Wings of Country

Luo Feng never thought that he would be on the battlefield again in this life. Three years after he retired, he worked as a security consultant in Africa for two years. My life was ordinary - reinforcing the barbed wire fence, training local security guards, and occasionally going to the city to pick up a cart of supplies. Until that afternoon, gunfire rang out across the city. Military coup. The government troops fled, and the rebels took advantage of the chaos to attack the city. The motherland, hundreds of kilometers away, is organizing the evacuation of its citizens, but it will take twenty days for the nearest warship to arrive. Twenty days. There were eight hundred compatriots in the camp - engineers, workers, cooks, doctors. There was no army, no heavy weapons, just a circle of iron fence, and seven people. Luo Feng, retired from the reconnaissance company, has an old knee injury. Lao Mao, a former armed policeman, worked as a sniper. Monkey, twenty-four years old, a communications soldier, loves to laugh. Iron Bull, engineer, can play with explosives. Scholars, college students and soldiers, as careful as hair. The doctor came from a field hospital and never let people die in front of her. Lao Dao, who has been here for ten years, is slick but reliable. Seven men, twenty guns, to save 800 lives. The enemy is coming. Once, twice, three times. Fight during the day and also at night. Some were injured, some fell, but no one backed away. They asked: Is it possible to wait? Luo Feng looked in the direction of the sea: I can wait. Because that's the boat home.