215: Extreme Rescue

Time rewinds to 10:00 AM.

Lu Fan quietly returned to the designated rest point with Ah Fu, Bai Jinbiao, and the others.

The scene before him made his heart sink.

Only dozens of immobile, seriously wounded soldiers and anxiously busy military doctors remained at the rest point.

Feng Hanqing was looking at the map on the table with a solemn expression.

Meanwhile, Li Zhenshan sat in a corner, resentfully drawing circles with a branch.

The Security Team Members were all hanging their heads, vigorously scrubbing their guns as if someone owed them a fortune.

Inside the empty warehouse, the three thousand off-road motorcycles and the main force of the 122nd Division were nowhere to be seen.

"Feng Hanqing! Where is everyone? Li Zhenshan?" Lu Fan stepped forward, his voice carrying an irrepressible anger.

Hearing the voice, Feng Hanqing looked up abruptly. After seeing it was Lu Fan, he quickly approached with a grim expression.

He stammered, "Boss... they've gone to the front lines."

"Nonsense!" Lu Fan's anger was instantly ignited. "What's the situation?" Ready to generate.

Feng Hanqing organized his words and said, "Urgent news came from the front; parts of the 87th and 88th Divisions have been surrounded."

"The situation is extremely critical. Division Commander Feng... he decided to lead a team to rescue them."

"Did I not emphasize repeatedly that we must rest? Why didn't you stop them?" Lu Fan asked.

"We tried, but... but the Sichuan Army brothers got so emotional we couldn't stop them!" Feng Hanqing said with a face full of helplessness.

Lu Fan asked in a low voice, "How many people did he take?"

"Division Commander Feng ordered all uninjured officers and soldiers to assemble and form an Assault Team..."

Lu Fan breathed a small sigh of relief; at least he knew to leave the wounded behind.

But he immediately followed up, "What about the others? What about Chief of Staff Luo and the lightly wounded?"

Li Zhenshan, standing aside, stammered, "Brother Fan... well... Division Commander Feng didn't return at the appointed time."

"The brothers... the brothers all said they couldn't watch the Division Commander and the Friendly Forces fight alone."

"Chief of Staff Luo couldn't stop them... so... he took all the lightly wounded who could still move and rushed in as well..."

"Idiots!!" Lu Fan could no longer restrain himself and cursed loudly. "Doesn't he know that sending wounded soldiers only increases pointless casualties?"

"It will drag down the mobility and coordination of the entire unit. This is absolute madness!"

"Are Feng Tiankui and Luo Jialie's brains filled with mush?"

"How long have they been gone?" He paced back and forth in anger.

"Two hours and twenty minutes," Feng Hanqing said, checking his watch.

Hearing that they hadn't returned after more than two hours, Lu Fan panicked completely.

After a night of high-intensity combat, he knew that the physical strength of everyone in the 122nd Division was already exhausted.

"They've been out for two hours and twenty minutes, which means they've been fighting for at least an hour and a half."

"Once the time bomb of physical exhaustion is triggered, combined with the burden of the wounded, the consequences would be unthinkable."

Lu Fan suppressed his anger; now was not the time to assign blame, he had to act immediately.

His gaze swept over the remaining Security Team Members and the seriously wounded, a flash of decisiveness in his eyes.

"Assemble! All Security Team Members, assemble!" Lu Fan ordered.

Soon, dozens of Security Team Members had finished assembling.

From his storage space, Lu Fan took out the system-rewarded [Bulk Recovery Potion] and quickly mixed it into pure water.

"One bottle per person, drink it immediately! Move out~~" Lu Fan commanded unquestionably.

The team members took the water and drank; a warm current quickly swept through their bodies.

The fatigue from the night-long battle miraculously vanished, and their mental state and physical strength were instantly restored to their peak.

Everyone mounted the motorcycles and launched the rescue operation.

In about ten minutes, Lu Fan and his team arrived at the front line.

At this point, he didn't care about being shocking and directly released eighteen tanks from his space.

Li Zhenshan led his men into their familiar "big babies," and amidst the roar of engines, they sped toward the direction of the most intense gunfire and shelling.

On the Baoshan battlefield, inside the encirclement.

Feng Tiankui, Luo Jialie, and the remnants of the 87th and 88th Divisions had been compressed into a very small area.

Ammunition was nearly exhausted, the officers and soldiers were exhausted, and casualties were heavy.

The japanese launched a new round of fierce attacks, the glint of bayonets flickering through the smoke.

"Brothers! The time to serve our country has come! Fix bayonets!"

Feng Tiankui roared hoarsely, his eyes bloodshot and full of regret, as he prepared for the final hand-to-hand combat.

At this critical moment!

Deafening explosions and dense gunfire suddenly erupted from the rear of the japanese encirclement!

Immediately after, a familiar, heavy engine roar that brought them peace of mind was heard.

"That tank Assault Team—Boss Lu has come to save us~~" a sharp-eyed soldier pointed to the rear and exclaimed.

Luo Jialie shouted to the surrounding Friendly Forces with all his might, "Brothers, hold on, reinforcements are here!"

Soon, eighteen type 80 tanks, trailing thick smoke, broke through the japanese encirclement.

They appeared before the officers and soldiers of the 87th and 88th Divisions with an unstoppable momentum; wherever they went, the japanese were ruthlessly crushed.

"It's tanks! Our tanks!" The soldiers in despair broke into unbelievable cheers.

At the same time, hundreds of off-road motorcycles emerged like ghosts from both sides of the tanks at high speed.

The submachine guns and light machine guns in their hands spat lethal tongues of fire, accurately strafing the japanese who were trying to organize a counterattack.

Their speed was extremely fast, and their tactical movements were clean and efficient, like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

"It's Boss Lu, he... he's back!" Luo Jialie was almost in tears, the excitement of surviving a desperate situation making him tremble all over.

"Everyone! Toward the sound of the guns! Break out!" Feng Tiankui shouted at the top of his lungs.

Lu Fan did not rush to the front; he and Ah Fu hid on a slightly elevated ruin.

Calmly observing the overall situation, he continuously issued orders through the walkie-talkie:

"Li Zhenshan! The penetration depth is sufficient. Deploy the tank formation and support the Friendly Forces."

"Feng Hanqing, left wing at three o'clock, a japanese squad is flanking us. Sniper team, take them out!"

"Jin Biao, there's a japanese sniper in the ruins on the right. Send someone to clear them out!"

"Li Zhenshan, fire! Full firepower! Suppress the enemy assembly point directly ahead!"

The Security Team's attack was like a pack of tigers descending from a mountain, instantly disrupting the japanese deployment.

The tank assault wove through the japanese positions uncontrollably, while the motorcycle team's mobile sweep was efficient and lethal.

Soon, a gap was forced open.

Under the cover of Feng Hanqing's long-range sniper rifle, Bai Jinbiao successfully established a blocking position.

"Quick! Retreat!"

Feng Tiankui and the officers of the Friendly Forces commanded the remnants to retreat quickly.

The japanese Commander was furious and was about to mobilize infantry guns to pour fire onto the blocking position in an attempt to close the encirclement again.

At that moment, a high-explosive shell exploded in the command post, accompanied by a rising red umbrella-shaped cloud, ending their journey on this earth.

"Damn! The little japanese guns were quite tough; let's see if you die this time," Li Zhenshan cursed inside the jolting tank.

He drove the tank over the bombed japanese command post, using the machine gun and main cannon to mow down every standing japanese.

"Retreat!" Seeing that the Friendly Forces had safely escaped, Lu Fan gave the order decisively.

The Security Team provided alternating cover while the tanks brought up the rear, beginning an orderly retreat.

The little japanese tried to pursue, but were blocked by the Security Team's accurate fire and the threat of the tanks.

They could only watch helplessly as this suddenly appearing mysterious force covered their targets and vanished into the ruins.