Chapter 466 Tang Bei's brothers ran away
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The next morning, as soon as the sun broke through the clouds, Chang Yin, Tang Shengkai and Fei Shuwen stood in the center of the camp, waiting for the arrangements for the escort mission.
When they saw the leader in charge of the team striding towards them from a distance, the three of them frowned at the same time - the man was Blake, the guy who had disliked them since they stepped into the US military camp, with his eyes full of contempt and suspicion.
Blake crossed his arms, his eyes darting back and forth between the three of them like a hawk, a mocking smile playing on the corners of his mouth. "Heh, I thought the colonel would send some reliable people, but it turned out to be a bunch of yellow-skinned 'outsiders' like you. Are you sure you're not here to hold us back?"
Chang Yin's expression remained unchanged. He took a step forward, his tone respectful yet dignified, "Sir, since we have accepted this mission, we will give it our all and prove our capabilities with concrete actions."
"Action? Just you?" Blake sneered, suddenly pulled out the whip from his waist, and swung it hard in the air, making a crisp sound, startling the surrounding soldiers so much that they trembled unconsciously.
"I heard that, Logan (Tang Shengkai's English name), you were lying in bed before. How long has it been? And you're already here to carry out the mission full of energy and vitality? You weren't pretending to be sick to be lazy, and now you're being forced to do this?
I now reasonably suspect that your last achievement was exaggerated to a great extent."
Tang Shengkai's heart was filled with anger, but his face remained calm: "Report to the commander, although my injury has not been fully healed, my physical foundation is good enough to cope with any situation during the mission.
I am confident that we can successfully complete this mission."
"Mission accomplished? I doubt it!" Blake's eyes glared. "But you little flies aren't worth wasting too much of my time. Let me make it clear right now: if you're in danger, I won't send anyone to rescue you. Do you understand?
Okay, now, to ensure the mission goes smoothly, you three, immediately move twenty boxes of ammunition onto the transport truck. You have five minutes to complete it. If you don't, you'll be sent to the kitchen to do odd jobs!"
After saying that, he pointed to the ammunition boxes piled up in the distance.
Chang Yin glanced at the massive number of ammunition boxes, then checked the time, calculating rapidly in his mind. This mission was clearly a challenge. Each box of ammunition weighed at least several dozen kilograms. Moving fifty boxes in five minutes would be difficult even for a well-trained American soldier. Clearly, Blake didn't want them to participate in this mission.
Chang Yin felt more certain in his heart. The more Blake acted like this, the more it showed the importance of this mission. It seemed that Blake didn't want them to take any credit.
Fei Shuwen clenched his fists, but years of political commissar work had honed his composure. No matter what Blake said, he remained smiling.
Chang Yin nodded seriously: "Yes, sir! We will complete the mission."
The three of them quickly ran to the ammunition crates and began to load them. Blake stood aside, his arms folded across his chest, a look of anticipation on his face. He would occasionally mutter something to the soldiers next to him, drawing laughter from the crowd.
Chang Yin and Tang Shengkai were already in good physical condition, and since they were both cultivators, their strength was undeniable. Fei Shuwen, while a bit behind, could already sense the surrounding spiritual energy, though he hadn't yet reached the first level of Qi training. The three of them moved swiftly.
Even though they could easily carry five boxes of ammunition at a time, they still moved them one box at a time, but at an extremely fast speed. Several American soldiers who wanted to watch the excitement couldn't believe what they saw.
Seeing that the situation was not favorable for them, Blake immediately shouted, "Stop!"
The three of them stopped what they were doing and looked at him in confusion. Blake slowly walked up to Chang Yin and looked him up and down: "Jon, why do I feel that you are so active? Do you have any other purpose?
Are you trying to take advantage of this opportunity to get some US military secrets, and then use this mission to pass on the information to your compatriots?"
Chang Yin couldn't help but frown. "Sir, your words really chill us Asian service members. Since joining the US military, we have been working diligently and not slacking off in the slightest, hoping to gain recognition from our superiors and serve the US military."
Now that you doubt us like this, we really don't know how to deal with it."
Chang Yin's words were neither humble nor arrogant, but he dragged all the yellow-skinned people in Asia into the water. There were quite a few yellow-skinned soldiers serving in the US military, and their movements had already attracted many people to come and watch.
Chang Yin believed that if Blake's words just now became known among the American army, it would be hard to say whether Blake, as an officer, could still be saved. Even if the American army looked down on others, they would not discuss it in public.
Seeing more and more people gathering, Blake snorted coldly, but he couldn't find any concrete evidence. He waved his hand in dissatisfaction: "Stop pretending to be pitiful here, and keep moving! If you exceed the time limit, you will be in trouble!"
Time passed minute by minute, and the three men's clothes were already soaked with sweat, and their arms were almost numb from exhaustion. Of course, this was all superficial, a deliberate act for outsiders to see. After all, they didn't want to increase their workload just because of their strength.
Blake watched as Chang Yin and his men gritted their teeth, carrying the ammunition without stopping for a moment. Finally, at the last second, they loaded the last box of ammunition onto the transport truck.
Blake wasn't satisfied with what he saw. His goal was to force the three of them out. But in just five minutes, these few men accomplished a task that even the American soldiers probably couldn't accomplish.
After all, to make things more difficult for them, the transport truck was not close to where the explosives were stored.
Blake didn't give up. He walked up to Fei Shuwen again, his eyes full of provocation: "Mason, I heard that you took the initiative to apply for this mission?
I want to see how much you're capable of. When we set out, you'll be at the front of the group, scouting the way. If you retreat at the slightest danger, or take the wrong path, I'll skin you alive myself!
Haha, isn’t that what the saying goes? "
Facing Blake's challenge, Fei Shuwen straightened his back and responded loudly: "Yes! Sir! I promise to complete the mission!"
Chang Yin, Tang Shengkai, and Fei Shuwen exchanged a blank look. They knew Blake would undoubtedly present numerous obstacles along the way, but no matter how many difficulties and obstacles lay ahead, they had to find a way to participate in this mission and find a chance to rescue Commander Han.
Inside the prisoner-of-war camp at Base No. 9, the barbed wire shone coldly under the scorching sun, and American soldiers armed with live ammunition paced back and forth like ghosts, constantly monitoring every move in the camp.
The pungent smell of sweat, blood and rotting flesh intertwined and filled every inch of the air, making people feel sick.
Inside the dark, damp cell, Commander Han huddled in a corner, his emaciated body wrapped in a tattered, bloodstained uniform. With trembling hands, he laboriously broke a piece of musty bread into small pieces. This was the only "food" the US military provided each day, the bare minimum necessary to keep them alive as a bargaining chip.
His eyes were empty but revealed a hint of stubbornness as he looked at the sky outside the cell that was cut by barbed wire, wondering how to find life in this iron-clad camp.
They were said to be exchanging bargaining chips, but those were other Chinese soldiers, not Commander Han himself. He felt that the reason the US military didn't kill him was probably because they were plotting a bigger conspiracy.
Commander Han's eyes hardened instantly. No matter what, he would not disgrace the uniform he wore. If he really reached a point where he could no longer survive and had no chance of escape, he would personally end his life.
It will definitely not cause any trouble to the organization.
The three brothers Tang Bei, Tang Dong and Tang Nan were huddled in the withered grass. They had grown a lot in recent years, but they were still much thinner than ordinary adult soldiers. Their clothes were torn by thorns, and strands of them fluttered slightly in the wind.
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