A generation of soldiers begins with Feng Yuxiu traveling through time and space with Xu Sanduo

Peacekeeping forces are usually stationed in one camp, with military police guarding the entrance.

When Feng Yuxiu went out, nothing happened, but when he returned, the military police became wary.

Why is an Asian soldier coming to the door?

Despite their nervousness, they remained calm. A military policeman stepped forward and saluted, "Sir, please show me your identification."

This was the first time Feng Yuxiu had presented his identification. The peacekeeping force's identification was a blue identity card with the individual's photo, name, rank, nationality, and serial number.

Especially the serial number, which can be easily identified as genuine or counterfeit.

The military police glanced at Feng Yuxiu, saluted, and retreated, ignoring him completely.

Although each country's camps offer privacy, they are all home to peacekeeping forces.

It's been almost a year, what privacy is there? The people who came here are here to suppress the rebels, not the domestic army.

So, once they verify your identity, they'll do whatever they want.

You went about your business, and Feng Yuxiu, feeling hungry, headed straight for the Finnish kitchen.

Finnish chefs love to promote their half-baked dishes, like steak and salads.

In Feng Yuxiu's words, their stomachs are as resilient as cows'; they can eat anything.

They had no concept of hierarchy in the camp, and they didn't stand up and salute every time they saw an officer.

The majors and lieutenant colonels walked by, but the Finnish soldiers ignored them and continued to lie in the sun.

Everyone came here for the sake of so-called noble service and for world peace.

So they feel that everyone is on the same level, and there's no need to bring up class concepts here.

Usually, after drinking, people will shout, "Cheers to world peace!"

Then comes the suppressed, fake "Mama Fuck" and "Bitch" and other vulgarities.

The French guy from a few months ago was the only one to die in the camp recently. It wasn't that the peacekeeping forces ignored him; after all, they had to maintain absolute neutrality.

All they need to do is save the city's ruins and the displaced people. As for retaliation... that's the country's business, not their peacekeeping force's.

Moreover, even if they were to rescue refugees being pursued by rebels, they could not retaliate against these rebels.

To paraphrase what the high school team said at the beginning, people who come here are just there to get beaten up, so don't even think about venting or fighting back.

If you die, then you died in vain; there's no reason for you to seek revenge out of anger.

Therefore, everyone tacitly accepted the pleasures within the camp. They were already so frustrated, they needed a place to vent.

So the next day, Mao Xiaofei went back.

Of course, she was the only one who returned from the medical camp.

Xiaoying stayed, partly because Zhuang Yan was still there, and partly because... it wasn't time for a change of leadership yet, so she had to persevere for the rest of the year.

Feng Yuxiu did not go to see Mao Xiaofei off, which is not allowed.

You can meet between camps, but you cannot bring personal feelings into peacekeeping operations.

“Sir, I heard that the negotiations between these rebels have broken down.”

At the camp in Finland, Feng Yuxiu lay in the sun, while the Finnish cook next to him muttered to himself, clutching a bottle of liquor.

Feng Yuxiu was somewhat surprised, "Didn't you say you were going to mediate?"

"The mediation was successful, but at some point the rebels received a batch of supplies and equipment, and they surpassed the local government. As you know, their initial rebellion was aimed at seizing power in this country."

"We had almost exhausted our resources before, so we had no choice but to try to mediate."

Feng Yuxiu frowned. "Do these people in Rwanda... enjoy war so much? There are hardly any cities left after they've been bombed."

The old Finnish sergeant smiled. "I understand. You didn't see it before the rebellion. Back then, the rich were incredibly rich, while the poor were drinking water from stinking ditches. Everyone was struggling to survive, so they had to find a way out."

Feng Yuxiu remained silent; the conflict in Rwanda was not something that would last overnight.

He will be able to go back in four months, which will be a year from now.

If war breaks out, the time it takes to return will be greatly extended.

Feng Yuxiu had no intention of dealing with these black guys, but he still had to save face.

The concept of "face" has been a persistent concern for thousands of years.

"Xiu, good good!"

The Finnish cook pulled out a bottle of liquor from somewhere and handed it to me.

"This is our company commander's treasured possession, I got it for him. You're a major in your camp, but here we're all the same, come on, have a drink."

Feng Yuxiu liked to stay in the camp in Finland, where there was no pretense or steps.

They don't care about these things; they just want to do whatever is easiest for them.

If you want to go outside, just let them know.

"Wanrui Goode!"

Feng Yuxiu took a sip and gave a thumbs up.

"Good? Hahahaha... Good good."

The cook, whose name was quite a mouthful, patted Feng Yuxiu on the shoulder and laughed so hard he leaned back.

"Xiu, you can have your team members come over for a get-together... Basically, there's nothing much to do. Even if there are rebels, the city and population have already been lost, so we don't have much to do. At most, we can repair roads and maintain guard. People have to live their lives. Your people are practically in jail, which isn't good."

Feng Yuxiu didn't say anything; the high school team didn't allow such casual visits.

Feng Yuxiu stayed for a day before leaving the camp amidst the reluctance of the Finnish cook and the sergeant.

His personality was surprisingly popular with these foreigners. In the words of the Finnish cook: Good, cool.

But Feng Yuxiu would find out another day that whenever people from other camps came to visit, these foreign soldiers and sergeants could enjoy delicious food.

Their main selling point is their extreme hospitality.

Feng Yuxiu didn't recognize the Finnish military ranks. He only knew a few soldiers and sergeants. As for officers... he had only heard a few things, like second lieutenant, first lieutenant, and a senior first lieutenant...

The designs on the epaulets were all different, but he couldn't be bothered to find out.

I only go there a few days a month to mooch off their drinks and sunbathe with them.

Other Finnish dishes, though large and meaty, are not cooked properly.

People often compare a person's stomach to a donkey's stomach when they eat.

So in September 05, Rwanda entered its rainy season.

The rainy season is a hazy, torrential downpour, a severe weather that makes it impossible to see anything beyond the visible field of vision.

Especially for peacekeeping forces, they can often see that the rebels in the distance are no longer visible.

The rainy season presents an opportunity for the rebels.

They are most accustomed to firing bullets from hidden places, and the rainy season provides them with natural cover and firing positions.

Harsh weather is absolutely unsuitable for large groups of armored vehicles, but for small guerrilla groups, it is a natural battlefield.

So, one early morning, during the rainy season when it was so heavy that you couldn't see more than a meter away.

The rebels launched an attack.

Perhaps they realized that it was these peacekeeping forces that were slowing down their progress.

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Finnish armored vehicles passed by the camp.

The head cook greeted Feng Yuxiu.

"BRO, it's lunchtime, so I'll have a meal with you guys."

Feng Yuxiu smiled and directed the gate to be opened.

The white armored vehicle slowly drove in. Those who can maintain peace are all one family; nationality is no longer a major factor.

The car, covered in mud, drove in. Feng Yuxiu, wearing a green raincoat, stood by and gave directions.

The armored vehicle opened its doors, and a few Finnish guys stepped out nonchalantly.

"Brother, is there any food? Everyone says the food at your camp is delicious and hearty, so let's try it today."

"Let's have an extra meal while we're at it."

After saying that, he took a python out of his backpack.

Feng Yuxiu was a little stunned. "Where did you get your pythons? You eat this stuff too? Don't you white people all like to eat salads? Raw, huh?"

The Finnish cook chuckled, “We can’t do it well, but you guys do it with a ton of skill. In Chinese terms, it’s like… a piece of cake.”

Feng Yuxiu was speechless. Holding the python, he nodded and said, "Shi Dafan, take these Finns to the tents over there. Zhuang Yan... here's the python. Have the cooks prepare a dish."

Shi Dafan was fine; with an optimistic grin, he quickly bonded with the Finnish soldiers.

Zhuang Yan stared blankly at the three-meter-long python with a long face. "I thought it was a dragon. What are these foreigners thinking? It's so big... Aren't they afraid of eating it?"

"Stop talking nonsense and get it done."

"Yes, Captain."

The high school team leader came out upon hearing the sound and was stunned by what he saw.

“Squad leader, who said Captain Feng is a cold-hearted guy? Look, he’s built good relationships with people from all over the world.”

Mada had a big smile on his face. Feng Yuxiu had been wandering around for the past few months; he wasn't the kind of person who liked to stay in the camp.

In addition, as the captain, he had the final say here, and gradually, the Chinese peacekeeping forces managed to build good relations with various countries.

And sure enough, people from Finland came over specifically to visit.

This was the case a few years ago; everyone would stay behind closed doors, set up camp, and wait for the rotation.

While Feng Yuxiu was waiting to cook, a phone call came in.

With a complicated expression, Gao Zhong called Feng Yuxiu to the command tent.

"Whose?" Feng Yuxiu asked, puzzled.

Even abroad, people are looking for him, either from that group of French guys, who just love fighting and brawling.

After being dealt with by Feng Yuxiu several times, they became extremely obedient, since Feng Yuxiu could take on thirty of them by himself.

Moreover, it was a complete victory. Ever since that incident was leaked, Feng Yuxiu's reputation has made him a king of soldiers in this region.

In the words of my Finnish friend, he's... the king of soldiers in Van Rigaud.

"Hey."

"It's me, I'm back."

It was Xiaofei's voice on the other end of the phone.

The sound startled Feng Yuxiu. He subconsciously looked around to confirm that it was a tent abroad, not in China.

Is this phone really that amazing? It can connect to international lines and pinpoint the location to the peacekeeping force camp.

But the next question silenced Feng Yuxiu.

Xiaofei's family's phone line is cut off promptly after nine o'clock to ensure her grandfather gets a proper rest.

However, without exception, all of Xiaofei and her fellow second-generation rich kids have their own dedicated lines to varying degrees.

This line can reach anywhere, both domestically and internationally.

Furthermore, this phone call is strictly confidential, and the information is blocked at an absolute level of confidentiality.

Feng Yuxiu suddenly thought of Li Xuanxuan, if Xiaofei's family had her.

Li Xuanxuan's family must have connections; her father's position is almost as high as Xiaofei's grandfather's.

Why didn't I go looking for him after all these years? It seems... I've finally awakened.

What is their status, and what is his status?

Once you regain your senses, you will naturally understand what you were aware of.

It's absolutely impossible for a second-generation rich kid to get into a life-or-death struggle with a major.

This explains why Ma Ling has this kind of personality and mindset. If Xiao Fei were to understand this in a few years, she would also figure out the gap between her status and Feng Yuxiu.

Therefore, from the very beginning, when Feng Yuxiu faced Li Xuanxuan in the company headquarters office that night in the Steel Seventh Company, he already knew that there was no future.

But you can't refuse something that's offered to you.

That's his character.

Don't want it for nothing.

If you take it, you'll be wasting your time.

Zhuang Yan quietly approached, "Captain, could I bring Xiaoying over here...?"

Feng Yuxiu smiled and said, "You don't even forget your boyfriend while eating. Go on."

"Thank you Captain."

Zhuang Yan was overjoyed and saluted Feng Yuxiu.

He is becoming increasingly obedient to Feng Yuxiu because it's simple.

Unlike high school team members, when you talk to him, it's always about rules and regulations.

Speaking is as exhausting as holding a meeting, but for Feng Yuxiu it's simple: for anything that doesn't violate the rules, it's just one word: "Good."

Shi Dafan and Deng Zhenhua were also happy to come over and ask Feng Yuxiu for instructions.

After all, making things convenient for yourself makes things convenient for others.

The second day in Rwanda was still the rainy season.

However, the situation began to deteriorate completely.

The rebels in Rwanda launched a complete uprising.

They swept through the town closest to the camp in the early hours of the day.

"Everyone, move out!!!"

The peacekeeping forces from each camp set off, and the medics also boarded armored vehicles to head to the town.

Everyone looked terribly pale.

Unexpectedly, the peace that had lasted for nine months was shattered today.

By the time Feng Yuxiu and his group reached the edge of the town, it was too late.

As mentioned at the beginning, this group of rebels somehow obtained a batch of weapons and equipment.

Their combat effectiveness has been greatly enhanced compared to a year ago.

Burning, corpses, ruins.

"These beasts!" Qiangzi roared through gritted teeth, his eyes fixed on the tavern five hundred meters away.

A month ago, he took a day off to come over and had a drink at the pub, where he had a very pleasant time with the owner.

After a full five minutes of silence, the high school team leader finally managed to say, "Pack up."

What they wanted was absolute neutrality; even if they witnessed the rebels' wickedness, they could only remain neutral.

International conventions and UN documents stipulate that we cannot intervene; we can only remain neutral.

It can be prevented, but cannot be used to disrupt the balance.

Whether a peacekeeping operation is successful is not something the United Nations or peacekeepers can decide; it depends on whether the conflicting parties are willing to stop the conflict and their internal control capabilities.

Peacekeeping absolutely prohibits the use of force, and peacekeeping forces must never become involved in conflicts. (End of Chapter)