Warlords: Rising from the Northwest Border and Sweeping Across the Powers

Chapter 558 Huang Changfeng's Reluctance to Take the Next Step

Four hours later, the first rays of sunlight in the morning fell on the ground, bringing a touch of warmth to the land that had just experienced fierce fighting. A convoy of five off-road jeeps quietly stopped at the gate of the expeditionary army's base, with the bodies of the vehicles covered with mud and grass, revealing the hardships they had just experienced.

The car door slowly opened, and the members of the God's Punishment Special Forces got out of the car one by one. Their faces were full of fatigue, but their eyes were shining with determination and excitement.

The combat uniforms on their bodies were now stained with dried mud and blood, like vivid battle scenes.

Song Yuanqing, her mother and her two sons were held in the middle. They looked pale and depressed.

Especially Huang Changfeng, his right wrist was wrapped in a thick bandage, and blood had seeped out, which was particularly eye-catching.

Elante stepped forward and saluted Chen Tong who had been waiting there for a long time. His voice was sonorous and powerful, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "Report to the commander! The God's Punishment Special Forces have successfully completed the assigned mission and successfully intercepted three target persons!"

Chen Tong looked at the exhausted but still upright soldiers in front of him, and a wave of respect surged in his heart. He nodded and said in a deep voice: "Thank you for your hard work! I have arranged for emergency personnel to help you treat your injuries."

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and several medical staff immediately came forward. They skillfully checked the injuries of the soldiers of the God's Punishment Special Forces, applied medicine, and bandaged their wounds.

This God's Punishment Special Forces, known as the sharp knife of Su Zhengyang's men, has completed important tasks many times and has never been defeated. Its prototype is the British Commander Special Forces during World War II, and it is also known as the ancestor of special forces.

During World War II, a special forces unit called "Command" was particularly noteworthy.

It was elusive, fearless of death, and it galloped across the battlefields of Europe and Africa with surprise tactics and lightning-fast actions. A series of surprise attacks made the Nazi German army tremble with fear, and even made the war devil Hitler nervous to the point of madness.

On October 1942, 10, an enraged Hitler issued the famous "Extermination Order", which stipulated that the British "attack and sabotage forces", whether in uniform or not, whether armed or not, must be "annihilated" at all costs.

However, instead of being "extinct", the "Commanders" created more glories in the flames and smoke, and their achievements will be recorded forever in the history of the anti-fascist struggle. British Prime Minister Churchill proudly said: "'Commanders' are the eternal pride of Great Britain!

Obviously, this divine punishment did not disappoint Yan Shuangying and Chen Tong. They successfully captured the target person with almost zero casualties, and once again proved with practical actions that they are the real iron-blooded elite.

"Take them to the field hospital first and keep them under strict guard. At the same time, have someone perform surgery on Huang Changfeng and make sure he is safe." Chen Tong gave the order in a firm and powerful voice, leaving no room for doubt. Following his order, the two Huang brothers and Song Yuanqing were quickly taken away from the scene and sent to the field hospital.

Afterwards, Elantra and Black Fox followed Chen Tong into the headquarters. Under the dim light, the three of them sat around a simple combat table and began to describe the mission in detail. Elantra and Black Fox took turns recounting their thrilling experiences during the operation, describing every detail vividly and realistically.

Chen Tong listened quietly, nodding and frowning from time to time, showing the concentration and sharpness of an experienced commander. When the two finished speaking, he showed a look of satisfaction, and his eyes revealed his admiration for the two.

"Like father, like son. The two Huang brothers are just like their father Huang Guangtai, cunning as a fox." Chen Tong said with emotion, "If it weren't for your cleverness this time, I'm afraid they might have managed to escape successfully. The president has issued a death order, and no one of the Huang family's direct descendants can be spared."

Yilan nodded, then he pondered for a moment and asked Chen Tong: "Commander, as a loyal servant of the Huang family, Chang Tai attaches great importance to Huang Guangtai's family. Now that the Huang brothers and Song Yuanqing are in our hands, I wonder if we can use this as a condition to ask Chang Tai to release Situ Hao and others and surrender unconditionally?"

After hearing this, Chen Tong's eyes lit up and he gave Elante an admiring look. He stood up, walked to the window, and looked into the distance: "Yes, as long as Huang Guangtai's family falls into our hands, we will regain the initiative. This will not only avoid more bloodshed and sacrifice, but also more effectively strike at the power of the Huang family. This time, your Divine Punishment Special Forces have made a great contribution."

Elante and Black Fox smiled at each other, their hearts filled with pride and confidence. They knew that the success of this operation was not only a recognition of them personally, but also an honor and recognition of the entire God's Punishment Special Forces.

Half a day passed, it was almost evening, and the lights in the field hospital were bright. Black Fox walked into the intensive care unit, and his eyes were directly locked on Huang Changfeng lying on the bed. Huang Changfeng's face was pale, with thick bandages wrapped around his wrists, and he looked weak and embarrassed.

Black Fox stood beside the bed, looking down at Huang Changfeng with the attitude of a winner, and slowly said: "I heard that it was your idea to have someone disguised as you three, mother and son, to lure the tiger away from the mountain and eliminate the danger?" His voice was calm and indifferent.

Huang Changfeng looked up at Black Fox, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. He struggled to speak, his voice unusually hoarse: "The winner is the king, the loser is the bandit. Even though I made careful arrangements in advance, I still fell into your control. I am very curious, how did you see through my plan?"

Black Fox sneered and replied: "Details determine success or failure. Your plan is good, but there are too many flaws in the details. Your cleverness may backfire." There was a hint of sarcasm in his words, as if he was mocking Huang Changfeng's self-righteousness.

Huang Changfeng's face turned even uglier when he heard this. He gritted his teeth and said, "No wonder Su Zhengyang has been able to develop to this point in just a few years. There really isn't a simple character under him." His voice was full of reluctance and anger, as if he was making excuses for his failure.

Huang Changfeng continued to question, "You went to so much trouble to capture us, what exactly do you want?"

Black Fox was silent for a while, then said coldly: "Soon, you will know the fate you are about to face. Rest well and cherish your last moments."

Black Fox smiled faintly, turned around and left the ward. The sound of his military boots stepping on the ground was particularly harsh in the silent hospital.

"Xiaofeng, what should we do!" Huang Changlin's voice was trembling and uneasy. He smelled a hint of danger from Black Fox's words. His face was pale, and his expression was full of panic and helplessness.

Huang Changfeng was lying on the hospital bed. Although he was weak, his eyes were very firm. He took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and then slowly said, "Brother, the situation is really not optimistic now. Su Zhengyang will never let us go easily. But I think he is keeping us now only because we are still useful. So, we must find a way to fight for a glimmer of hope."

Huang Changlin listened to his brother's analysis, and the panic in his heart was slightly relieved. He looked at Huang Changfeng's calm and determined eyes and nodded woodenly, as if to tell himself that as long as he followed his brother, he would definitely find a way out.

In another ward, Song Yuanqing sat on the bed, holding a cross tightly in her hand, praying devoutly. Her face was full of worry and pleading, as if she was praying to God to bless her sons to be safe. Her lips moved, silently reciting the words of prayer.

At this dangerous moment, both Huang Changfeng and Song Yuanqing are dealing with the upcoming unknown fate in their own way.