Chapter 2

Xu Zhiyuan cannot accept the judgment result.

"I said, comrade staff, are you mistaken?! our air defense fire has found the enemy aircraft of the blue army and intercepted them. The soldiers jumped out in time, dispersed the formation and hid on the spot. How could the loss be so tragic!"

"No mistake. This time, 30 American made B-2 stealth bombers attacked you with laser precision guided bombs. Although your regiment's radar can find each other's B-2 bombers, the interception time is too late. Others have already flown to your head before they find it. Moreover, your regiment's air defense firepower has no technical advantage in the face of B-2 stealth bombers. Therefore, this result is very fair." The major's staff officer's face was covered with a sly smile.

"International joke!" head Xu almost jumped up again and blew his hair like a cat whose tail was trampled on.

"30 B-2 bombed our Armored Regiment!? the U.S. military has only 21 B-2, and the extra 9 were sent by their God?! it's impossible! And concentrate so many stealth fighters on bombing a regiment? Shoot mosquitoes with cannons? They're crazy!?"

"What has the final say is not, and it is not possible. It is not possible that the participating troops has the final say, we have the final say, we say it is possible, and it is impossible to say that it can not be!"

The major's staff didn't intend to explain that they were like gods on this training ground.

"Commander Xu, I have been merciful. According to the bombing intensity of 30 B-2, how many tanks and soldiers do you think your regiment can leave? Now please abide by the rules of confrontation exercise and let your troops withdraw from the exercise immediately according to the battle damage we give."

After that, the major staff jumped into the SUV, waved his hand and left.

"Son of a bitch! Son of a bitch!" Xu Zhiyuan was so angry that he took off his helmet and fell to the ground.

The soldiers were reduced by 30%, the equipment was damaged by 27%, and the regiment artillery battalion lost 75%, which means that only one company can be used in the whole formed artillery battalion

The worst thing is the air defense firepower. It is simply close to the total annihilation of the army, with a loss of 95%!

He felt a chill on his spine. The director's team is a dead hand in the whole Red Army. No wonder they all say that the synthetic drill base is a "Red Army cemetery". It's really no exaggeration.

"Head! Head!" Zheng Shengqi, the staff of the regiment headquarters, trotted up to him and saluted.

Xu Zhiyuan didn't have a good way: "head fart! I'm about to be bombed into a battalion commander!"

"Contact the first regiment in front!" Zheng Sheng said.

"Have you contacted the 1st regiment? What's their situation now?" head Xu immediately looked happy. Previously, due to the electronic interference of the blue army, the communication could not be connected for a time, and all the friendly forces were caught blind.

Zheng Sheng's face was slightly ugly. He shook his head and said, "the situation of group 1 is not good. Ten minutes ago, they suffered a biochemical attack and were directly judged by the director group to reduce their staff by 50%."

"What!? biochemical attack? Worse than us!?" Xu Zhiyuan's eyes almost fell to the ground.

The 1st regiment is the forward force, which is at the front of the whole brigade and is responsible for the defense of area 2A.

According to the plan, after waiting for the reserve team of the second regiment to enter the predetermined position, the first regiment will launch an attack.

But now

50% reduction?

What about the defense line in area 2A?! The blue army is not a fool. A regiment without half its troops is a piece of meat on the plate. They will take the opportunity to hit the superior troops and tear open the hole in the position of regiment 1!

Once the 2A area misses, the whole defense line of the 22nd Division will collapse

As a senior commander, Xu Zhiyuan knows too well what the tearing of the defense line means for the whole war situation.

A saying often said by soldiers is: one son loses all the dishes.

"The brigade headquarters asked us to speed up and reinforce regiment 1 immediately," Zheng Sheng said.

"It seems that the blue army will launch an armored cluster charge at any time." commander Xu looked at his watch. "Time is not waiting. You should immediately notify the third artillery company to stop moving and find a suitable artillery position nearby for concealment. Wait for my order to cover the 2C area where the blue army may attack, so as to ensure that the 1st regiment can support the arrival of reinforcements from brother forces!"

"Only inform the third artillery company?" Zheng Sheng was stunned and couldn't help asking, "don't we have a battalion of howitzer company?"

"That was the force 15 minutes ago. Our artillery battalion suffered 75% of the direct battle loss in the air raid just now. Now there are only three artillery companies left!" commander Xu angrily walked forward without even looking back. He cursed: "the director group of dog day!"

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The rumble of motors came from the rear of the motorcade.

Qin Fei leaned against the truck and watched 96a tanks speeding past. He soon disappeared at the end of the dirt road.

"All the tanks are moving!"

Xiaopang leaned against the truck and looked at the steel torrent with envy. The saliva almost came out.

After watching it for a while, he suddenly scolded angrily: "tank soldiers are cool. Sitting on an iron turtle, they will bang if they are unhappy. It's not like us sitting in this broken car... Loser!"

With that, he turned around and kicked on the truck tire with a bang.

"Mom, if you make any noise, believe it or not, I'll let you sit on the gun barrel!" Yin Xiancong stared.

Little fat put out his tongue and hid aside.

"It seems that something must have happened in front of us!" Qin Fei threw the 95th style to his shoulder, jumped onto the truck, sat down on the side of the baffle and said, "it seems that the regiment in front is going to be finished."

"How do you know?" Yin Xiancong asked standing under the car.

"Didn't you see that commander Xu drove towards area 2a with all his tanks and armored vehicles like burning his ass? If the 1st regiment can withstand it, he will be in such a hurry?"

Qin Fei looked around and said, "I'm afraid the artillery company will stay here and build a artillery position to provide fire support to the 1st regiment."

"That's a good thing!"

Yin Xiancong spit on the ground and was eager to try, "I've wanted to beat those dog day blues for a long time. We've held back for several days. The blues haven't found their shadow. It's really cowardly to be bombed and attacked by biochemical attacks all the way!"

"It's not certain who will beat who, but I think your 22nd Division will suffer a great loss." Qin Fei coldly looked at Yin Xiancong, who was full of ambition, and mercilessly poured cold water on him.

Yin Xiancong's face suddenly sank: "Qin Fei, I don't care if you used to be a soldier of the military direct reconnaissance battalion. Now you come to us. We are a member of our company and our class. What your division and your company sound so uncomfortable!?"

Yin Xiancong, who has always been kind, is obviously angry this time.

Qin Fei wanted to refute, but finally gave up the plan.

He was indeed driven out of the artillery company under the gate by the reconnaissance battalion. Whether he was the first scout of the group army in the martial arts competition or the top training of the whole army is no longer important. Now I'm really a soldier of the third artillery company. I'm just an artillery who can spy.

Wang Zengming is right.

I can't go back to the reconnaissance camp anymore

The army emphasizes absolute obedience, especially for the reconnaissance battalion that undertakes the task of sharp knife. No one dares to contradict the superior reconnaissance soldier, even if the military is even more powerful.

Thinking of this, Qin Fei's heart cooled down.

He sighed and explained: "monitor Yin, what I said just now is not groundless. Our 2 regiments are reserves, and the forefront of the whole theater is regiments 1 and 3. As reserves, they rush to the top. I don't think we need to explain more about the situation of the troops in front."

This time it was Yin Xiancong's turn to speak. Qin Fei couldn't refute his words.

"Don't worry! Our troops are not vegetarian!" Yin Xiancong was still tough. "It's a big deal to have a big fight with those blue troops! We are an old Red Army division, so we don't believe that we can't beat those dog day blue troops."

"Yes! Fuck those dog day blues!"

"Fuck them!"

"Fuck! I don't believe the blue army is really an alien. It has three heads and six arms!"

The big soldiers were full of fighting spirit and were as excited as chicken blood.

Qin Fei looked at these excited guys as if he saw a group of aliens who had just landed on the earth.

"Forget it, I said monitor, don't waste your leisure. It seems that no matter how much you fight, it has nothing to do with us."

He reached out and knocked on a big aluminum pot leaning against the carriage board. Qin Fei felt both tears and laughter: "you should wake up! We're from the cooking team!"

All the people who beat chicken blood were suddenly drenched back to reality ruthlessly from the boiling blood by Qin Fei.

Everyone took a look at the team in their company

Other people's truck is towed with 155 howitzers, and this car

This car is towing a 97 type field cooking car

Qin Fei shook his head, waved his hand, leaned against the carriage and closed his eyes, "well, we might as well think about how to cook later."

The overexcited soldiers were drenched with a basin of cold water. After looking at each other for a while, they all looked like frost eggplant. One by one, they slowly climbed into the car and sat back in their positions.

"Shit!"

After a long time, I don't know who scolded in the dark.

Then someone said angrily, "you're a loser! Before becoming a soldier, the veterans in the village told me that you can't be a cook in the artillery! I didn't expect to let me be a cook. It's really bad luck for eight lifetimes..."

"What do you mean?" someone couldn't help asking.

"The cook in the artillery, carry the black pot! Wear a green hat! Watch others shoot!"