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Inside the Wolf Warrior Squadron's camp, the somewhat relaxed atmosphere was instantly broken by the sharp and piercing assembly whistle.

It was like a heavy bomb was thrown into the calm lake, causing layers of tense ripples.

The team members are taking advantage of the rare rest time to clean the guns that have accompanied them through countless life and death situations, or to gather in groups of two or three to share the thrilling moments in past battles.

When the whistle blew, everyone stopped moving.

The next second, he rushed towards the meeting room like an arrow.

Li Fan, Leng Feng, Shi Sanba, Ban Zhuan, Shao Bing and other team members were in agile posture and their steps were hurried but orderly.

The leisure in their eyes faded, replaced by seriousness and concentration. It was an instinctive reaction honed by years of fighting in the hail of bullets. They knew that such an urgent call must herald the arrival of a difficult and error-free task.

In the conference room, the lights seemed to dim a little because of the solemn atmosphere.

He Zhijun stood upright in the front, his usually resolute face now as cold as stone. His deep gaze swept across the faces of each team member one by one, as if he wanted to examine everyone's determination and courage, and measure whether this iron army could shoulder the heavy burden that was about to be placed on them.

After the team members filed in and quickly formed several rows in the conference room, as neat as a formation waiting for inspection, He Zhijun took a deep breath and said slowly in a low and hoarse voice with unquestionable power: "Comrades, we have an extremely urgent task before us at this moment.

The western and central regions, once home to ancient civilizations and prosperous markets, have now been ruthlessly engulfed by war and plunged into endless chaos and darkness.

He frowned slightly, his eyes revealing pain and anxiety, and continued, "Countless gunshots raged through the streets and alleys of the city, smoke filled the air, blocking out the sun. It had already become a living hell.

Dozens of our Chinese compatriots were trapped in the dangers of that war zone, and their lives were like candles swaying in the wind and rain, and could be extinguished at any time.

Our superiors have issued an emergency evacuation mission. This is a trust in our Wolf Warrior Squadron and a heavy responsibility.

We must rush to the Middle East as quickly as possible, break through those lines of death, and at all costs bring our compatriots out safely and escort them to our Chinese warships."

At this time, Long Xiaoyun walked forward with steady steps, holding a thick volume of war zone information in his hand.

She neatly unfolded the document and hung it on the slightly mottled wall of the conference room. Then she picked up a slender pointer, looked at the document intently, and began to give everyone a detailed introduction to the war zone situation: "The current situation in the Middle East war zone is more complicated than one can imagine. Rebels and terrorist armed forces are like a raging cancer, spreading everywhere and running rampant.

They treated human life as worthless, committing all kinds of atrocities, burning, killing, looting, and killing anyone they saw, regardless of whether they were unarmed civilians or innocent outsiders.

She slowly moved the pointer in her hand across the map, circling several areas highlighted with red pen, and said solemnly, "According to the latest intelligence, our compatriots are roughly trapped in this area. The surrounding area is filled with rebel and terrorist strongholds, like bloody mouths, ready to devour everything at any time.

It can be said that every step we take in this operation is on the brink of death and is fraught with danger, but we have no choice but to go all out."

The team members listened quietly, everyone's brows were tightly furrowed, as if they were dams protecting against the heavy burden in their hearts.

However, there was no fear or retreat in their eyes. Instead, they were burning with a fiery fighting spirit. It was a flame formed by the protectiveness of their compatriots and the loyalty to their mission. Even if there was an abyss or a sea of ​​fire and swords ahead, they would charge forward without hesitation.

As soon as the order was given, the entire Wolf Warrior Squadron camp instantly became like a high-speed precision machine, busy and orderly engaged in preparations for the expedition.

Soldiers shuttled back and forth between the warehouses, and their tense footsteps echoed in the empty aisles, as if it were the beating of war drums before an expedition.

Inside the ammunition depot, boxes of ammunition exuded a cold metallic luster as the team members carefully and quickly moved them onto the transport vehicles that had been waiting nearby.

Their movements were skillful and cautious. They carefully checked the type and quantity of ammunition corresponding to each type of gun, and their fingers gently brushed across the shell casings. The texture seemed to be in silent communication with the "partners" who were about to fight side by side.

Every bullet carries the hope of life. In the battlefield full of gunfire and hail of bullets, ammunition is their most solid support and they cannot afford to make any mistakes.

The medical supplies area was filled with a faint smell of disinfectant.

The bandages were neatly stacked together, like a white square array waiting for inspection; first aid medicines were packed in small boxes according to categories, with clear and eye-catching handwriting on the labels; the stretcher was leaning against the wall, and the metal frame reflected a cold light under the light.

The team members responsible for medical support are focused and meticulously check the expiration dates of medicines and test the performance of medical equipment. They know very well that these seemingly ordinary supplies may very well become the last line of defense to save the lives of comrades or compatriots in the cruel environment of the war zone.

In the communication equipment debugging area, technicians sat in front of a pile of complex instruments, their eyes fixed on the data constantly jumping on the screen, their fingers tapping quickly on the keyboard, as if playing a melody about life and death.

They repeatedly tested the signal strength and stability. The constantly flashing signal lights seemed like the light of hope that was trying to flash in the darkness, ensuring that in the complex environment of the war zone full of electromagnetic interference and numerous buildings, the Wolf Warrior Squadron could always maintain smooth communication with the outside world and with each other, so as not to fall into the desperate situation of being isolated and helpless.

Protective equipment is of paramount importance. From sturdy yet lightweight bulletproof vests to helmets that fit the head well, each piece undergoes rigorous quality testing and adaptation adjustments.

The soldiers tried them on carefully, adjusted the size meticulously, tightened the shoulder straps, fastened the buckles, and felt the sense of security brought by the protective equipment.

They know very well that this equipment is a "talisman" in the hail of bullets. It must not only ensure flexibility of action, but also be able to withstand the enemy's deadly attacks at critical moments. There is no room for carelessness.

In a temporary combat command room, the dim light was enough to illuminate the tactical sand table that occupied most of the room.

Li Fan stood in front of the sand table, his posture as straight as a pine tree, his eyes staring deeply and intently at the simulated battlefield terrain on the sand table. The miniature streets, buildings, and hills seemed to be a microcosm of the real war zone, carrying unknown dangers and challenges.

Leng Feng was the first to break the silence. He frowned slightly, his eyes revealing a hint of solemnity as he recalled the past. He slowly said, "We are going deep into the war zone this time, and there is a high probability that we will encounter attacks from rebels and terrorist forces in those narrow, maze-like streets and dilapidated and chaotic residential areas.

The terrain in those places is complex, and the enemy can easily hide and set up ambushes. If we are not careful, we may be surrounded and caught by the enemy."

As he spoke, he squatted down and used his fingers to carefully indicate the various places where he might encounter the enemy, as well as the corresponding response routes, on the sand table. The rustling sound of his fingers sliding across the sand table seemed to be sounding the alarm for battle in advance.

Shi Sanba immediately stood up, crossed his arms, and said seriously, "That's right, facing these vicious enemies, we must not passively accept the attack, but must take the initiative and catch them off guard.

We must quickly disrupt their deployment and throw them into disarray before they have time to fully assemble and organize an effective defense."

As he spoke, he picked up several small models representing his own troops and skillfully demonstrated his envisioned attack method on the sand table. Under his control, the small models seemed to have turned into soldiers charging on the battlefield, showing flexible and varied tactical movements.

Banzhuan also came forward and put forward his idea with a firm look: "We can divide into several combat teams and cooperate with each other.

One group will be responsible for attracting the enemy's firepower from the front, like a magnet, firmly grasping the enemy's attention. The other groups will quietly outflank from the side or rear. When the enemy focuses all their attention on the front, we will attack from the most unexpected place and hit them so hard that they can't take care of both ends. "

Shao Bing nodded slightly in agreement and added, "And we must plan our retreat route in advance. The situation in the war zone is changing rapidly. In case of any accidents, we must have a way to retreat and be able to quickly evacuate our compatriots from the dangerous area. Ensuring everyone's safety is the top priority."

Everyone spoke one after another, expressing their own opinions. Sparks of thought collided and blended in this small command room. Each idea was like a puzzle piece, gradually piecing together a complete and meticulous combat tactical blueprint.

Li Fan listened carefully to everyone's opinions, sometimes nodded slightly, sometimes fell into deep thought. Under his calm face, he was concentrating on repeatedly weighing and considering the entire battle plan.

Finally, he integrated everyone's wisdom and began to formulate combat tactics in detail, not missing any step or detail, striving to be foolproof.

Long Xiaoyun sat at the table nearby, holding a pen and paper in his hand, concentrating on writing down the key points of everyone's discussion.

Her pen tip slid across the paper, leaving behind lines of clear handwriting. Those were not just simple words, but also a combat guide that concerned the safety of many lives.

At the same time, based on the established tactical plan, she carefully marked important information on the map, such as key routes, areas with potential dangers, and predetermined assembly points. The gradually increasing lines and symbols on the map seemed to be weaving a navigation network that could lead the Wolf Warrior Squadron to move forward safely in the fog of the war zone. Although the road ahead was full of thorns and dangers, everyone felt more confident and determined to win as they looked at the plan that was gradually taking shape.