The vehicle moved silently through the night; the headlights and engine noise could easily make them a target.
On a battlefield of modern weaponry, enemies are often unseen, yet it’s enough for them to make you a target. Unlike the bows and crossbows she was familiar with, these weapons had far greater destructive power.
The speed of the vehicle increased.
The vehicles behind also imdiately sped up to follow.
The only relief was that this section was still an asphalt road, so there was no worry about landmines.
Ti passed by second by second, and the stretch of road along the border grew shorter and shorter, halfway, two-thirds; they were about to leave the dangerous area of the border.
Just as everyone’s tense nerves were about to relax, Ling Chengyan suddenly raised her gun and fired outside the car window.
The gunshot shattered the silence, and the people inside the vehicle only took a few seconds to react before they also started firing.
Amidst the gunfire, a series of sudden explosions erupted—Ma Dajun was dumbfounded, he had been on countless trips with his master, assisting with vehicle maintenance, and he had never noticed when his master prepared grenades.
As the gunfire faded, the convoy passed through the ambush site, taking a side road and leaving the border highway.
After driving for about ten minutes away from the dangerous zone, Ling Chengyan signaled with the headlights for the convoy to pull over.
Ma Dajun jumped out of the vehicle eagerly, chasing after his master to ask, "Master, are we going back to clean up the battlefield? You were so valiant just now, you must have hit several, I want to count them so I can report your accomplishnts later!"
Ling Chengyan gave him a sidelong glance and said coolly, "Check the convoy for casualties."
Cleaning up the battlefield? Was the kid foolishly inspired by tales? Their mission this trip was to transport wounded soldiers, the priority was to do their utmost to transfer the wounded to the rear hospital for treatnt as soon as possible.
And he still thought about claiming credit? Wasn’t he afraid of getting caught in trouble?
Ling Chengyan didn’t voice these thoughts, but Ma Dajun could clearly sense his master’s displeasure, and he shut his mouth sulkily.
After inspection, all vehicles successfully passed through; one escorting soldier was hit by a stray bullet, but it wasn’t a critical injury, and the dical personnel on board had already done so basic bandaging.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the convoy set out again. This ti, they did not encounter further attacks, and two hours later, they arrived at the rear hospital.
With the morning sun rising, the wounded were carried out and sent into the hospital. The injured soldier also received further treatnt before rejoining his unit at the frontline command post.
The convoy returned with another batch of dical supplies and pharmaceuticals. After unloading, there were no special missions, so the convoy left the command post after a brief rest.
They returned to the Southern Military Region, transporting materials and wounded to and from the front lines, and carried out two special missions later, delivering supplies and picking up wounded soldiers.
Busy every day, ti flew by, and in the blink of an eye, the sumr had passed, welcoming autumn.
In October, Huicheng should be in the harvest season, with clear skies and refreshing autumn breeze, yet the southern frontlines still remained hot, lacking any sign of coolness.
They rarely got a half-day off, so Zhang Wanxiang and others planned to play a basketball ga and ca to invite Ling Chengyan.
"I’m not joining in, you guys go ahead." Ling Chengyan declined directly.
The previous basketball match was due to orders, she had no choice but to play; without orders, she wouldn’t indulge in bullying civilians.
Ma Dajun wanted to join but was deed unsuitable, eventually getting assigned as a substitute after much persistence.
Ma Dajun was quite excited, shalessly asking Ling Chengyan to back him up, and even went out of his way to buy two large cups of sugarcane juice as a treat.
The south is a major sugarcane-producing area, and autumn is the harvest season. With more troops stationed, there were more small vendors on the streets, selling sugarcane and making fresh juice. They offered free juicing if you bought sugarcane, turning two cents worth of sugarcane into two large cups.
Ling Chengyan quite liked fresh sugarcane juice, as it wasn’t overly sweet, rather mild and refreshing, very tasty.
As ti passed, another year was drawing to an end, and street vendors were becoming more frequent.
Many farrs from the suburbs would bring their self-grown fruits and vegetables into town to sell along the streets. There were also simple food stalls out for business, and people selling electronic watches and lighters, those novelty items, with few fixed stalls and many itinerant vendors.
Ma Dajun sipped on a cup of sugarcane juice and suddenly remarked, "Back ho it should be harvest ti, the leaves ought to be turning yellow..."
Ling Chengyan glanced at him, "Feeling hosick?"
"Hehe..." Ma Dajun scratched his head bashfully and smiled, "We’ve been out for over three months."
Ling Chengyan shook her head with a smile and turned to watch the ga.
Back when they were called to the convoy, no tifra for return was specified. But recently, our side had captured several positions, advancing several hilltops in the defensive line... The other side had suffered notable losses, and the war situation had temporarily eased; the supplies sent up were fewer, and the wounded brought down were noticeably less.
Additionally, frontline units rotated every three months, and they had already seen off two groups of people, so Ling Chengyan figured that their replacent ti wouldn’t be too far off.
She wasn’t wrong. Ten days later, they received orders that a new convoy was coming to take over, and they were to withdraw.
At the end of October, with sugarcane abundant, and many fruits like bananas and mangoes in harvest, Ling Chengyan and her team planned to buy so local fruits to bring ho for their families to try.
They didn’t have a specific agenda when buying fruits, stopping by roadside orchards to buy so as they drove back.
Buying directly from orchards, not only were the prices cheap, but the quality of the fruits was also reliable.
Ready to go ho, everyone was quite happy, but little did they expect to encounter sothing before leaving Gu Province.
That day, they passed by a grapefruit orchard, observing farrs harvesting large, golden-skinned grapefruits. Such things weren’t found in the north, so they decided to stop and buy so to take along.
Though driving several vehicles, they weren’t wholesalers, just military vehicles passing by, buying so grapefruit for personal consumption.
The farrs were quite courteous, going back to consult with the production team leader before agreeing to sell them so.
Grapefruit not only had delicious fruit, but the leaves and peel had a unique aroma. Ma Dajun, Zhang Wanxiang, and a group of northern young n found it novel, and while waiting, they negotiated with the farrs to help pick fruit in the orchard, learning to select good grapefruits themselves in the process.
With about twenty young n helping out for free, the farrs were more than happy, actively teaching them how to choose grapefruits and even slicing so for them to taste.
Eating grapefruit, chatting casually, the atmosphere was quite pleasant, until two more trucks arrived, and the people alighting from them changed their expressions upon seeing so many large trucks.
"How can you sell your grapefruits privately? They must be handed over to the purchasing station, otherwise, it’s a violation of the policy..."
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