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

Countries plagued by constant warfare are in a state of chaos. While it's not fair to say that the streets are filled with burning, killing, and looting, the places are certainly in a state of utter disorder.

Whether such an army can win the war is Rwanda's business; the peacekeeping force's role is not to intervene in or end this country's civil war.

Instead, they act as absolute neutral parties, allowing everyone to sit down and negotiate properly when issues arise, recognizing that before war, everyone is one family.

What peacekeeping forces love to see most is the whole nation sitting down and fighting, saying that if there's going to be a fight, it'll be between a few members of your parliament.

The point is to avoid sacrificing civilians in the mountains and forests, and to keep politics out of the way in the wilderness.

After witnessing the massacre of the town's inhabitants by the rebels, the peacekeeping troops could only feel anger and helpless.

That was their mission: to cleanse the land, not to intervene in other people's wars.

The soldier from the neighboring village who died a few months ago, didn't he also disappear without a trace?

International wars, apart from scum like the Japanese devils, are not so cruel; at least there is an international moral issue involved.

Of course, aside from truly serious cases, a war of unimaginable brutality could still occur.

In foreign countries, wars can happen all the time, and things like genocide can occur at any moment.

They don't care about the inheritance of bloodlines, but rather how well I am doing today. If I'm not doing well, then I'll take you down.

You must give me something, or there's no point in discussing anything further.

These small armed groups are not necessarily true rebels. After the rebellion broke out in Rwanda, some local civilians also organized themselves into small armed forces.

Therefore, Feng Yuxiu and his group could only bury the corpses in the town, then pay their respects and turn to leave.

This is a test of the mind; you watch helplessly as riots break out, and there is nothing you can do, nothing you should be able to do.

A group of Indians walked out of the town; they were the first peacekeeping troops to arrive.

Seeing Feng Yuxiu and the others approach, he explained in somewhat broken English.

"This place has already been massacred. We need to take a count of the numbers and population first. Once we've submitted the data, you can clean up the mess."

The high school team leader nodded; this was the proper procedure.

"However, this massacre was a bit strange. It seemed like they were looking for someone, and everyone's face had been cut off."

"Damn, these people are weirdos!" Shi Dafan was speechless.

"Their folk customs? Or what?" Deng Zhenhua asked incredulously.

“No, that’s not it. Although there have been large-scale riots in Rwanda, the history I know of doesn’t include such vulgar customs,” the old man said.

"Who are they looking for? It seems we've gotten ourselves into some kind of trouble." Qiangzi wasn't optimistic.

Feng Yuxiu frowned. This town is not far from the peacekeeping camp. Have small-scale rebels already reached here?

Therefore, they could launch an attack on the peacekeeping camp at any time during a rainy night.

Everyone understood the rebels' intentions, but there was nothing they could do.

At most, we can only go back and defend ourselves, hoping they will attack once or twice before giving up.

"Can we go in and take a look?" The high school team felt that they couldn't just stay and watch; they wanted to see if they could find any clues to submit to the Rwandan government forces.

At least the government forces are now dealing with these small groups of refugees.

Ah San nodded. "Please come in."

A few Finnish guys went in, glanced at the room, closed their eyes, and started gesturing to their chests, muttering that God must be coming.

After Geng Jihui and his group went in and took a look, everyone's face turned deathly pale.

They had participated in several raids, but they were still somewhat unaccustomed to facing such a dense mass of corpses.

The medical team members behind them started vomiting.

These medics had little combat experience, and they all ran frantically to escape this hellish town.

The high school team leader looked at Zhuang Yan and his group, who were vomiting, with a stern face. "Walk in and keep your eyes wide open. If you can't even handle this, how will you fight a real war in the future? Look at you, your legs are all weak."

Zhuang Yan clutched his chest and waved his hand, "Captain Gao, if it were a real battle, we certainly wouldn't be afraid to go up and fight them, but the physiological reaction can't be overcome in a short time."

When everyone reached the center of the town, their legs gave way and they collapsed to the ground.

The ground truly turned into a river of blood, and the red blood congealed, turning the land into black soil.

In just three days, flies swarmed over the corpse, braving the heavy rain.

The air had turned into a suffocating, nauseating smell that was maddening.

A little bird lay on the ground, fluttering about but unable to fly, its feet sinking into the mud.

Indian veterans, along with veterans from other countries, wore masks and remained expressionless as they handled the situation.

Feng Yuxiu felt nauseous at this moment, and his right hand trembled uncontrollably.

This is genuine panic.

He is a villain, and he killed several people in his previous life.

In this life, he also killed several enemy chieftains.

But they were absolutely not psychologically prepared to accept a real massacre.

Humans seem to have become something that is cleaning up all the decay.

But Feng Yuxiu witnessed the horrific scene.

I saw a emaciated old man being swindled, and a child's arm.

Their sallow faces were devoid of any expression, only deathly stillness.

The peacekeeping soldiers fell silent, deeply shaken.

Under this shock, they began to feel angry, and their anger turned into hysterical trembling.

Finally, feeling utterly helpless, she began to cry.

This was the first time Zhuang Yan had cried; he felt utterly powerless.

The other vulnerable ones also began to cry.

Feng Yuxiu listened to all of this in silence, which was not shameful.

No one can see hell and take it for granted that it is peaceful, not even Feng Yuxiu.

"Take it."

Inside the house, an Indian man picked up a blood-stained rag doll from the ground, but Feng Yuxiu suddenly turned away and refused to look at it anymore.

That wasn't a doll, it was a child who wasn't even a year old...

The house inside was still burning and emitting black smoke, and a charred woman was holding a child in her arms at the door.

The child melted together with his mother in the high temperature.

desolate.

For the first time, Feng Yuxiu felt a sense of desolation, regardless of race or nationality.

The tragedy of being human.

The mother seemed desperate to save her child, so she wrapped the child up tightly, but even so, the child did not survive.

Feng Yuxiu felt a surge of passion welling up inside him; he wanted to do something, but as a peacekeeping soldier, he couldn't do anything.

No target, no enemy.

They were sent to maintain world peace, but hell is unfolding right beneath their feet.

Watching the slaughter unfold helplessly, no one can understand the desolation of it all.

Only those who are there in person can truly understand the meaning of the word "desolation".

That is the tragic scene of a life desperately trying to survive being brutally extinguished.

When the sorrow reaches its extreme, it turns into guilt.

Even the high school team leader was shocked. He murmured as he looked at the carnage on the ground, "This is not an attack, this is a real massacre. They... don't want any benefits, they just want to vent their killing spree."

"Fuck these bastards!"

"Fuck him!!"

The high school team leader could no longer contain his rage.

The team members were so devastated that they felt utterly heartbroken.

The surroundings became deathly silent; they could only hear each other's breathing.

That mild yet nauseating smell was all too familiar to Feng Xiu.

That's the smell of death.

"Get ready," Captain Gao ordered, having composed himself.

Everyone walked forward with a sorrowful expression, and Xiaoying and the others also walked in, crying and with tears streaming down their faces.

I walked, one step at a time, through blood. In the coagulated fluid of human blood.

You could clearly hear the sole of the boot being pulled out of the blood with a squelching sound.

That sound was so jarring that I could never forget it.

This is war, this is slaughter, this is killing!

Xiaoying staggered as she walked, her whole body trembling.

Zhuang Yan glanced at Xiao Ying and suddenly froze, then hysterically covered his face and cried out.

Feng Yuxiu patted Zhuang Yan on the shoulder, "Why are you crying?"

"Captain, today...today is Xiaoying's twentieth birthday...she...I..."

Feng Yuxiu fell silent, then turned to look at the other team members, who were also staring blankly at Zhuang Yan and Xiao Ying.

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After cleaning up the scene, everyone returned to their respective camps.

This time, however, there was no joyful singing and dancing from the Finnish guys at the campsite.

A somber atmosphere pervaded the entire area.

They saw hell when they closed their eyes.

That hell was so vivid that even Feng Yuxiu fell silent at that moment.

Therefore, under the orders of the peacekeeping commander, everyone went to their respective medical camps to check their psychological and safety measures.

In this situation, if a mutiny were to break out in the camp, it would cause significant changes to the entire peacekeeping camp.

It has been a month and a half since the town was massacred, but the psychological state of the victims is still on the verge of collapse.

To prevent them from having any psychological issues, Old Bai's boss came over to award them the United Nations medals.

Of course, the leaders of each country will give speeches; this is part of the procedure.

Australians are generally very tall, especially this man, Moss, who is 1.9 meters tall and stands like a giant gorilla in the camp.

The Australian man was about 60 years old and 1.9 meters tall, which is not considered tall abroad. He had a round head, round face, round nose, a pair of small squinty eyes, and his white hair was combed extremely neatly.

He was originally an infantryman and participated in the Vietnam War when he was young. He was hit by Chinese-made 107mm rocket launchers several times in Vietnam, but he was lucky enough to survive. Now he has switched to peacekeeping to maintain world peace.

Chairman Mao was quite amiable and spoke slowly, without any of the usual boastful or careless manner.

"Today, we're having a physical fitness competition, which is a combat sport."

Mao Si grinned, "Everyone says that Cha Nizi's skills are amazing. Well then, you send someone, and we'll send someone to have a friendly competition."

Feng Yuxiu looked at the tall and burly Mao Si and immediately understood.

These peacekeeping soldiers are very depressed now, having witnessed the massacre in the town last time.

Unable to launch a counterattack against the Rwandan rebels, they desperately need an outlet for their frustration.

Nothing is more cathartic than unarmed combat.

After a moment of silence, the high school team leader looked at everyone and asked, "Who's going?"

Now everyone's scrambling to go, even if they get beaten up by the other side.

At least it allows you to vent some of your frustrations.

"Me! Me! Me!" Shi Dafan was the first to raise his hand.

The high school team leader nodded. "Take it one by one. There are more people on the other side, so you all have a chance."

Shi Dafan nodded, rolled up his sleeves, and walked over, looking around. "Who... is coming?"

A Frenchman stepped forward. He was over 1.8 meters tall, half a head taller than Shi Dafan, who was 1.75 meters tall.

But he's strong.

Their combined body fat percentage is equivalent to that of two Shi Dafans.

Shi Dafan didn't care about any of that; he was extremely frustrated and immediately started fighting.

But the opponents were no pushovers either; Shi Dafan's fighting techniques only forced them to take a few steps back.

After all, no matter how skillful your fighting technique is, you still need physical strength to support it.

The technique of using brute force to overcome all other skills is always relevant.

"come."

Shi Dafan waved.

The Frenchman nodded politely and then rushed forward.

Without a single move, Shi Dafan was sent flying and crashed heavily to the ground.

His back slammed heavily against the ground, and the extreme pain made him laugh out loud with his eyes wide open.

“It’s so cool!!!”

Seeing how happy Shi Dafan was, Deng Zhenhua became unhappy and rushed up to him.

"I'll fight you."

Fa Zi nodded; they all understood that Mao Si wanted them to vent their frustrations.

So they didn't care whether it was a chaotic car battle or not.

Fa Zi's physical strength can only support a maximum of three people.

After the old man was also thrown out, he could no longer hold on and sat down on the ground with sweat on his forehead.

However, he smiled and, not caring about anything, lay on the ground panting heavily.

"I've already gone ahead with it."

Qiangzi went up.

There's nothing shameful about failing here. After they come out, they discover that beyond so-called glory, there can be pure thoughts.

You don't need to care about winning or losing or the country's reputation; you just need to vent.

Winning or losing doesn't matter anymore.

As for fighting techniques, there should be some differences between countries.

Some countries' technical characteristics are roughly like this: they basically don't practice any special techniques, relying entirely on the body's own physical qualities; for example, their kicking motion is similar to that of a soccer player.

There is no pure grappling technique; once you subdue your opponent with a grappling technique, you have to resort to punches and kicks.

There are no purely defensive moves; the emphasis is on combining parrying with striking.

The body moves in as soon as it touches the target, stepping into the center and using a combination of punches and kicks to strike quickly and closely.

Do not strike the torso; strike only the head, neck, groin, and knees.

Their fighting style is unorthodox and emphasizes rapid learning.

Special forces soldiers in Country A are generally required to learn some basic martial arts. This is something passed down from their ancestors, so how can they not learn it?

However, practicality is the primary consideration. Looks are just a routine, something for performances and competitions. In a real battle, it's a fight to the death, so why wait for you to use routines?

Therefore, it is generally a free-style fighting style. The goal is to defeat the enemy in one move, not to defeat your friend. You must be clear about this distinction.

There was a medic standing right next to me, so I didn't have to worry about any pain.

Safflower oil is sold in boxes.

After Zhuang Yan, the last member of Feng Yuxiu's group, was defeated.

Feng Yuxiu knew that the high school captain was deliberately showing off.

The competitive spirit is something you can never let go of.

"Looks like you're all out of people."

Mao Si laughed as he watched the medics wiping the bruises off Geng Jihui and the others.

"Commander, that's not necessarily true... We might have one last person..."

Feng Yuxiu left without waiting for the team leader's introduction.

The Finnish cooks stared wide-eyed, "Oh, God."

They had seen Feng Yuxiu take on thirty men single-handedly.

But Mao Si didn't know, nor did the group from France and Germany.

I like kung fu.

The man fighting Feng Yuxiu was a lieutenant colonel named Aku, who was the leader of the team. He struck a Shaolin Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) pose and smiled.

"I've learned kung fu." (End of Chapter)