The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard-Chapter 424 - 423

"Don’t move! No one is allowed to fire without my order!"

Mao Niu’s voice once again burst through the earpiece, and Ye Tian knew that this was the moment when things were most likely to go wrong. A whole bunch of battle-hardened young men watching an elderly man from their own country, an elderly man old enough to be their grandfather, being beaten with the butt of a gun by a brute—it was unbearable for anyone to witness!

Soldiers take obeying orders as their sacred duty.

No one knows which military predecessor first said this, but it has been passed down for thousands of years. From the ages of cold weapons like swords, bows, and crossbows, to this high-tech era of electronic technology and missiles flying everywhere, this phrase has always been adhered to as the first principle by all soldiers. And similarly, it is followed by the soldiers in this remote border outpost.

Everyone has their emotions, but in the face of discipline, those feelings must be put aside.

Ye Tian looked at the soldiers spread out in combat formation at the bottom of the hollow, and the Essence Qi of battle, long absent, surged back within him. A tiger-wolf force should possess the fierceness of tigers and wolves, but more importantly, it must maintain strong discipline.

This is the vanguard.

The few who arrived here first were scouts. Even though they were carrying guns and holding hostages, their brazen intrusion suggested that even an officer could tell something was amiss. It’s one thing to be at the border line, but this was way too arrogant!

As expected, after reaching the path that ran east-west at the foot of the mountain, the gun-toting drug traffickers stopped. They looked around; one of them even had binoculars hanging on his chest. When he used the binoculars to look in Ye Tian’s direction, Ye Tian suddenly felt a cold sweat break out over his body.

Could it be that he actually noticed something?

The drug trafficker who was randomly scanning the area with his binoculars lingered for a long time when looking toward Ye Tian, putting them down and picking them up again, observing several times in Ye Tian’s direction, until finally, he was pulled by his companion and they stopped. They took out a handheld phone from the companion’s backpack.

Damn, that’s a satellite phone! Where did they get that from!

It seemed that everyone began to realize, as in the past, those cross-border drug traffickers or saboteurs would at most carry a one or two short-range communicators, but this time they even had satellite phones. Had they upgraded their arsenal?

Everyone began to understand why the platoon leader was selective about who to bring with them. This time, it might truly be a fight to the death. There’s only one life to live, and bullets do not discriminate - no one knows who will be struck.

Silently, everyone began to place their last hope on the gun in their hands. Other than their own luck, the only thing that could save their lives was the gun they held.

After the underboss hung up the phone, it took nearly five minutes for some activity to come from the valley behind. Judging by the sound, there were definitely a significant number of people. During these nearly five minutes, Ye Tian personally witnessed a Tibetan elder with a bloody head being frozen to death by ice and snow. He curled up, and the cold slowly immobilized his whole body.

No one spoke. At this time, radios were to be kept silent to avoid detection by the enemy’s reconnaissance personnel. But Ye Tian knew that even without the silence, the earphones would definitely remain quiet; no one would chatter at such a moment.

It was a camel caravan.

A large group of camels came over from the valley, with open bags hanging on their backs, heavily on both sides of the camel’s body. The camels chewed on straw in their mouths, leisurely walking on the ice, their thick nostrils puffing out heavy white breaths, with their long eyelashes fluttering, unhurried and casual. The feet of these camels were all wrapped in white cloth to prevent slipping.

Using camels in the snow is not very effective. It’s true that camels have good endurance, but walking in icy and snowy conditions is not their strong suit. Ye Tian had seen camel bones left from the construction of roads in the 1950s back in Mongolia. At that time, roads were built, and transportation was lagging, so camels were used. Camels would die en masse in winter and then be thrown directly on both sides of the road. Over time, both sides of that road became lined with camel bones, and consequently, that road was also called Camel Road.

There were ten camels in total, divided into two groups, with a few people wearing sunglasses intermingled between the front and rear groups, who appeared to be the leaders judging by their attire and entourage.

The sniper rifle nearby began to aim. From the corner of his eye, Ye Tian saw Wolf already pointing his gun at the boss in the middle. As soon as Mao Niu gave the order, that person’s head would be immediately smashed by a Remington bullet.

Ye Tian had a nagging feeling that something was not right, but he said nothing, silently switching his Type 81 to single-shot mode, then started to carefully search for his target. No matter what, a group of drug traffickers, no matter how well-equipped, were unlikely to be a match for well-trained reconnaissance soldiers, especially not for a reconnaissance soldier unit that had been battling year-round. It wasn’t going to be so easy for a few traffickers to take them down. What made him uneasy was the bodyguard-like figure standing behind the leader, whose presence seemed far more dangerous than the others.

Ye Tian was the only one who noticed this danger signal.

The camel caravan slowly made its way into the valley and gradually entered the encirclement. Over the earphone, Mao Niu’s gruff voice sounded, "Mountain Cat, go close up."

Mountain Cat was a code name, as well as a whisper code.

Ye Tian’s position was special, allowing him to oversee the entire situation, and he was quite pleased with the location chosen by Wolf, even secretly praising it in his mind. He saw the leading drug trafficker, shoving forward the old man carrying the drugs. A single mistake by one person could lead to a chain of errors by others. This was an excellent opportunity.

Just as Mao Niu was about to give the order to fire, the camel caravan suddenly halted its advance. Ye Tian saw the bodyguard in the middle of the caravan say a few words to the leader, and then the leader immediately panicked and commanded the caravan to start retreating. Mao Niu made a decisive command, "Fire!"

Instantly, light machine guns, high-speed rifles, and pistols joined the fray. As expected, Wolf’s first shot targeted the sunglass-wearing leader, but surprisingly, his shot missed the target.

The troublemaker was indeed the bodyguard.

The man was not tall, as one could tell by comparison, being a head shorter than the leader. It was he who had pulled the drug lord away a moment before, causing the bullet that should have hit the leader’s head to strike a subordinate behind him instead. Wolf made no movements, still calmly maintaining his previous posture, eyes glued to the scope while silently calculating the distance between them and various factors that could affect the accuracy of the shot.