The medical team has begun treating the injured people in the mission area. Busy figures are moving back and forth in the simple medical tent.

Luo Qianyun skillfully cleaned the wound of an elderly man with a leg injury. The old man's face was full of pain and fatigue, but when he looked at the medical team, a glimmer of hope appeared in his eyes.

In another corner, Xu Jia was bandaging the head of an injured child.

The child was crying because of the pain. Xu Jia could only comfort the child gently while treating the wound carefully.

Outside the tent, the injured people lined up in a long queue. Some of them were leaning on crutches, while others were supported by their family members. Everyone's face was filled with expectation.

At this time, the peacekeeping soldiers began to set up camp.

Lu Yunzheng led the captains to plan out the layout of the camp, and accompanied them in their busy figures shuttling back and forth in the scorching sun, carrying various supplies.

Medical areas, living areas, and material storage areas have gradually taken shape, as if a fortress of hope is slowly rising on this desolate land.

However, unexpectedly, a noisy engine sound and shouting came from afar. The sound was like a surging tide, breaking the original tranquility.

As the captain of the peacekeeping force, Lu Yunzheng immediately became alert.

My nerves tensed up instantly, and my many combat experiences made me more sensitive to the approaching danger.

I saw 놛 quickly pick up the telescope and look in the direction where the sound came from.

Through the telescope, I saw a group of local armed forces with various equipment rushing towards the peacekeeping force with great momentum.

Some of the armed men were wearing tattered camouflage uniforms, while others were wearing traditional clothes. They held a variety of weapons in their hands and had fierce expressions on their faces.

"Everyone on alert!" Lu Yunzheng shouted loudly, his voice was decisive and powerful, echoing in the camp.

After hearing the order, the soldiers of the peacekeeping force quickly entered the combat position.

The armored vehicle's gun slowly turned, making a heavy mechanical sound, and accurately aimed at the incoming enemy.

The militants rushed forward firing, and bullets flew around the peacekeeping force camp like meteors.

The injured people who were originally lined up outside the medical team's tent had all dispersed immediately. They had lived here for so long that they didn't need anyone to remind them to stay alive.

Dust was flying and the air was filled with tension.

Lu Yunzheng calmly commanded his troops to defend, his voice steady and calm: "Pay attention to concealment, do not open fire easily, and try to avoid escalation of conflict!"

This is because Lu Yunzheng and others are clear that the mission of the peacekeeping force is to maintain peace, not to create war.

We must exercise restraint to defuse this crisis.

We do not want to start a war, but the militants do not intend to stop attacking. They are like a surging flood, constantly approaching the peacekeeping force camp.

Every step was accompanied by a strong sense of oppression, as if it would completely engulf the peacekeeping force.

In this land shrouded in flames of war, the battle between the peacekeeping forces and the armed elements finally broke out fiercely like a storm.

The bullets flew through the air like meteors, making a sharp and piercing whistling sound.

The peacekeeping soldiers clung to the makeshift fortifications, their weapons spitting flames as they fired strings of angry bullets at the militants.

Flames burst forth, and thick smoke filled the sky over the battlefield like a dark cloud.

The militants showed no sign of weakness and unleashed firepower madly. Their attack came like a violent storm.

The roars of various guns intertwined together, and explosions occurred one after another on the battlefield.

The shell exploded not far away, raising a cloud of dust and debris.

The huge impact force made the ground tremble. The flying bullets were like the sickle of death, which could take away lives at any time.

The armored vehicles of the peacekeeping forces marched bravely forward in the hail of bullets, their heavy armor gleaming with metallic light in the sun.

The artillery shells kept flashing with light, and each launch was accompanied by a deafening roar. The shells hit the militants' positions like thunder, blasting out huge craters.

The soldiers shuttled through the hail of bullets, and they cooperated with each other tacitly.

Some are responsible for shooting, aiming at the enemy accurately and firing bullets at the most threatening targets.

Some are responsible for communications, keeping in touch with the command center at all times and reporting the situation on the battlefield.

They constantly adjust their tactics during battle and respond flexibly according to the enemy's movements.

In the fierce exchange of fire, life becomes extremely fragile in an instant.

A bullet flew past Bai Minghui's helmet, leaving a deep scratch that made people tremble with fear.

Another soldier was unfortunately hit in the leg by a bullet, but he gritted his teeth and continued fighting without saying a word.

In the medical team's tent, the situation had deteriorated significantly. Luo Qianyun was cleaning the wounds of the injured and bandaging them to stop the bleeding.

However, the tense atmosphere was broken by the sudden attack.

All I heard was a deafening explosion in the distance, followed by intensive gunfire.

Luo Qianyun was nervous, but she quickly directed the medical staff around her to transfer the injured to a relatively safe place.

Bullets rained down around the medical tent, raising clouds of dust.

Luo Qianyun assisted in evacuating the injured while keeping an eye on the situation around her.

Her heartbeat accelerated rapidly. She never thought that danger would come so soon, just as they arrived.

What's more puzzling is that it seems that the other party is coming for our peacekeeping force.

During the transfer, the wound of one of the injured opened again and blood gushed out.

Luo Qianyun had to stop, bend over and re-bandage it as quickly as possible.

At this moment, a bullet whizzed past her head. If she had not chosen to bend over and stop, the bullet would have passed through her head.

As the attack continued, the medical team's situation became increasingly dangerous.

But none of the medical team members chose to retreat. They always chose to stick to their posts and refused to back down.

They used their not-so-strong bodies to hold up an umbrella of hope for the lives of the constantly injured fighters.

At this critical moment, Lu Yunzheng sent a local translator and a soldier, with the local translator holding a white flag and the soldier holding a red national flag, to try to communicate with the militants.

When we walked out of the camp cautiously, the other side's armed elements ceased firing at the same time, acquiescing that we should go to negotiate.

Through the local translator's limited communication, we learned that these militants mistakenly believed that the peacekeeping forces were coming to support their hostile forces.

On the other end of the intercom, Lu Yunzheng explained to the people the mission and neutral position of the peacekeeping force, and expressed his willingness to work together for local peace and stability.

Seeing that it was a blunder, the militants stopped their attack.

The exchange of fire ended, but the battlefield was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder and the lingering atmosphere of tension.

The peacekeeping soldiers remained highly alert, their eyes fixed on the direction the militants left, without relaxing their weapons in the slightest.

Lu Yunzheng watched them leave, and then began to command the soldiers to check the battlefield and count the casualties.