An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

Chapter 1 What? I've transmigrated?
When Meng Youyou woke up, she was greeted by a gray-white lime wall, some parts of which had turned slightly yellow, and even some small cracks in the corners.

A simple incandescent lamp hung from the ceiling, emitting a dim, yellowish light.

Meng Youyou lay on a wooden single bed. The bed frame was slightly hard, and the army green bedding fabric rubbed against her delicate arm skin, feeling somewhat rough to the touch.

On the wooden bedside table beside the bed was a military green enamel mug and a red-covered copy of Mao Zedong's Quotations.

Meng Youyou couldn't believe her eyes. She rubbed them again to make sure the scene before her was exactly the same.

She put on the black cloth rubber shoes that were placed by the bed, stepped onto the hard cement floor, and walked towards the window of the room.

What comes into view is a vast training field, with several old tires piled up in one corner.

Not far away, rows of barracks stood neatly arranged, their exterior walls a monotonous gray. Some of the barracks had lights on in their windows, and through the dim yellow light, one could vaguely see figures moving about.

Looking further into the distance, Meng Youyou spotted a sentry post at the edge of the camp. The post was brightly lit, and the sentries stood upright.

Upon witnessing this scene, Meng Youyou's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally sank to its breaking point!

This isn't a dream!
She is currently in the military camp.

The most outrageous thing is that this seems to be a military camp with a relatively low level of modernization.

What the hell?

Meng Youyou, whose CPU had overheated in just a few minutes, couldn't figure out what was going on.
After much thought, a particularly absurd conjecture emerged in my mind...

"Goddess!"
This……

Could I have... transmigrated into a book?

She then subconsciously looked at her reflection in the window, and gently touched her cheek. The realistic sensation from her fingertips only confused her more.

Looking closely at herself in the glass, the reflection, except for her overly bewildered expression, was none other than herself.

Just as Meng Youyou was feeling confused, she first heard a faint electrical sound in her mind. At the same time, a virtual screen seemed to appear in front of her, with a faint light flickering on the screen and a faint blue halo around the edge of the screen.

Then came a mechanical voice, seemingly coming from a distant time tunnel: [Welcome to the Monda System, host Meng Youyou. You have embarked on a wondrous journey. You are currently in a border defense force camp in the 1980s…beep beep…]
A series of chaotic busy sounds rang out, and the virtual display screen in front of me began to flicker and change images, eventually showing only one line of bold text: [The Monda System is currently upgrading and updating. Please wait patiently!]

Good heavens!

So I really did time travel?

What's worse is that on the very first day after the transmigration, the system crashed before it could provide any useful information!

who am I?
where am I?
What should I do next? ..."

A series of hurried footsteps came from the depths of the corridor, growing louder as they approached.

Immediately, there was a knock on the door. Meng Youyou, who was like a headless fly with no clue what was going on, was stunned for a moment when she heard the regular knocking. Then she quickly got up and went to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, a young female communications soldier stood anxiously at the entrance: "Interpreter Meng, the border checkpoint has sent word that there's an emergency and they need you to go there now to translate and negotiate." The female communications soldier said urgently.

Seeing this, Meng Youyou closed the door and followed the other person out. Along the way, she subtly inquired about her identity and basic information: Meng Youyou, female, 21 years old, a female college student who returned from studying abroad, fluent in three languages, and an outstanding translator specially hired by the military.

Originally serving in the central government, he was recently temporarily transferred to the 624 Border Defense Force due to changes in the situation, where he is responsible for border defense foreign affairs negotiations and teaching foreign languages ​​to both the troops and civilians. He only arrived at the unit this afternoon after a long journey.

"This stupid system is actually quite considerate. It knows to assign me a job that matches my major. My obscure foreign language major can finally be put to good use here."

“The cargo handlers from the country of Youmang are delivering goods to the border inspection post. We need to conduct a routine inspection of the goods, but they refuse to cooperate. The two sides cannot communicate effectively due to the language barrier, and we urgently need your help to communicate and coordinate.” The female communications soldier explained clearly on the way.

The two walked across the military camp's spacious parade ground, moonlight casting long shadows on them. Along the way, the female communications soldier briefly briefed Meng Youyou on the information they already knew.

Although Meng Youyou has not fully accepted the fact that she has traveled through time, she is still in shock and has not fully recovered.

But as always, Meng Youyou's approach was to meet force with force and deal with problems head-on. After getting off the bus, she went straight to the negotiation site.

*
The night was as dark as ink, with sparse starlight spilling across the vast and somewhat desolate land where the border checkpoint was located. All around were the silhouettes of endless mountains, appearing hazy and profound in the faint moonlight.

In this border region, protected by both nature and duty, the vehicles of Mangguo freight workers line up in a row, their dim headlights intertwining with the searchlights of the border checkpoints to create a complex play of light and shadow.

The freight workers, some standing and some sitting, had expressions of dissatisfaction and doubt on their faces. Occasionally, whispers and complaints would break out, creating a tense and stagnant atmosphere in the air.

The border inspection soldiers are like an impregnable defensive line. They are dressed in dark green military uniforms, holding Type 56 semi-automatic rifles, and their eyes are sharp, shining with a resolute light in the dim light.

Their shadows stretched long under the searchlights, appearing both solemn and sacred, and every firm movement revealed a high degree of vigilance and professionalism.

At this tense standoff, Meng Youyou quickly stepped forward.

A captain saw her and walked straight over, first giving her a standard military salute. Then, in a loud and clear voice, he said, "Hello, this must be Comrade Meng Youyou, the newcomer to the team? I am Zhang Yong, the company commander of the 1st Company, 2nd Battalion of the 624 Border Defense Force, in charge of commanding the border station inspection work tonight."

Welcome! We hope that with your assistance, we can work together to resolve the current situation.

Meng Youyou mimicked his manner and returned a less-than-perfect military salute: "Captain, no need to be so polite. Let's get straight to the point."

Guided by Zhang Yong, Meng Youyou approached the leader of the other side and said, "Hello, I am a translator from the Chinese border defense forces. According to our laws, all goods entering our territory must undergo strict and standardized inspections, so please cooperate with our work." Meng Youyou spoke fluently in Manchu.

Upon seeing that the visitor could speak Mandarin, the other party relaxed their expression and began to communicate: "Our goods are all extremely fragile glass products, and we have put a lot of effort into protective packaging for them."

If your soldiers want to inspect our goods, they will have to remove all these protective covers and shock-absorbing pads, which will be an unavoidable loss for us.

Not only will we need to spend a lot of time and effort repackaging them later, but these protective cases may not even be fully reusable after being opened. Furthermore, I'm worried that you might accidentally break our products during inspection; what would that do then?

Meng Youyou translated his words verbatim to Zhang Yong.

After a moment's thought, Zhang Yong said, "According to our work practice, we usually adopt a spot check approach when faced with different actual situations."

We promise to exercise utmost care during the inspection to avoid damaging the goods. Furthermore, if the goods are found to be undamaged after inspection, our soldiers will diligently restore them to their original condition. For any unavoidable losses, we will compensate accordingly. Please convey my words to Comrade Meng.

After some negotiation, the other party reluctantly agreed to the inspection.

With both sides reaching an agreement, the border guards quickly sprang into action, preparing to conduct random inspections of the goods.

Zhang Yong personally directed the operation. With sharp eyes, he scanned each truck. At his command, the soldiers quickly divided into three groups of two, each group moving towards the parked trucks.

One of the soldiers, Xiao Li, nimbly climbed onto the truck. He first carefully checked the securing devices inside the truck bed to make sure they were secure before cautiously selecting a wooden box that seemed the most stable.

He gently untied the ropes wrapped around the wooden box, his movements practiced and efficient.

Meanwhile, the two soldiers on the ground prepared their toolboxes and notebooks, looking up and following Xiao Li's movements closely.

As the wooden crate was slowly opened, it revealed neatly arranged exquisite glassware.

The routine inspections at the border checkpoint are proceeding in an orderly manner.

*
Meanwhile, on the other side of the border...

Night fell over the border region, and Huo Qingshan led a border patrol team on their routine patrol along the border line as usual. The pale moonlight illuminated his resolute face, and his footsteps were particularly clear in the quiet night.

Suddenly, Huo Qingshan's gaze was drawn to an object on the ground that gleamed with a cold light.

He strode forward, squatted down, and carefully picked up the object. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was an empty, discarded bullet casing.

His expression instantly turned serious. Based on his experience, he judged that the caliber, size, and primer of this bullet differed from the bullets used by the military and police in the country.

His years of service on the border gave Huo Qingshan an almost intuitive keenness.

This unusual bullet was undoubtedly sending a dangerous signal.

Huo Qingshan stood up and looked around.

Then he discovered tire tracks nearby.

These tire tracks are intertwined in a chaotic manner, making it difficult for the average person to determine how many vehicles have passed through this area.

He crouched down and lay on the ground, carefully observing the depth, texture, and spacing of each rut. Gradually, he deduced that a total of five truck-sized vehicles had passed through the area at almost the same time.

It is highly likely that it is a large batch of overseas delivery trucks. However, the unusual thing is that if it is the same batch, the contents of each truck should be similar. Why is the load of one truck significantly higher than the others?

The phenomenon he just observed showed that one of the five intersecting ruts was significantly deeper than the other four.

Various possibilities and speculations flashed through Huo Qingshan's mind, but each one pointed to an undeniable fact: beneath the calm of the border, undercurrents were surging.

He immediately reported the discovery to the base in a low and urgent voice over the walkie-talkie, while ordering the patrol team to be on high alert and strengthen the search and surveillance of the surrounding area.

The team members sprang into action, and a tense atmosphere filled the air.

*
The sampling inspection at the checkpoint was halfway through when Company Commander Zhang Yong suddenly ran to the side and answered the walkie-talkie.

Meng Youyou stood to the side with nothing to do, and since she was just idling around anyway, she decided to go over and help the soldiers with their inspection.

She glanced at the five trucks in front of her and randomly selected one to join them.

As she approached the vehicle, she inexplicably felt the gazes of the Mangguo merchants directed at her, a faint sense of unease rising within her.

"I'll join you; there's strength in numbers," Meng Youyou said with a smile to the busy soldiers.

"No need, no need. Translator Meng, you are a top student and a woman, how can you do these dirty and tiring jobs? You can just stand aside. These are our duties, we can do them ourselves."

The two young soldiers immediately refused in unison.

"Look at what you're saying! Why can't women do housework? Top students are also part of the people. The military and the people are as close as fish and water. Soldiers protect the people, so the people will naturally love and respect them."

"Really, it's not necessary. These things look light, but they're actually quite heavy. We're used to moving them around all the time. It's your first time doing this, and you're not familiar with it yet. It wouldn't be good if you accidentally damaged someone else's goods."

Comrade Meng, please take our advice and rest for a while. We'll be fine soon.

Meng Youyou thought for two seconds and realized that what they said made sense. Whether she could be of any help with her thin arms and legs was another matter, and she might even do more harm than good.

Heeding the advice, he stepped aside.

After witnessing the strange scene just now, Meng Youyou, who was standing to the side, began to unconsciously pay attention to the behavior of the merchants from Mang Kingdom.

There were five cars in total, with two people in each car. The two people in each car gathered near their respective vehicles.

After a round of quiet observation, Meng Youyou discovered that although these people were all standing near the vehicles they were responsible for, they repeatedly glanced at the last vehicle in a seemingly unintentional manner.

There must be something fishy going on?

Meng Youyou once again lifted her leg and walked towards the car she had just been in.

The two young soldiers panicked when they saw her: "Translator Meng, why are you here again? We really don't need any help. Look, we've basically finished and are just finishing up."

How many boxes were checked in this vehicle?

The young soldier replied, "Three. Company Commander Zhang instructed that three boxes be randomly selected from each vehicle on average."

Upon hearing this, Meng Youyou scanned the interior of the carriage, her gaze shifting back and forth.

She then looked at the carriages of other vehicles, and after comparing them several times, a sense of disharmony welled up in her heart.

This truck is the same size as other trucks, but it carries one-eighth fewer boxes than other trucks.

She squinted slightly and carefully examined the interior structure of the carriage again. She took a few steps closer and slowly moved her gaze to the front of the carriage where it connected to the engine.

Meng Youyou walked around the car and became even more certain of her guess.

Just as he was about to reach out and knock on the front of the carriage, Company Commander Zhang, who had returned from a distance, stopped him in time: "Comrade Meng, news just came from the barracks that the commander just returned from a meeting and is looking for you everywhere. He later learned that you had just arrived at the unit and hadn't had much rest before we brought you here. We were ordered to send you back as soon as the mission is over."

As he was talking, he even grabbed Meng Youyou and pulled her a few steps away.

He turned to his soldiers and said, "Have you finished checking everything? If there are no problems, load the stuff back onto the truck and let them go."

Upon receiving the order, the soldiers immediately replied in unison, "Yes, sir!" Their hands moved quickly, and before long the truck was ready to depart.

Meng Youyou was completely bewildered when her actions were abruptly interrupted by Company Commander Zhang.

But thinking that they had more experience than me, and perhaps I was overthinking it, I didn't insist on my idea anymore.

As the people of Mangguo gradually began to board the bus, Meng Youyou inadvertently glanced down and saw the tires in front of her.

wrong!

has a problem!
The tires of the last vehicle were noticeably flatter and more sunken than those of the previous four vehicles. Considering that we had previously discovered that this vehicle had fewer boxes in its cargo compartment, it was indeed the heaviest vehicle at this moment.

At that moment, she was almost certain that there was something wrong with the car!

Without much thought, she hurriedly ran forward and knocked on the front of the carriage.

"Thump...thump..." A dull sound.

She was about to turn around and happily report to Company Commander Zhang, "Company Commander Zhang, this vehicle has a hidden room, and there are things hidden in the hidden room..." Before she could finish speaking, she heard a burst of gunfire.

In an instant, the bullets streaked through the air like meteors, making a sharp "whoosh" sound as they pierced the air.

The border guards reacted quickly, immediately seeking cover and returning fire.

The muzzle flashes flickered in the dim light, and bullets struck vehicles and surrounding objects, sending up bursts of sparks.

Before Meng Youyou had much time to react, she felt two humanoid shadows rushing towards her.

Before she could even see clearly, she was pulled by a tremendous force and then abducted into the car. The car door slammed shut, and the vehicle sped away like a runaway horse.