Wu Yuanzhong chuckled, but his expression suddenly turned serious.

"But, you must keep this matter confidential."

"Yang Fei and his band of troublemakers are lawless and reckless."

"I'm going to take this opportunity to teach him a lesson. No matter how well you fight, you have to follow military regulations."

Fu Biao nodded, looking at Wu Yuanzhong with sympathy.

"Old Wu, I actually sympathize with you. It used to be just Colonel Yang Fei giving you headaches."

"In the near future, the entire Evil Dragon Special Combat Team will give you headaches."

Wu Yuanzhong spat, then laughed.

"My headache, my pleasure. If you want a headache, you ain't that fortunate."

At the border of the Desolate Valley, four Special Forces teams moved their fallen comrades into Gourd Valley.

They planned to cremate their comrades and take them back for burial in their homeland.

Huang Zhiping's head was blown open; his blood had turned dark purple, staining his resilient face.

The majority of the fallen soldiers looked much like Huang Zhiping.

These brave Special Forces soldiers, at least half of them, died under the sniping of King Sniper Yuri.

Yang Fei looked at Huang Zhiping's resilient face, his tightly clenched teeth, and his mangled legs for a long time.

This brave instructor of the Cheetah Squad, just a few days ago, was brawling with guys from the 004 Cooking Squad.

But who could have thought now he has already left this world, left the country and people he protected.

The Cheetah Squad, Mulan Team, and Poison Sting Squad, all had fallen comrades.

Looking at the bodies, many people sobbed uncontrollably.

The rescued merchants knelt on the ground, following local customs, to bid farewell to the fallen warriors.

The elder leading them sang a mournful, lingering elegy.

Yang Fei looked at his fallen comrades for a long time.

He took off his tactical helmet, raised his left hand slowly, and saluted them with the highest respect.

Long Xia strode over to Huang Zhiping's body, respectfully bowed and saluted.

He said loudly, "Instructor Huang, rest in peace. If there's a next life, I'll definitely let you beat me up once."

Long Xia's heart was also deeply grieved.

A few days ago, he was still sparring with Huang Zhiping, but now he has given his life for his country.

His heart was filled with sorrow and guilt.

In front of each body, soldiers lit gasoline on their comrades with torches.

Watching the bright yellow flames rise, the saved merchants began to cry.

The soldiers of the four Special Forces teams raised their guns and pulled the triggers.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The gunfire echoed like thunder through the valley, sending off the fallen warriors in a unique way.

A general dies in a hundred battles, a hero returns after ten years, guarding and sacrifice are eternal themes for soldiers.

By noon the next day, the 004 Cooking Squad, Cheetah Squad, Mulan Team, and Poison Sting Squad returned to the Northern Desert Special Training base.

Fu Biao led all the trained soldiers to personally welcome the triumphant return of the four squads.

This overseas rescue mission was completed perfectly.

The higher-ups highly praised Cheetah Squad, Mulan Team, and Poison Sting Squad.

The military district, the controlling department, and even the military commission office sent commendation orders.

It's foreseeable that because of the brilliant achievements of these three Special Forces teams, the future of all participating soldiers would be bright.

But that might not be the case for the 004 Cooking Squad.

After the welcoming ceremony, Wu Yuanzhong sent two guards to invite Yang Fei for a talk.

As soon as Yang Fei entered Wu Yuanzhong's tent, he saw a table set with Maotai, fried peanuts, braised beef, and chicken feet and legs.

Wu Yuanzhong sat by the table, smiling as he opened the Maotai and filled the glasses.

"Come, you've come back victorious, I'll break the rule and have a drink with you."

Yang Fei looked at Wu Yuanzhong suspiciously, then suddenly covered his pocket, looking alert.

"Old Lady Wu, I really have no money, don't ask me to lend you any."

Wu Yuanzhong was stunned for a moment, then spat.

"Son of a bitch, who's asking you for money, I'm kindly celebrating your victory!"

Only then did Yang Fei relax, but he still remained cautious as he looked at Wu Yuanzhong.

"Old Lady Wu, what's the matter? Don't tell me you want to send me to fight again?"

Wu Yuanzhong was angry and amused, holding the glass, he handed it to Yang Fei.

"Drink peacefully, don't get all jumpy."

The amber-colored liquor in the glass gave off a fragrance.

Yang Fei steeled himself and downed the Maotai in one go.

This guy continued pouring himself Maotai as he joked with Wu Yuanzhong.

"Just to be clear, I'll drink the good wine, but I don't acknowledge any of your conditions."

Wu Yuanzhong didn't say much, letting him drink as he pleased.

He even acted like a caring elder, placing food on Yang Fei's plate.

"Drink slowly, I'm not competing with you. The doctor said I have high blood pressure, drinking might kill me."

Yang Fei was stunned, pausing his drink to look at Wu Yuanzhong.

At this moment, Yang Fei suddenly realized.

His old superior had aged significantly.

His hair was graying, and his face had gained more wrinkles.

"Sigh, Old Man Wu, you really have grown old."

Yang Fei sighed, starting to dig into a plate of roast chicken.

With his mouth full of chicken, he mumbled.

"You didn't used to be like this, talking like thunder, always ready to scold."

"Go ahead, what's the plan after I killed Ogunila? Demotion? Stripping my rank or just taking my uniform?"

Wu Yuanzhong was taken aback: "How did you know?"

Yang Fei tore off a chicken leg, chewing it into pieces, even gnawing the bones into bits.

He downed another cup of Maotai, humming indifferently.

"On the surface, Ogunila was the Chief Councilor of Moguo's Senate."

"I shot him in the head; do you think the Moguo authorities would take that lying down?"

"I guess you and our minister took quite a bit of heat for me these past days?"

"Son of a bitch, so you do know the consequences?"

Wu Yuanzhong cursed but felt a weight lift off his shoulders, feeling much more at ease.

Yang Fei snorted: "You think I'm stupid? But knowing the consequences changes nothing."

"If it happened again, I'd still kill him."

He knocked on the table: "Pour me another drink."

This time, Wu Yuanzhong didn't swear. He silently filled Yang Fei's glass.

Yang Fei ate meat and drank, his eyes sharp and piercing.

"That bastard Ogunila hired the Hellhound and Sniper Yuri to deliberately kill our comrades."

"How many of our people died because of him?"

"In any case, our warriors won't die in vain. Ogunila had to pay with his life!"

Wu Yuanzhong sighed.

"But you could have captured him, gotten his confession, then punished him lawfully."

"That shot put us in a difficult position."

Yang Fei sneered: "If I didn't shoot him, he would have been taken away by Country U's border guards."

"Even if I captured him and got his criminal confession, he would have been extradited to Moguo to stand trial there."

"Do you think, with Ogunila's power and wealth, he would actually face justice?"

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