"Who?" Chen Wenxiao shouted angrily.

"The one who will take your life." The assassin, whose face was completely concealed, spoke coldly. Seeing that the assassination attempt had failed, he stepped out of the darkness and went straight for Chen Wenxiao's vital points.

His moves felt very familiar to Chen Wenxiao.

It incorporates standard fighting techniques used by agents from both China and the United States.

Thinking of the news he had just learned that he had been given an execution order, Chen Wenxiao angrily questioned, "Did Ruan Xiong send you to kill me?"

The assassin seemed surprised that he had pinpointed the mastermind so accurately, and paused for a moment.

It was during this pause that Chen Wenxiao noticed.

He chuckled coldly, glancing at the dim surroundings. "Ruan Xiong really went to great lengths to kill me."

Despite the commotion, the well-trained Vietnamese soldiers failed to notice, and the patrolmen who usually patrolled tirelessly were nowhere to be seen.

Ruan Xiong and the man surnamed Gao have really stopped pretending.

The assassin sent was quite skilled, clearly having received special training from experts from country E. It was no easy feat for Chen Wenxiao to hold out for so long.

He harbored resentment.

If he had known Ruan Xiong wouldn't tolerate him, he should have killed him first to avenge his sister.

Chen Wenxiao regretted it.

"A traitor must die." The assassin coldly drew his dagger, clearly not intending to waste any more time with him.

Chen Wenxiao gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with anger, "I did not collude with the enemy."

It is a great disgrace to frame a soldier for colluding with the enemy.

Even if it means death, he wants to prove his innocence.

"Nonsense." The assassin charged at him, his moves fierce, clearly intending to kill him.

In the dimly lit corner, the moonlight peeked through the clouds, occasionally letting in a sliver of light. Chen Wenxiao peered out from the shadows at the dagger. There was no doubt about it; it was a weapon used by the special forces, made in Vietnam.

He once owned one too.

He lost it after his sister was killed by Ruan Xiong.

The cold glint of the dagger pierced his pupils. Chen Wenxiao was cornered, his back pressed against the wall, watching helplessly as the dagger approached his neck.

With a single, gentle slash, the assassin could sever his carotid artery and kill him instantly.

"bass--"

A pebble bounced out from the side and hit the dagger with a hissing sound.

The force was so great that the assassin's arm went numb, and the dagger fell uncontrollably to the ground.

Taking advantage of the moment the assassin was stunned, Chen Wenxiao was dragged away.

The speed was so fast that the assassin didn't even have time to react.

The sky was torn apart, and a series of booming sounds followed. After a while of thunder, a torrential downpour began.

The front lines.

At the Vietnamese military command center, Vietnamese officers and generals were having a meeting, all with smiles on their faces. Just recently, in the counterattack at Wushan, the Vietnamese side achieved a great victory, annihilating at least three companies of Chinese troops.

Immersed in joy, the Vietnamese general decided to go all out and advance, crossing Wushan and forcing back the Chinese troops.

Just then, a loud bang was heard in the sky.

"Boom—"

It looks like a downpour is about to start.

“It’s going to rain, let the soldiers rest,” one officer said, and the others nodded in agreement.

The leading general glanced at the sky outside and frowned. "We think this way, and the other side thinks the same way. While morale is high... never mind, holding Wushan is the most important thing."

The weather was so bad that we decided to abandon our plan to continue.

The Vietnamese soldiers on the front lines received orders to hold their ground as soon as the torrential rain began, and they could only fight in the blurry rain.

"Damn it!" When the commander-in-chief of the Western Front Command of China, who was also Commander Cao of the Yuncheng Military Region, received the battle report from the front, he slammed his hand on the table, paced back and forth in anger, and frowned so much that he could trap a mosquito.

"No matter what, we have to fight. Wushan area is our territory and we must not let those bastards occupy it."

The chief of staff and political commissar reassured him, "We will definitely fight, but we still need to discuss the specific tactics."

Commander Cao plopped down, "We must take Wushan Heights tonight and report the coordinates."

The communications officer loudly reported the coordinates of the positions of the various units at the front. The chief of staff and others, with cigarettes in their mouths, engaged in a heated discussion on the hand-drawn map, using cigarette butts to burn contour lines in areas where the map was unclear.

"Send the vanguard to charge at all costs. If they still can't take the position, I'll replace them."

"Commander, the night vision goggles and infrared sights have malfunctioned." With the torrential rain pouring down, not only were the night vision goggles failing, but the radio was also constantly short-circuiting, with signal reception being intermittent.

The communications team dared not close their eyes for even a moment; if the command post and the front-line troops lost contact, they would have to take emergency measures.

Commander Cao paced back and forth in the command post, unable to calm his mind.

"The battalion commander of the vanguard is under Shao Gang of the Jiangcheng Military Region, and he has a lot of combat experience," the political commissar reassured everyone.

Hearing that it was Shao Gang, the others breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"What about the Black Panther Commando?" Speaking of Shao Gang, Commander Cao thought of Qin Yushen.

"They're also on the front lines, but they're currently on the right flank of Wushan. Once the vanguard takes the position, the Black Panther Commando can push forward and quickly capture Heimahe," the chief of staff said.

"I hope it goes well."

The rain outside was too heavy, and given that it was jungle warfare, it was very disadvantageous for the infantry.

Wushan position.

The Vietnamese soldiers repelled wave after wave of Chinese soldiers. Although they were exhausted, they were still excited to see that the Chinese could not do anything to them.

"Everyone says that Chinese people are very capable, but in my opinion, they're nothing special."

"Hahaha......"

In the torrential rain, Chinese soldiers carried their guns and the wounded retreated one by one. They had already launched three attacks, suffering heavy casualties. Some soldiers' submachine guns had become waterlogged and misfired. Blood mixed with rainwater left dark red trails on the muddy ground.

The Vietnamese army occupied the high ground and built reverse firing positions to avoid their artillery fire.

The new recruit huddled in the trench, rainwater up to his thighs, his fingers digging into the bullet holes in his rifle butt, muttering, "When will this rain... stop?"

The old soldier next to him spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and sneered, "Stop? Stopping would make the Vietnamese mortars even more accurate."

"Tonight is the best opportunity to capture Wushan."

The battalion commander walked over and raised his voice, "The final order from headquarters is that we must take Wushan before dawn, at all costs."

The new recruits, their minds in turmoil, cried out, "Battalion Commander, the rain is so heavy, we can't see anyone!"

Their blind charge will only result in the needless sacrifice of many lives.

The battalion commander grabbed the wailing man and said through gritted teeth, "You remember this: on the battlefield, a downpour is either hell or heaven, depending on your bullets and the enemy's blood. Who gets washed away by the rain first?"

After saying that, he threw him aside and looked at the exhausted soldiers whose eyes were still shining.

He gritted his teeth and gave the order, "Everyone, charge!"

"Those who are alive, go back and drink."

"For those who are dead, I'll burn paper money for you."