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

Chapter 48 "Let's meet at the summit, Battalion Commander Huo!"

Another night.

The Blue Team's headquarters are hidden deep in the jungle, with numerous tents scattered across an open area, resembling a giant beast's lair hidden in a green curtain.

The area was heavily guarded, with sentries both visible and hidden.

The soldiers' patrol routes were intricate and complex, like a dense spider web, tightly protecting the camp.

In the dead of night in the jungle, a sense of danger lurked beneath the tranquility.

The tall trees blocked out the sky and the moon, with only faint moonlight filtering through the gaps in the leaves, casting soft, dappled shadows.

The damp ground exuded the scent of decaying leaves and soil, and the occasional hooting of owls added to the eerie atmosphere.

But often, calm is just a prayer before danger strikes.

Several hastily assembled raiding squads of the Red Army approached stealthily under the cover of darkness, like phantoms in the night.

The lead soldier crouched low, like a cheetah hunting for prey, using the grass and trees as cover, and slowly made his way to the edge of the camp.

When the time was right, smoke grenades hissed and exploded between the tents, leaving trails of grayish-white smoke. Instantly, thick, acrid smoke billowed and swirled, shrouding the area in a hazy mist, drastically reducing visibility, and turning the lights into blurry halos in the smoke.

Immediately afterwards, the grenade was thrown with a whistling sound, and the deafening explosion overturned the tent, sending dirt and debris flying everywhere.

The Blue Team's tent was instantly filled with hurried footsteps and the clanging of guns.

Outside the tent, a short, sharp whistle signaled the arrival of the scattered patrolmen, who quickly assembled in small groups, displaying remarkable discipline.

Crouching low, they used their familiarity with the terrain around the camp to quickly encircle the direction from which they were attacked, firing tentatively at any suspicious activity as they moved.

The Red Army's raiding squad was small in number and, facing the Blue Army's strong counterattack, did not linger in battle. Under the cover of night, they quickly disappeared deeper into the jungle.

Before long, the Blue Army's encampment gradually returned to calm, as if the previous raid was just a brief storm that could not cause any lasting ripples.

Before everyone could fully relax, the tent area in the northeast corner suddenly erupted with the hissing sound of smoke grenades exploding and the roar of hand grenades.

A new round of similar attacks has occurred.

……

This cycle repeated itself, with each round of surprise attacks being exactly the same, yet impossible to defend against, leaving the Blue Team exhausted, yet they dared not slacken their efforts in the slightest.

Huo Qingshan hid high up, like an outsider observing everything below.

The man remained motionless, only his eyes, aimed through the scope, blinked occasionally, meticulously and keenly capturing every move of the Blue Army's encampment.

After several surprise attacks, the guards near one of the tents not only never followed the main force, but their numbers also quietly increased. Their figures moved quickly and gathered in the shadows, as if silently building a solid barrier.

Huo Qingshan narrowed his eyes, his concentration becoming even more intense.

A heated discussion broke out inside one of the Blue Team's tents.

"The Red Army's raids show no signs of ending. The night is long, the enemy is in the dark while we are in the light, it's impossible to defend against them, the risk is too great, who knows where their next target will be?"

"If things continue like this, the situation will only become more and more passive..."

"We can't just sit here and wait to die any longer..."

"..." With a slam of the table, "Retreat!"

……

As expected, a group of people escorted one person from the middle out of the tent.

Through the scope, Huo Qingshan could see that the man's hat brim was pulled down extremely low, almost obscuring his eyebrows and eyes, and his face was covered with thick greasepaint. His height and build matched the details of the intelligence provided by Meng Youyou without exception.

The night was dark, and the smoke in the encampment area had not yet dissipated, so Huo Qingshan could not make out the man's face. However, the epaulettes of the leader on his shoulder were quite eye-catching.

Huo Qingshan instinctively pointed his gun at the man, but just two seconds later... he realized something was wrong... At first glance, the man in the middle was surrounded by all the guards, like stars around the moon.

but……

Huo Qingshan's gaze returned to the crowd and carefully scanned it. This time, he noticed something... It seemed that everyone had formed a large protective circle, surrounding the man in the middle wearing the leader's epaulettes. In reality, another person was cleverly hidden in the middle of the circle, and several tall people around him secretly formed a smaller protective circle.

The man's positioning was particularly ingenious, as if he had taken into account that the terrain to the east was higher and there was a certain probability that there would be snipers lying in ambush. With his ingenious layout, he left Huo Qingshan, who was crawling on the eastern hill, with only one blind spot after another for shooting.

Huo Qingshan narrowed his eyes slightly, staring intently at the scope without blinking.

At the same time, his brain was working at high speed, integrating wind speed, distance, target movement rate, the varying paces and body swaying of the people around him... In the end, he was just waiting for a precise "opportunity"... And now, in an instant, Huo Qingshan pulled the trigger.

A gunshot rang out, shattering the long silence of the mountains. The bullet burst from the barrel, accompanied by the sound of the wind, and passed through the fleeting gap between the two men's heads, striking the target precisely in the back of the head.

A wisp of blue smoke rose up.

Immediately following, a sharp and loud bugle call suddenly echoed through the valley, "Toot-toot-toot-" one after another, each higher than the last... But inexplicably... amidst the resounding bugle call that surrounded him, Huo Qingshan heard a voice say, "Let's meet at the summit, Battalion Commander Huo!"

It was so clearly audible!
……

The Red Army's successful decapitation strike brought this field combat assessment to a close.

At the same time, Zhang Yong's command of the capture of the three strongholds went smoothly, perfectly implementing Huo Qingshan's instructions—not a single one could be lost!
Ultimately, the Red Army gained the upper hand in multiple dimensions and won a great victory!

Meng Youyou, who was staying at the Red Army stronghold, received news of the victory from the front. Overjoyed, she jumped up and down in excitement.

But as soon as his feet touched the ground, his sprained right ankle couldn't bear the weight, and a piercing pain shot through his feet. The joy on his face instantly turned into pain, and he couldn't help but hiss and gasp for breath.

When Huo Qingshan walked in from outside, he saw someone pitifully hopping towards the chair on one leg... He immediately took a long stride, strode over, and without saying a word, bent down, steadily wrapped his arms around her knees and back, and picked her up. His movements were smooth and swift.

Meng Youyou gasped in surprise and frantically grabbed the man's neck with both hands.

The man walked steadily to the chair, slightly bent his knees, and gently placed the person on it.

Meng Youyou saw the man squat down in front of her the next second and gently hold her swollen ankle.

He had his head down, so she couldn't see his expression, but she heard him ask, "Does it hurt?"

Her voice was low and husky... filled with gentleness. Meng Youyou was certain that this time it wasn't her imagination, but genuine gentleness.

A lump formed in my throat, and I choked back a soreness: "It hurts."

She answered instinctively, her voice soft and sweet, almost like a murmur.

Zhang Yong arrived late and entered the tent just in time to hear that coquettish "It hurts!" A wave of doubt washed over him: "When I asked Translator Meng if her foot hurt, she said, 'Heroes and heroines don't concern themselves with trifles! Besides, what's a little injury? I used to twist my ankle all the time when I was dancing…'"

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