The temperature has reached 32 degrees. Although country W has mountainous areas with an altitude of more than 4,000 meters, it also has plains.
The camp is in the plains.
Just as Li Zheng and his convoy drove into the Army Special Forces base, in another camp less than three kilometers away from them, Sergeant Jason and Second Lieutenant Hughes were sitting in a camp surrounded by sandbags and camouflage nets.
Enjoy the shade in a semi-open awning.
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They asked the anti-terrorism team to build two semi-beds for them out of wooden boards, similar to beach chairs, and placed a simple handmade wooden table in the middle. On the table was an old-fashioned cassette player, which was playing a song called
The music of "Hawaiian Cabana".
Hughes and Jason were wearing short-sleeved shirts, sunglasses, and even just shorts. They were lying on their backs in recliners, drinking ice-cold Coke, listening to music, and were content. Occasionally they raised their heads slightly and looked at the distance.
The members of the Counter-Terrorism Force of Country W who were sweating profusely from running around the field under the scorching sun, if there was anything they didn't like, they just yelled -
"Hey! It's too slow. Your ninety-year-old grandma can run more energetically than you!"
Hughes took a pitiful sip, and happily picked up the towel on the armrest and wiped his forehead. Then he looked at the somewhat manic Jason and couldn't help but advise: "Jason, don't vent your anger."
In the case of these poor guys, they are innocent."
After saying that, Tantanshou made a very kind gesture.
He knew Jason was unhappy, very unhappy.
Four days ago, they came here under the instructions of the Special Operations Command to conduct a three-month short-term training.
Both of them felt unhappy with this kind of training.
the reason is simple.
They are delta force, the famous d-boy!
Agent training has always been done by the green hats. As members of the D unit, what they have to do is to deploy globally and fight with their opponents with real guns and ammunition on every battlefield, rather than facing them here.
A group of so-called "anti-terrorism team members" who are not even qualified to be beginners are taught the so-called "special operations".
In their view, if special operations can be compared in terms of academic qualifications, these people are not even at the kindergarten level, and they all have Ph.D. degrees. How can they be taught?
Simply overkill!
"Those damn bureaucrats in the Pentagon!"
After Jason finished yelling at the team members, he lay down again and started cursing.
He has been cursing her since he entered the camp.
Because he was stationed here, his vacation was canceled. Although he was promised a lot of subsidies, they had been deployed in country L for nine months and were about to go back for a rotation. They didn't expect to encounter such a mess and delay.
Here it is.
It has been a year since I completed the training here and returned to my motherland.
"Captain and the others have all gone back for vacation, leaving us here! I think the captain should stay here himself. He is more capable than me and should take on this important task, not me! FK!"
At the end, he became excited again.
"Jason, did you take gunpowder? Looking at you, I don't even dare to smoke cigarettes. I'm afraid that if I light the lighter, you will explode on the spot."
As an old comrade in arms, Hughes seemed to see something wrong.
Although Jason had always been known in the team for his bad breath and bad temper, he was far from being so irrational as to curse him for days at a time.
"Do you have any psychological problems? If so, you can write a report to your superiors and apply to see a doctor at a nearby base."
Hughes frowned and asked his teammates worriedly.
Jason was silent this time. He lay on the recliner and was silent for a long time.
After a long time, he reached out and picked up the Coke bottle next to him, put it to his mouth and took a sip, then licked his lips and paused several times before finally speaking.
"Mary broke up with me."
"Ah?" Hughes was stunned: "What?!"
"I said, I broke up with Mary." Jason suddenly went berserk again: "fk! How many times do you want me to answer, Hughes? Do you think I'm not miserable enough?! The vacation is gone, and my girlfriend ran away.
…fk… When I go back, I’m going to find the bastard she cheated on with, and I’m going to cut off his balls with a knife and soak them in whiskey!”
Hughes once again spread his slightly merciful hands: "Oh! God, Jason, please don't do this. You are a soldier. Doing such a thing is beneath your status."
"Identity? What identity?" Jason complained dissatisfiedly: "In the eyes of those politicians in the Pentagon, I am worse than a dog. Dogs can still rest. How many days have I rested throughout the year?!"
"Sir!"
A black officer from Country W came over and asked the two of them respectfully: "What arrangements should be made tonight?"
Hughes looked at Jason, who looked around a little irritably.
"Damn it, I'm tired of eating the sheep here. Do you have any beef here? I want to eat good beef!"
"Good beef..." the black officer Saba was a little embarrassed.
After all, cattle are still very useful farming tools here, and the agriculture in country W has not yet been mechanized.
If it's beef for food, it's expensive, and good ones are hard to find.
It's okay to be in the capital, but in such a remote place...
Hughes came to the rescue and said: "Jason, please spare this poor guy. Where can he get you good beef!? Do you think this is in our own country or in Australia?"
After saying that, he turned to Saba and said: "As usual tonight, get some mutton and chicken, prepare more beer, and you officers will come over together tonight, let's bbq!"
Hughes has always been a gentle person. Saba knew that he was easy to deal with, so he smiled and nodded: "Okay, sir! I will make arrangements."
Just as Saba turned around, Hughes suddenly remembered something and stopped him: "Saba!"
"Sir!" Saba turned around.
Hughes asked: "Didn't you say that the Chinese will arrive today? Why haven't they arrived yet since the sun is almost setting?"
Saba said: "It's true that they haven't arrived yet. I don't know the exact time, but I know they will arrive today. The new camp of the Army Special Forces is just opposite. I have sent people to be responsible for observation on the watchtower. When they arrive, they will arrive."
Report the news here."
"Okay." Hughes waved his hand: "Go and do your work."
After saying that, he lay back in his chair.
Jason said: "I think the Pentagon bureaucrats just want to go against the Rabbits, so they asked us to come here to train these guys in special operations who don't even know what reaction shooting is. Yup!"
He smiled contemptuously and looked at the counter-terrorism team members who were still running on the field as if they were dying.
"I heard that the Belgians trained them before?"
Huins said: "The Gauls also trained."
"That's it?" Jason said, "Just to teach to this level? Are you sure those guys weren't on vacation when they were training them?"
Hughes calmly lit a cigarette and said, "Jason, our people have also trained them."
"..." Jason was speechless.
Hughes said: "It's just a training camp run by the Green Hat guys."
Only then did Jason become arrogant again: "Let me just say, those guys with green hats are just getting paid!"
Suddenly, a soldier ran over and saluted in front of the two of them.
"Sir, the rabbit has arrived."
"arrive?"
Hughes sat up from the recliner all of a sudden.
Then he reached out and pushed Jason aside.
"Hey! We're here!"
Jason also became energetic. He had been bored these days and wanted to find something to do.
He immediately stood up, picked up the camouflage uniform hanging in the shed and put it on. Then he took the gun and tactical vest that he had placed next to the recliner, put on his Benny hat, and said to the soldier: "Prepare the car, tell Saba, call him
Come over here and follow us to the Army Special Forces training camp."