[I Cannot Love You] (July 8th) [Author: Cruel and Tender]

Author: Cruel and Gentle
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Chapter Seven: The Dock

Country Y is relatively close to the United States, but it is one of the poorer oil-producing countries in the Middle East. This is due to long-term political
instability , rampant anti-government armed forces, and multiple forces vying for power and infiltrating each other, making it very complex.

The airport is for both military and civilian use, and is staffed with heavily armed soldiers. It is said that anti-government armed forces often approach
the airport under cover of darkness and shell the airport's military warehouses and facilities. They withdraw to a safe distance at dawn, so except for a few flights,
most dare not fly at night. Most of the passengers on our flight were Chinese, mainly employees of local Chinese companies. There
were also two Hong Kong people, who also seemed to be employed by Chinese companies. Minyi and I observed quietly, and everything seemed normal.

When we got off the plane, we heard The sporadic gunfire sounded more like the defending troops firing randomly to bolster their courage
… Several tanks and armored vehicles were parked on the outer edge of the runway.

Our mission was secret, without any official knowledge or support. We held a brief meeting at
the headquarters Zhang, Minyi, and I repeatedly discussed the mission details, assigned
tasks, and reiterated discipline, especially the rule against capture, to avoid giving unfriendly forces in this complex country an excuse.
We would not intervene in military conflict, using only the minimum force necessary to complete the mission.

Our meeting with Colonel Youssef, our military liaison, was secret. Youssef had been trained in China and spoke
fluent Chinese, so communication was not a problem. Suf was anxious throughout, as the infiltration of the government forces by the anti-government forces was
severe , and he often felt uncertain about how many subordinates he could truly trust.

The merchant ship was scheduled to arrive in port tomorrow afternoon. Based on everyone's discussion, they decided to try to arrive during the day, as this would allow them
to control the anti-government forces' heavy artillery range from covering the port and transport routes. At night, however, the situation was much more uncertain;
guerrillas could potentially slip through the government forces' loose defenses and enter dangerous areas from all directions…

Much of the equipment was disassembled during loading and would ultimately be reassembled at the destination—the
headquarters of the government forces' elite Capital Division—under the guidance of relevant technical personnel. The technical personnel had already arrived, ostensibly as construction
workers Yi entered the barracks.

A stark reality was that, according to the confession of an anti-government officer they had previously captured unexpectedly,
the guerrillas had already learned of the cargo ship's arrival at the port and had a plan to sabotage it. Our
analysis suggested three possibilities: external shelling, small-scale infiltration and sabotage, and sabotage by an inside agent.

Da Zhang and I spent two hours carefully surveying the port. The port management here
was nothing like that of China; it was utterly chaotic. Personnel were basically not registered, and no one
knew who had infiltrated. The port lacked automated loading and unloading equipment, only simple equipment; the rest was largely manual.
It seemed that loading and unloading would take at least three hours. Four hours. From the port to the Capital Division's headquarters,
it's about an hour and a half along the coastal
highway

in the western suburbs of N City. Equipment assembly and testing might take even longer, at least a whole night. Working backwards, to ensure arrival at the Capital Division's headquarters before dark, we needed to be in port by at least 11:00 AM. At our suggestion, a restricted area was established in the port area that evening, taken over by the military, with no unauthorized
personnel in or out. Due to distrust of the workers, loading and unloading were done by Capital Division soldiers.

Establishing the restricted area took a long time; it wasn't cleared even after lunch. We were speechless at the efficiency of the black guys,
but the main reason was that there was a cargo ship at the berth. Each person hauled away a dismantled container, which delayed us by two hours
.

That night, Da Zhang and I directed the enemy's engineers to conduct a comprehensive survey of the site. We checked and carried out preventative clearing of all points within the firing range
. Da Zhang and I were constantly thinking in reverse: if we were to
carry out sabotage, where would be the best and most concealed location?

Once everything was ready, we stood on the beach watching the exotic sunset. The orange-red sunset, the azure sea,
the distant blue coastline, the gradually yellowing sand and desert—the colors were distinct.
I'd never seen such a view back home. I felt quite relaxed, even though there were many problems. With a little effort tomorrow, everything would be finished within 3-4 hours
. Da Zhang and Minyi volunteered for the other intelligence gathering and reconnaissance work. There were many of our
people here, so obtaining valuable clues wouldn't be difficult. As a newbie, I was definitely going to be the one doing the physical labor.

It gets light very early here, probably because of the dry, cloudless weather; the sun was already bright early in the morning.

The merchant ship arrived in port on time around 10 a.m. Yusuf and his soldiers had just finished setting up the perimeter. Zhang and I
were dressed in ordinary work clothes, armed only with a pistol for self-defense. According to our division of labor, I oversaw
the site while he directed the hoisting.

The first container was quickly hoisted and loaded onto the truck. Except for a few sporadic cannon shots in the distance, everything seemed normal.
The monitoring drone flew aimlessly through the air. Minyi broadcast a report every 10 minutes through the microphone:
everything was normal…

The sun was blazing, and the guards began changing shifts more frequently, those on duty looking listless from the heat. Suddenly,
the drone ascended, and Minyi's urgent voice came through the microphone: “Watch out for a ship at 2 o'clock!
There might be trouble!”

I quickly pulled out my phone and saw the drone's feed showing 18 or
19 people disembarking from a ship at a distant berth. The focus zoomed in—the problem was serious; they were all armed personnel, carrying RPGs. "Damn it! Yesterday we were only
thinking about clearing the shore and preventing a land attack, we didn't expect the rebels to have ambushed armed personnel on the ships.

" Yusuf had just sent out the notification via walkie-talkie when gunfire erupted. The nearest defensive line was indefensible, and
the government troops were fighting and retreating, but their rear was lined with containers, making them easy targets for the rebels. They
fell , and the workers on site were either dead or had fled. The rebels were only two containers away from where the trucks were parked.

Those lazybones! They didn't set up roadblocks or sandbag fortifications in the open area yesterday. Now everyone was facing
the enemy head-on, and could only take cover to the side. The rebels were much more fearless than the government troops, and they slowly charged up the shore.

The rebels quickly entered the container area, and a stalemate ensued. Lacking cover, they were merely
exchanging sniper fire from a distance of several dozen meters.

However, the rebels could afford to wait, but we couldn't. We were now unable to carry out the lifting operations normally. If it wasn't completed before
dark , the guerrillas would take over after nightfall; who knew how many guerrillas would suddenly
appear from all directions?

Yusuf patted my shoulder, gave a wry smile, and told me he had two pieces of good news and two pieces of bad news… The good news
was that a nearby unit could provide reinforcements; the bad news was that it wasn't a regular combat unit, but an internal affairs unit
… The good news was that this unit had an armored infantry fighting vehicle; the bad news was that it was a police infantry fighting vehicle…

Actually, I felt Yusuf was quite indifferent. I've dealt with people from countries like this before; they're the kind who are extremely
fatalistic . Whether the task succeeds or fails doesn't affect their enjoyment of life, especially
officers of his rank. Victory or defeat truly doesn't matter to them, since they have powerful backers.

Chapter 8 Fierce Battle/Wounded

"How long until reinforcements arrive?" I couldn't get anything of value from Yusuf anymore, so I asked
Min-yi.

Min-yi was silent for a moment, "It looks like at least 20 minutes." I checked my watch; it was almost 1 a.m.
If we couldn't eliminate these rebels quickly, the convoy's departure time would be delayed until after dark, greatly increasing the probability of
an ambush .

Due to the lack of suitable cover and arrangements, the weak government forces were in chaos, fighting and retreating. Once the rebels
broke through the defenses in front of the containers, the government forces would definitely collapse, and the rebels would use this opportunity to destroy
the convoy , and today's mission would fail.

It seemed the government forces couldn't hold out for 20 minutes. If we didn't take the initiative, it looked like we could only wait for defeat.

"Min-yi, can I support them?" My palms were sweating.

A few seconds of silence. "According to regulations, it's not allowed. Force can only be used for self-defense," Min-yi's answer was very hesitant.

Never mind, I'll just treat it as self-defense. The close-quarters combat at the dock warehouse was a familiar training exercise; it might not be enough to annihilate
the enemy , but it was sufficient to slow down light infantry. I picked up a helmet and their
AK from a nearby soldier.

The rebels began firing at the drones, which could only rise and dodge. I used the large, shaky screen on my phone to determine
the enemy's position. Thankfully, it was only about one and a half container widths, meaning there were still people ahead. I peeked out from the side,
fired , threw grenades, and flashed back—eight seconds. In the intense fire, both sides were locked in a fierce stalemate, the enemy constantly
advancing, the closing distance continuously decreasing.

Reinforcements finally arrived. The leading officer's clothes were bulging—wait, it was a woman? I didn't have time for pleasantries;
I quickly explained to her that her men had been relieved, and government soldiers boarded the vehicles, leading the infantry in the charge. The female officer
seemed a little confused. I snatched the submachine gun from her hands, indicating that it was a toy.

The infantry fighting vehicle charged forward, and the rebels retreated in disarray. Wait, why weren't there any infantry following
the charge or providing flank protection to suppress the enemy fire? I turned to look for Yusuf, but he was already hidden behind.

Sure enough, the lone infantry fighting vehicle became the focus of enemy fire. The first rocket missed,
whistling towards me. I shoved the stunned female officer next to me down, put my helmet
on her, and quickly bent forward. It was too late. The second rocket hit the lightly armored vehicle,
almost flipping it over. The situation seemed to be turning against us.

I darted out from the side, fired all the bullets in the magazine in one go, and shouted to Yusuf, "
Charge !"... Seeing that the rebel fire had subsided, the government soldiers began to charge in a fan formation... At that moment,
I felt like a war hero.

Victory was in sight when suddenly a grenade bounced off the tank roof and landed to my left front. I couldn't dodge in time, and
just as I hit the ground, the explosion and the sound wave quickly engulfed my left ear and my entire body. A sharp pain and dizziness washed over me. I
struggled on the ground to keep from passing out, clutching my 1911 pistol tightly with my still-functioning right hand. The
female officer's panicked face, Yusuf slapping my face to make me hold on, flashed by like a montage until Da Zhang
appeared before me. My tense nerves and vigilance suddenly relaxed, and I completely passed out.

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I was constantly tormented by nightmares from which I couldn't wake up. In my dreams, I even felt myself being interrogated and tortured,
constantly being questioned by people I knew and didn't know. I couldn't hear their questions, but I didn't want to answer, nor
could I , because I realized I didn't even have the ability to speak. The remaining vestiges of consciousness told me this wasn't
real, but just my fear. The fear of being captured lingered in my mind, yet I couldn't recall any details of the battle
that had just taken place.

I woke up late one night in a private hospital room. I felt like I was covered in tubes, like a dying person.
The room lights were on, thankfully not too bright, and two security cameras in the corners facing me were flashing red. I
tried to move my body; apart from the excruciating pain in my head and left upper arm, everything else seemed normal. Every
now and then , a nurse would come in to check on me. After seeing that I was awake, several doctors came over. They surrounded me
and chatted for a while, one of them reassuring me in English, which I could barely understand, that my injuries weren't serious. I realized this was
a military hospital; the doctors and nurses were all in uniform, and there were fully armed soldiers outside my door. Judging from their uniforms, I hadn't
fallen into the hands of the rebels, and I felt a little relieved.

I had many injuries, but thankfully none were too serious. Besides an abrasion on the left side of my head near my ear, a concussion, and a
muscle sprain in my shoulder and neck, the most serious injury was the penetrating shrapnel wound to my left arm, but thankfully, it didn't damage any major nerves or blood vessels.

The day after I woke up, Da Zhang came to see me; he and Min Yi were about to return to China. According to the discussions between my comrades
and the hospital, I will be discharged and return home in three days. Da Zhang looked somewhat grave; aside from comforting me and telling me
to rest, he didn't say much more. In this place under constant surveillance, I couldn't ask many questions or express
anything , but I felt a little frustrated.

Until I fully recover, I will remain in the military hospital and cannot move around freely. Fortunately, the ward has a semi-closed...
I often stayed on the small balcony, watching the desert sunrises and sunsets and the starry sky,
feeling like I was on another planet.

I've been trying hard to recall what happened that day. From what Da Zhang told me, the mission should have been completed.
But I had broken discipline, participated in the conflict, directly intervened in military operations, and was even injured. I was
definitely in the wrong, but what kind of punishment would I receive? Thinking about it gave me a headache. Luckily, I'm lucky; my injuries weren't fatal, and
I'll fully recover.

Of course, how things unfolded a few years later proved that all my efforts, which almost cost me my life, were in vain,
but that's another story…

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