1993, autumn.

Dabie Mountains, Xiakeling.

This is an almost forgotten mountain with rugged rocks, trees and overgrown weeds. Although it is not too far from the city, almost no one has stepped on it except a small quarry.

If you really want to say that there is any difference in this mountain, it is its name, which is said to be a mountain named after Xu Xiake.

But at ten o'clock this morning, this mountain, which was almost untouched, was surrounded by thousands of fully armed soldiers. One military vehicle after another caused riots throughout the city, and speculated about what happened in Xiakeling.

"Listen! This is not only a task of rescuing hostages, but also an extremely serious political task!" At the foot of the mountain, an officer carrying the rank of colonel on his shoulder looked like lightning, and he waved his right hand and smashed it down hard and let out a low roar: "No matter what method you use, I must rescue the child intact for me."

Standing in front of the colonel was a famous special forces in the country: black berets.

There are not many black berets, only hundreds of people. However, they are experienced in many battles, proficient in various combat terrain, and completed countless tasks. They can be called the real tiger and wolf army.

"Make sure to complete the task!" Hundreds of majestic voices sounded in unison, revealing a ferocious and solemn sense of murder.

The colonel did not nod. He swept across the faces of hundreds of elites with his lightning-like eyes, stretched out a finger, and gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "I want to live, I want that child to stand intact and alive in front of me. This is my only request from you, and it is also a plea! Please! Please!!"

The black beret no longer spoke, and quickly changed from neatly lined up to combat groups moving towards the mountains.

Next to him was a middle-aged man with an old face. Although he was dressed in particular, his wrinkles on his face reflected him like a twilight year. His eyes were filled with complex gazes of despair and hope, and his hands were trembling gently.

Sun Honglie pursed his lips, walked over and grabbed the middle-aged man's trembling right hand, and smiled relaxedly, "Old Xiao, don't worry, we will definitely rescue the child. It's intact, I promise!"

This comfort did not play much role, even if the middle-aged man saw the most elite troops coming to rescue him with his own eyes. It was not that he didn't believe it, but that he was too scared that the kidnapped child was his only son. If this son died, he didn't know whether he would go crazy.

The middle-aged man was trembling, his lips buzzing desperately. But after a long time of buzzing, he didn't say a word. His knees softened and he knelt straight towards Sun Honglie.

"Chief, you must save my son, even if he has broken arms and legs. As long as he can live, he can live!" The middle-aged man's eyes were full of tears. He grabbed Sun Honglie's pants tightly, and begged as if he was holding a life-saving straw: "This son is the only blood of our Xiao family. If he dies in the Aggression, the child will definitely not be able to survive. Please save my son, me, me..."

The middle-aged man bent down hard and buzzed his head heavily on the stone-filled mountain.

However, before the head was pulled down, Sun Honglie pulled it up to stop his helpless action.

Sun Honglie's eyes turned red. He understood how heavy a man's knees were, especially Xiao Hongjun, who was only middle-aged but looked extremely old.

"Chief," Xiao Hongjun sniffed deeply, grabbed Sun Honglie's shoulder tightly and said, "My eldest son died in the northwest border, my second son died at the border guard checkpoint, my third son died in flood control, my fourth son exchanged his life for a car of people. I have this son left, I only have this son left..."

Sun Honglie's eyes were wet. He reached out to hold Xiao Hongjun's arms, grabbed them tightly, tightly...

Xiao Hongjun, born in 1955, was born in 1955. His father Xiao Yuanzheng joined the Myanmar Expeditionary Force in 1942. After the troops were disbanded, they returned to China by luck and were incorporated into the Eighth Route Army. Later, they participated in the War of Liberation, the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea, and were a first-class combat hero.

Xiao Hongjun was born in a military family and was born brave and fierce. At the age of 18, he got married and had children under the forced force of his father. At the age of 24, he secretly left his wife and children to participate in the first round of the Vietnamese self-defense counterattack, and recovered seriously. Although he had recovered, he was unmatched in the first round of the battle. He once shaved his head, drank bloody wine, and infiltrated the enemy's rear and snatched Vietnamese agents, tied his head and laughed.

Xiao Hongjun has five sons: the eldest son Xiao Jiefang died in the northwest border; the second son Xiao Zhonghua died in the southwest border checkpoint; the third son Xiao Hongxing died in the flood control and rescue, and the fourth son Xiao Xiangqian used his body to resist the passenger car tires that slowly slid down to the cliff in order to save a car; the fifth son Xiao Yuanchao was only six years old, but today he was taken away by a vicious criminal as a hostage.

When the first son died, Xiao Hongjun said to his son's ashes: It's worth it for the country!

When the second son died, Xiao Hongjun said to his son's ashes: Son, good!

When the third son died, Xiao Hongjun touched his son's urn and said: How should I explain to your mother?

When the fourth son died, Xiao Hongjun just hugged the urn and talked to himself, and no one could hear what he said.

In seven years, four sons died one after another. Four heroes of one family brought them the supreme glory of the Xiao family, but the Xiao Hongjun and his wife lived in seclusion from then on, watching their only son. The last remaining son was their life, and they could still survive.

A man who once was domineering on the battlefield, a tough guy who sent four sons away in a row, cried, knelt down and begged. He could not lose it anymore, he could not bear it.

"Teacher Commander, phone number!" A soldier ran over and handed the wireless phone to Sun Honglie.

After receiving the call, Sun Honglie immediately stood at the scene, with a serious face and whispered to the phone: "Please rest assured, Chief, I will definitely rescue Xiao Yuanchao intact! If there is a hair missing, I, Sun Honglie, immediately slaughtered this, and I, said it will do my best!"

After hanging up the phone, Sun Honglie grabbed Xiao Hongjun's arm again and gritted his teeth and said, "Old Xiao, leave it to me. I, Sun Honglie, will definitely give you a lively son."

After saying that, Sun Honglie, as the division commander, directly picked up a gun and took the guard beside him to the Xiakeling.

Xiao Hongjun, who was no longer a tough guy, sat on the ground, constantly wiping his eyes at Xiakeling. At this moment, he was an ordinary father who could not be more ordinary.

At eleven o'clock, the hostage rescue mission was still not completed because the bandit was too cunning. Not only was he cunning, he also had the ability to scratch his head against reconnaissance, and he could not find any trace of him, and he could not even find a footprint.

The phone calls came one by one, all of which were called by the superiors themselves. This incident even alarmed the four headquarters and issued a death order: Xiao Yuanchao must be safely rescued within two hours!

The name of the six-year-old Xiao Yuanchao is presented to leaders at all levels, involving everyone's hearts. They are willing to pay any price to save the child.

All four sons died heroically, the motherland could not bear it, the people could not bear it, and the parents could not bear to lose their last child.

As long as the child can be brought back to his mother's arms, let the child fall asleep soundly in his mother's arms, and let the child's father laugh out loud again, even if he pays the price of bleeding, he will be willing to do so.
Chapter completed!