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Chang Hong, the reconnaissance company of the C theater, suddenly received an order to be transferred to the deputy section chief of the friendly forces reconnaissance section. On the evening of the second day after Lao Hong left, the battle to defend the main peak began. The dense sound of artillery reflected half of the sky red, and the harsh sound of artillery shelling seemed to be exploding right in front of him, and his body was shaking with the earth. As soon as the bombardment stopped, Deputy Company Commander Jingang Yi received two calls: one was reporting the enemy situation. The friendly forces took over the defensive position that day and suffered a heavy loss. The enemy's special forces found the white shirts neatly arranged at the front and judged that they had just come up. They fired a salvo of artillery fire. In just a few minutes, the friendly forces lost a platoon. The second phone call obviously didn't bring him any good news. Full of indignation, he shouted to correspondent Fang Hai to inform the cadres to come to his room for a meeting.

Saturday, June 27, 1976. That morning, as soon as Lieutenant Colonel Mike of the Israeli Special Forces got up, he said to his wife Rutha easily: "Dad has been gracious and agreed that I will take you and our son to the Bund for vacation." Rutha couldn't believe what her husband said. After being married for more than ten years, my husband, who works in a special forces brigade, spends whole months at the Polipo base in the suburbs, always preparing for sudden attacks by hostile countries. Even when he returns home occasionally, he leaves in a hurry. Lusha has repeatedly mobilized her adoptive father and Mike's immediate boss, General Atton, to come forward and want to transfer Mike to work in the Ministry of National Defense. But Mike said he would rather get divorced than give up the special forces. Lu Sha got angry once and left without showing any signs of weakness. She said that she would leave if she didn't leave. She was a bed bug.

In July 1984, the Laoshan area on the China-Z border. There are many mountains here, shrouded in thick fog, and steaming clouds. It is as beautiful and magnificent as the devil world in film and television works. However, the forward positions that the enemy and we have repeatedly fought for are filled with smoke and artillery fire. The Chinese and Z armies are fighting to the death and are inseparable. Some hot spots were reduced by two or three meters by the continuous and protracted artillery fire. If you grab a piece of scorched earth on the high ground, you will find more than a dozen pieces of shrapnel in it. On this day, Hong Tie, the commander of a certain reconnaissance company who went to the Laoshan front line from somewhere in the Central Plains, received an order from the intelligence office of the frontline headquarters as soon as he got off the car: "Take your company to the Laoshan flank border town immediately. Organize reconnaissance into the enemy, try to remove the Z Army special agent team observation command post at 844 heights, intercept the "311 action plan", and resolutely combat the arrogance of the Z Army special agent team."

The second Saturday in October 1969 was the "Black Weekend" of the US Air Force's invasion of Vietnam: only 9 of the 28 bombers that took off from the base returned, and the rest were shot down by the Viet Cong. Late that night, the Viet Cong sarcastically said on the TV station: "Another 13 American flying heroes have joined the ranks of prisoners of war. So far, the number of American pilots captured by our military and civilians has reached 256." The U. S. Department of Defense was furious and asked General Allen, the commander of the special forces - the "Green Berets": "You are equipped with the best equipment in the world and enjoy the best treatment, but you allowed American fighter planes to penetrate North Vietnam's air defense network. What do you do for food?"