At dusk, at the southwestern border. A head with a grass ring poked out from an inconspicuous corner of the mountain top, searching for something with a cold gaze. The face covered with oil paint had an indifferent expression, indifferent to life and death, and soon shrank back. After a while, an SVD sniper rifle was poked out, and the sniper scope was put on the eyes to continue observing, just like a wolf hiding in the dark observing its prey. Not long after, the man shrank back and there was no movement. The cool wind blew across the semi-desert peaks, rolling up the yellow sand all over the sky, and the dead grass rolled up to the sky. The dark clouds pressed down, and the temperature suddenly dropped, adding a bit of solemnity to this barren mountain. Seeing that the first rain of autumn was about to fall, several mountain eagles screamed, with unyielding and arrogant, and rushed into the sky, and soon disappeared. There are rolling hills, a relatively flat open area on the hillside, with a dazzling red flag flying. Next to the red flag is a low barracks - the station of the ancient road sentry post on the northwest border of China. Below the hillside is a canyon, the only ancient road that runs east-west within a radius of hundreds of miles. This ancient road was very active in ancient times and was a golden channel for smugglers. Today, in peacetime, it is uninhabited. Only this inconspicuous sentry silently guards this ancient road to prevent people from sneaking across.

There is only one squad of people at the ancient road sentry post. Except for the people on guard at the observation tower in the square, everyone else is huddled in the room to prepare dinner. The days in the deserted sentry post are boring. Apart from cooking, guarding, patrolling, and entertainment, there are only things like counting ants and chasing hares. Soldiers assigned to border sentries have basically lost their dreams and hopes, and are just waiting to retire and go home. Squad leader Wu Kai is an old soldier from northern Hebei. He is generous and righteous. He is deeply loved by his comrades. If he doesn't do anything, he will retire in half a year. In this uninhabited mountain, it is difficult to see even a bird. How can he do anything? If you don't have any merit in the army, promotion is a luxury.

"It's going to rain soon. Why doesn't this damn sky rain gold? Haizi, you are the deputy squad leader. You go and take your raincoat. Luo Zheng, that bad boy, should be back soon. It's the first time to go to the battalion headquarters to collect supplies. Don't get lost and be taken away by wild wolves. That will become the biggest joke of our Northwest Army. I can't afford to lose this person." Wu Kai said while kneading the dough. He doesn't look like a squad leader, the highest commander of the outpost. "Okay." A soldier who was burning the fire agreed casually, threw down a piece of firewood, stood up, and was about 1.8 meters tall, with a thin face and a strong body. His uniform was very clean and ironed. Although he was far away from the border, the soldiers' blood was not cold.

"Squad leader, you don't know Luo Zheng yet? Don't look at him as a new soldier. When he gets ruthless, not to mention wolves, even tigers have to retreat. His hands are hard. Could it be the legendary ancestral martial arts?" A soldier next to him said with a smile.

"Don't worry about it. It's his private matter. Who doesn't have some secrets? I warn you, if he doesn't want to say it, you can't ask around, so as not to embarrass everyone. There is a long way to go. If brother Luo Zheng is willing to talk, just say it. Zhuzi, you will retire in half a year, right? What are you going to do when you go back?" Squad leader Wu Kai asked. "Go home and farm. I didn't learn anything else in the army, but I gained a lot of strength. Farming is the best for me." Zhuzi said casually, but there was a trace of bitterness in his eyes. Who doesn't want to be a soldier? Who is willing to go back in obscurity?

Wu Kai didn't say anything. In the kitchen, everyone was silent, thinking about their own thoughts.

"Bang!" A crisp gunshot.

"Where did the gun fire?" Everyone was shocked and put down their work and looked at the squad leader Wu Kai.

"It's a 95-type 5.8mm caliber automatic rifle." Squad leader Wu Kai said with his ears perked up, and suddenly his face changed drastically, and he shouted: "No, it's our standard automatic rifle. If there is a situation, everyone listen to my orders, go through the back door, take your weapons and defend on the spot, don't leave the barracks, be careful of snipers." As a veteran of the outpost, Wu Kai has never participated in a battle, but he has heard a lot of experience passed down from generation to generation, and he keenly feels that something has happened. Everyone agreed and rushed to the back of the kitchen. Behind the kitchen was the weapons storage room. Everyone usually kept their weapons with them. It was dinner time and the sentry post had not had any incidents for several years. Everyone relaxed and stored their weapons together while cooking. This negligence cost everyone their lives.

Before everyone rushed out of the kitchen, rows of fierce bullets were fired from outside. The heavy curtains and glass windows could not stop the attack of bullets at all and shattered in an instant. Then two grenades were thrown in, making two earth-shattering explosions. Several soldiers in the kitchen fell in a pool of blood, and no one was spared.

From hearing the gunshot to being attacked and killed, it took only two seconds. Several soldiers who were still talking and laughing just now became corpses, all with their eyes open, and died with their eyes open. The smoke soon dissipated, and a man wearing a tiger-patterned universal camouflage combat uniform walked in. This combat uniform is known to be the best camouflage uniform for mountain jungle combat. The man walked in with his body sideways, his face smeared with thick oil paint, wearing a helmet full of dead grass and branches, wearing a pair of tactical sunglasses, holding an M16A4 automatic rifle in his hand, his head lowered, ready to fire at any time, wearing explosion-proof military boots.

Two people followed behind this man, dressed the same way, kneeling on one leg, holding the gun horizontally and quickly aiming to search the situation in the room, while saying "safe, no suspicious findings" through the headset, slowly stood up, took two steps forward, opened the door, and let a sturdy man in. The sturdy man was about 1.85 meters tall, about the same height as the others. He pointed his gun downwards, exuding a wild and ferocious aura. He calmly glanced at the room, his eyes fell on the flour that had not been fully mixed on the kitchen board, a sneer of disdain flashed across his mouth, and he took off his tactical sunglasses, revealing his sharp eyes like a hawk.

"Report to the captain, seven people were killed, plus a sentry and a relief soldier, a total of nine people, no other suspicious findings." After the first person who came in checked the kitchen and the backyard, he immediately turned back and saluted to report. "Nine people?" The man called the captain had a look of suspicion on his face, and a burst of breath emanated from his pores. He shouted, "Not good. According to reliable intelligence, there are ten people in this outpost, and one person is missing. It seems that our plan to take over the outpost and rest for a night has to be adjusted. Notify the brothers to clean up the battlefield, replenish ammunition and supplies, and then evacuate the scene immediately. Damn it, Ghost Hand, search around to see if you can find that person." "Yes." A person next to him shouted, turned around and rushed out. "Bring the target here." The captain shouted coldly.