Camp 5.
Zhang Fakui, the commander of the second battalion, always had his eyelids jumping tonight, lying on a simple marching bed, turning over a pancake for a long time and still couldn't fall asleep.
The weather is very hot, but Battalion Commander Zhang still sleeps in his clothes tonight, one of the reasons why there are many mosquitoes in the jungle at night, and more importantly, his troops are now facing a group of specially trained special forces soldiers.
Dealing with those crazy people?
Of course, this is not the first time that Zhang Fakui has dealt with people from this kind of special force.
As a unit on duty in the military region, this kind of special operations unit will participate in the red and blue exercises every year, and the field troops will conduct large-scale tactical campaign exercises, and those special forces guys will engage in special operations all day long.
Reconnaissance, infiltration, sabotage, beheading, and even tongue-grabbing kidnapping, all kinds of means are used.
It's a headache to think about those elusive guys.
"Lao Zhang, can't you sleep?"
The voice of the camp instructor came from next door.
The two lived in the same tent, and he couldn't sleep, and 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 marching bed, seemed to think for a moment, and said, "Didn't we increase the number of guards?"
I don't believe that those special forces soldiers are really invisible, and they can sneak in in this situation?
” "Lao Zhou, of course you don't know too well about graduating from the Political Academy and engaging in political work, but I studied military command at the Army Academy.
Besides, this time we are in charge of guarding the intelligence box, and we absolutely have to deal with their infiltration, and we can't afford to guard against it. ” Instructor Zhou sat up in the dark, stared at a black thing at the head of the two of them's bed, and said, "You have moved the safe here, what are you worried about?"
Unless they end our battalion headquarters, I don't believe it, there are hundreds of people in our battalion, and we can't handle how many of his squads?
Besides, we still have brother troops on the left and right flanks, and they will surround us whenever there is any movement, and our field army is not eating dry food, right?
” "Anyway, it's okay to be careful."
Zhang Fakui walked to the safe, squatted down and checked it.
This is a safe weighing 200 catties, according to the predetermined plan, the password is only known to him Zhang Fakui, and it contains the intelligence box set up in this training, and it is also something that the special detachment must seize.
As for what the intelligence box is, Zhang Fakui himself doesn't know, it's a green iron box, and there is an LCD screen on top of the lid, but I don't see any display, and I don't know what it does.
For Zhang Fakui, the battalion commander, this kind of anti-infiltration exercise is a bit new, and for so many years, this is the first time that the strength of a division has been used to defend against the infiltration of more than 100 special forces.
Looking at his watch, at 1:50 in the morning, Zhang Fakui couldn't put his mind at ease, and decided to go out to the camp and go around the shop.
"Battalion commander."
As soon as I 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 of the cooking class."
"Yo!
It's the Red Army?
Zhang Fakui's heart fell back into his stomach, "What's the matter so late?"
” A fragrance came, and Zhang Fakui's heart suddenly brightened.
"Red Army, you cooked noodles?"
"Yes, it's knife-cut noodles."
Li Hongjun walked in with two large bowls of noodles and put it on the top of the safe, "Didn't you confess it to the battalion commander?"
In the past few days, everyone is tired, and each company has to cook noodles for the people standing guard at night, and I see that other companies have done it, and our battalion cooking class can't help but do it, so I made two copies for you and the instructor. ” "I like to eat the Red Army's knife-cut noodles the most, hand-rolled noodles, good craftsmanship!
This Shanxi people make knife-cut noodles, and they can't make this taste anywhere else.
Instructor Zhou rolled over and got up from the bed.
"You put it aside, go back and rest early, I'll eat it myself later."
Zhang Fakui waved at Li Hongjun and asked him to go back to rest early.
When Li Hongjun left, Zhang Fakui thought about it, buckled his armed belt and said to Instructor Zhou: "Old Zhou, you look at it first, and I'll go to check the outpost." ” "Okay!
I'll show you your baby.
Instructor Zhou rubbed his confused eyes and dragged the little horse to sit next to the safe, intending to feast.
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Zhang Fakui got out of his temporary tent, took a flashlight and walked in the direction of the camp gate, first checking the fixed post, which was a routine arrangement.
Just walked more than ten meters, two dark shadows came out of a tent.
"Who!?
Password!
” "Tempest!
Rebate!
” "Heavy rain!"
After answering the password, Zhang Fakui let down his vigilance and walked over.
"Hello Chief!"
The two soldiers stood upright and shouted.
"You two are mobile sentinels?"
Standing in front of Zhang Fakui were two young soldiers with the rank of private, their steel helmets pressed low, and they didn't seem to dare to look directly at themselves.
It's no wonder that privates, of course, it's not so natural to meet the battalion commander.
This year's privates have just left the company not long ago, and the recruits have a habit of calling "chief" when they see everyone because they are not very clear about the distinction of military ranks.
This is also the custom of the troops, and many small platoon commanders who go to bring new recruits have become addicted to the commander for a few months.
"Yes, Chief, we're mobile sentinels."
Cantonese Mandarin with a very poor and strong accent.
"Well, it's hard work, be vigilant and be careful."
After all, Zhang Fakui didn't plan to continue to ask more, the little soldier is always shy, and there is nothing to say if he asks more.
Mobile outposts patrol the barracks and around the barracks, and it is not surprising that they come across them.
Zhang Fakui took the flashlight and walked in the direction of the camp gate a few hundred meters away.
He had just taken a few steps and suddenly stopped.
A feeling that something was wrong came over me.
I couldn't remember anything wrong for a while.
I stopped and thought for a while, and suddenly a thunderbolt crossed my mind.
Damn it!
Lao Tzu's battalion did not recruit soldiers from Nanyue this year!
Where did the Southern Cantonese soldiers come from!?
He jerked around, his hand reaching for the pistol in the case he was trying to get into.
Before he turned around, a black shadow flashed in front of his eyes, and then his feet were empty, and the whole person "flew" like a cloud......
The upper body was hugged by a person again, and a pair of hands were wrapped up like snakes, and the mouth was directly sealed!
Zhang Fakui felt that he was now alive and well like a pig in the slaughterhouse, and he was stopped and carried by the two of them at once.
Hold your legs and fall!
Typical scout capture action, he is no stranger to it!
Oops!
It's coming!
This thought flashed through his mind, and sure enough, he saw that he was carried sideways by the two "privates" like a roll of quilts, and went in the direction of the camp headquarters.
Zhang Fakui twisted his body desperately, as if making a little movement.
Soon he found that this was only in vain, and that the strength of these two privates was so great that he was the commander of a battalion, a dignified major officer, and he could not move a single bit.
Special forces!
Everything seems to be understood.
How did these guys come in without even noticing?
Where else did you get a complete set of field army soldiers' equipment?
"Singer, go back fucking and practice your dog-like Mandarin!"
One of the privates complained in a low voice to the other.
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The complained private looked unconvinced, and retorted in a low voice: "your lungs, my Mandarin is very standard, okay!"
In our hometown, my Mandarin is recognized as the best!
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