Second Battalion Commander Zhang Fakui's eyes kept twitching tonight. He lay on a simple camp bed and turned over pancakes for a long time but still couldn't fall asleep.
The weather is very hot, but Battalion Commander Zhang still sleeps in his clothes tonight. One of the reasons is that there are many mosquitoes in the jungle at night. More importantly, his troops are now facing a group of strictly trained special forces soldiers.
Deal with those crazy people?
Of course, this is not the first time Zhang Fakui has dealt with people from this kind of special forces.
As an on-duty force in the military region, this kind of special operations force will participate in the red and blue exercises every year. The field force conducts large-scale tactical battle drills, and those special forces guys engage in special operations all day long.
Reconnaissance, infiltration, raids, beheadings, even kidnapping by grabbing tongues, any means are used.
Thinking about those elusive guys is a headache.
"Lao Zhang, can't you sleep?" the camp instructor's voice came from next door.
The two of them lived in the same tent and he couldn't sleep. The instructor was the first to know.
"Well, Lao Zhou, I always feel that something is going to happen tonight." Zhang Fakui said.
Instructor Zhou turned over on the camp bed, seemed to think for a moment, and said: "Didn't we increase the number of people on guard? I don't believe that those soldiers of the special forces are really invisible, and they can sneak in under such circumstances?"
"Old Zhou, of course you don't know too much about your background as a political worker after graduating from the Political College. I studied military command at the Army Academy. One of our cadets at that time was from a university. I have seen great people. Besides, this time
We are responsible for guarding the intelligence box, and we must definitely deal with their infiltration. We must guard against it."
Instructor Zhou sat up in the darkness, stared at a dark object on the bedside of the two of them and said: "You have moved the safe here, what are you worried about? Unless they take away our battalion headquarters, I don't believe it.
We have hundreds of people in our battalion, but we still can’t deal with a few of his squads? Besides, we have brother troops on the left and right wings, and they will surround us whenever there is any movement. Our field army is not just for food, right?"
"Anyway, it's better to be careful." Zhang Fakui walked to the safe, knelt down and checked it.
This is a safe weighing two hundred kilograms. According to the predetermined plan, only Zhang Fakui knows the password. What is inside is the intelligence box set up for this training, and it is also something that the special team must seize.
As for what the intelligence box was, Zhang Fakui himself didn't know. It was a green iron box with an LCD screen on top of the lid, but there was no display on it and he didn't know what it did.
For Zhang Fakui, the battalion commander, this kind of counter-infiltration exercise is a bit new. In so many years, this is the first time that a division has been used to defend against the infiltration of more than a hundred special forces.
Looking at his watch, Zhang Fakui couldn't let go at 1:50 in the morning, so he decided to go out to the camp and check the outposts and shops along the way.
"battalion commander."
Just as he stood up, a voice came from the door.
"who?!"
Zhang Fakui was a little nervous, and his hand touched the holster on his waist.
"It's me, Li Hongjun from the cooking class."
"Oh! It's the Red Army?" Zhang Fakui's heart dropped into his stomach, "What's the matter so late?"
A smell of fragrance came, and Zhang Fakui's heart suddenly brightened.
"Red Army, did you cook the noodles?"
"Yes, it's knife-shaped noodles." Li Hongjun walked in with two large bowls of noodles and placed them on top of the safe. "Didn't you tell me this, battalion commander? Everyone has been tired these days, and every company has to stand guard at night.
I saw that everyone in the company has cooked noodles, and our battalion headquarters cooking class has to do it too, so I made two portions and sent them to you and the instructor."
"I like to eat the Red Army's knife-shaped noodles the most. The noodles are hand-rolled, and the craftsmanship is good! This Shanxi person makes knife-shaped noodles, and you can't make them like this anywhere else." Instructor Zhou turned over and got up from the bed.
"You leave it alone, go back and rest early, I will eat it myself later." Zhang Fakui waved to Li Hongjun, asking him to go back and rest early.
After Li Hongjun left, Zhang Fakui thought for a while, buckled his armed belt and said to instructor Zhou: "Old Zhou, please watch first, I will check the sentry."
"Okay! I'll watch your baby for you." Instructor Zhou rubbed his confused eyes, dragged the little Maza to sit next to the safe, and planned to have a feast.
Zhang Fakui left his temporary tent and walked toward the camp gate with a flashlight. He checked the fixed sentry first. This was a routine arrangement.
After walking more than ten meters, two dark figures came out of a tent.
"Who!? Password!"
"Blast! Return the order!"
"heavy rain!"
After meeting the password, Zhang Fakui put down his guard and walked over.
"Hello, chief!" the two soldiers shouted, standing up straight.
"Are you two mobile sentries?"
Standing in front of Zhang Fakui were two young soldiers with the rank of private, their helmets held low, as if they did not dare to look directly at him.
It's no wonder when you think about it, as a private, of course he doesn't feel so natural when meeting the battalion commander.
This year's privates have just joined the company, and all new recruits have a habit of calling "chief" to everyone they meet because they are not very clear about military ranks.
This is also the custom of the army. Many platoon leaders who go to lead new recruits have become addicted to it after a few months.
"Yes, chief, we are mobile sentries."
He speaks very poor Cantonese Mandarin with a strong accent.
"Well, thank you for your hard work. Please be vigilant and be careful."
Having said that, Zhang Fakui had no intention of asking any more questions. As a little warrior, he was always shy, so he had nothing to say if he asked more questions.
Mobile sentries patrol in and around the camp, so it's not surprising to encounter them.
Zhang Fakui took the flashlight and walked towards the camp gate a few hundred meters away.
After taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped.
There was a feeling that something was wrong came over me.
For a moment I couldn't remember what was wrong.
I stopped and thought for a while, and suddenly a thunderbolt flashed through my mind.
Oh shit!
I haven’t recruited any soldiers from southern Guangdong in my camp this year!
Where did the Southern Cantonese private come from!?
He turned around suddenly and reached for the pistol in Yaori's gun case.
Before he could turn around, a dark shadow flashed in front of his eyes, and then his legs gave way, and the whole person "flyed" like a cloud...
The upper body was hugged by another person from the waist, a pair of snake-like hands wrapped around him, and his mouth was sealed directly!
Zhang Fakui felt that he was just like a pig in a slaughterhouse now, and he was suddenly picked up by two people.
Hug your legs and fall!
He was no stranger to typical scout capture actions!
Too bad!
Coming to your door!
This thought flashed through my mind, and sure enough, I saw myself being carried sideways by the two "private soldiers" as if they were holding a roll of quilt, towards the direction of the battalion headquarters.
Zhang Fakui twisted his body desperately, as if to make some noise.
Soon he discovered that this was all in vain. The strength of these two privates was astonishing. He, the commander of a battalion and a dignified major officer, could not move at all.
Special Forces!
Everything seems to be understood.
How did these guys come in without anyone noticing? Where did they get a complete set of field army soldier equipment?
"Singing star, go back and practice your damn Mandarin!"
One of the privates complained in a low voice to the other private.
The private soldier who was complained looked unconvinced and retorted in a low voice: "Fuck you, my Mandarin is very standard, okay! In our hometown village, my Mandarin is recognized as the best!"