xia Guo has an idiom called "referring to a deer as a horse. It is about a powerful official who uses his power to oppress people, and forcefully forced the emperor to admit that a deer is a horse. The three of them were just doing the same thing to me. Their excuses were stupid, but they He tried to force me to admit it."

"They are relying on the soldiers in their hands, and they are trying to join forces to uphold me and betray me. They should be damned!"

His analysis was as fierce as a tiger, like a wise superior person, but I'm afraid he never dreamed that the three people were telling the truth!

 …

On the other side, Zhao Yan and others had arrived in the town and took the car arranged by the government army to the port.

At this time, a large number of journalists from various countries gathered in the port.

Domestic reporters really care about the hostages.

And those abroad are not so kind.

"Your Excellency, I heard that an elite team in your country has been trapped by the rebels. I don't know if I can question the combat effectiveness of Xia's soldiers..."

"No comment!" The Rear Admiral who met Zhao Yan and the others before replied with a blank expression.

"Your Excellency, what will you do if the team you sent to rescue is trapped again?"

"No comment!"

"May I ask if your country has intervened in Raya..."

"They are back!" At this moment, a staff member of the Raya embassy exclaimed.

Everyone followed the reputation.

I saw a passenger car and several off-road vehicles getting closer and closer in the yellow sand, and a red flag at the front of the car fluttered in the wind, becoming the only color of the world.

If miracles have color, it must be Xia Guohong.

[Author's digression]: If the silver note has color, it must be Reader Yellow. Ask for a silver ticket! Today, the four chapters add up to more than 9,000 words...