Chapter 89

Camp 5.

Zhang Fakui, commander of the second battalion, always jumped his eyelids tonight. He lay on a simple marching bed and turned it like a pancake for a long time, but he still couldn't sleep.

The weather is very hot, but battalion commander Zhang still sleeps in peace tonight. Mosquitoes in the jungle at night are one of the reasons. More importantly, his troops now face a group of specially trained soldiers.

Against those crazy people?

Of course, Zhang Fakui is not the first time to deal with people from such special forces.

As the duty force in the military region, this special combat force will participate in the red and blue exercises every year. The field forces engage in large-scale tactical campaign exercises, and the guys of those special forces engage in special operations all day.

Reconnaissance, infiltration, raids, beheading and even kidnapping can be used by any means.

It's a headache to think of those mysterious guys.

"Lao Zhang, can't sleep?" asked the camp instructor next door.

They lived in the same tent. He couldn't sleep. The instructor was the first to know.

"Well, Lao Zhou, I always think something will 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 those special forces soldiers are really invisible people. They can sneak in under such circumstances?"

"Lao Zhou, you graduated from the political college and engaged in political work. Of course, you don't know very well. I studied military command in the army college. One of our student teams was of great origin in those years, but I've seen it. Besides, this time we are responsible for guarding the intelligence box. We absolutely have to deal with their infiltration."

Instructor Zhou sat up in the dark, stared at a dark thing at the head of the bed and said: "You have moved the safe here. What are you worried about? Unless they bring our battalion, I won't believe it. There are hundreds of people in our battalion, and we can't find out how many of their teams? Besides, we have brother troops on the left and right wings. We will surround whenever there is any news, and our field army doesn't eat dry food, right?"

"In short, it's right to be careful." Zhang Fakui went to the safe and squatted down to check.

This is a safe weighing 200 kg. According to the predetermined plan, only Zhang Fakui knows the password. What is inside is the intelligence box set up for this training, which is also something that the special unit must seize.

As for what the intelligence box is, Zhang Fakui himself doesn't know. It's a green iron box with a LCD screen on the top of the cover, but he doesn't see any display and doesn't know what role it plays.

For the battalion commander Zhang Fakui, this kind of reverse osmosis exercise is a little fresh. For the first time in so many years, it is the first time to use the strength of a division to defend against the infiltration of more than 100 special forces.

After looking at his watch, Zhang Fakui couldn't relax at 1:50 a.m. and decided to go around the camp and check the shop by the way.

"Battalion commander."

Just got up, a voice came from the door.

"Who?!"

Zhang Fakui was a little nervous and touched the holster on his waist.

"It's me, cooking class Li Hongjun."

"Oh! It's the Red Army?" Zhang Fakui's heart fell back to his stomach. "What's the matter so late?"

A smell came, and Zhang Fakui's heart suddenly brightened.

"Red Army, did you cook noodles?"

"Yes, it's sliced noodles." Li Hongjun came in with two bowls of noodles and put them on the top of the safe. "Didn't you explain it to the battalion commander? Everyone is tired these days. Each company has to cook noodles for the people standing guard at night. I think other companies have done it, and our battalion cooking team can't help it, so we made two copies and sent them to you and the instructor."

"I like the Red Army's sliced noodles best. I roll them by hand. I'm good at it! This Shanxi man can't make sliced noodles anywhere else." instructor Zhou turned over and got up from bed.

"Put it aside and go back to bed early. I'll eat by myself later." Zhang Fakui waved to Li Hongjun and asked him to go back to bed early.

When Li Hongjun left, Zhang Fakui thought about it, fastened the armed belt and said to instructor Zhou, "look at Lao Zhou first. I'll check the sentry."

"OK! I'll show you your baby." instructor Zhou rubbed his confused eyes and dragged his pony to the safe, ready to eat.

Zhang Fakui went out of his temporary tent, walked towards the camp gate with a flashlight, and checked the fixed post first. This is a routine arrangement.

After walking more than ten meters, two dark figures came out of a tent.

"Who!? password!"

"Strong wind! Return order!"

"Heavy rain!"

On the command, Zhang Fakui put down his vigilance and walked over.

"Hello, chief!" the two soldiers stood upright and shouted.

"Are you two mobile outposts?"

Standing in front of Zhang Fakui are two small soldiers with private ranks. Their helmets are low and they don't seem to dare to look directly at themselves.

It's no wonder that private soldiers are not so natural when they meet the battalion commander.

This year's private soldiers just got off the company. Not long ago, recruits have a habit. Because they don't know the difference between ranks, they shout "chief" when they see anyone.

This is also the custom of the army. Many small platoon leaders who go to take recruits have had a good time in a few months.

"Yes, chief, we are mobile outposts."

A very poor Cantonese Mandarin with a strong accent.

"Well, it's hard. Pay attention and be careful."

After that, Zhang Fakui didn't intend to ask more questions. Little soldiers are always shy and have nothing to say.

Mobile outposts patrol the camp and around the camp. It's not surprising to meet them.

Zhang Fakui walked towards the camp gate hundreds of meters away with a flashlight.

Just walked out a few steps, suddenly stopped.

A feeling of something wrong came to my mind.

I can't remember what's wrong for a moment.

Stop and think for a while, suddenly a thunderbolt crossed my mind.

Shit!

I didn't recruit soldiers from southern Guangdong in my camp this year!

Where are the private soldiers from southern Guangdong!?

He turned sharply and touched the pistol in the gun box at the same time.

Before turning back, the shadow in front of his eyes flashed, and then his feet were empty. The whole person "flew" like clouds and fog

The upper part of the body was held by a man, and his hands came up like snakes, sealing his mouth directly!

Zhang Fakui felt that he was a live pig in the slaughterhouse, and was suddenly carried by the two people.

Hold your legs and fall!

He is no stranger to the typical scout capture action!

No!

Come to the door!

The idea flashed through my mind. Sure enough, I saw myself being carried horizontally by the two "private soldiers" holding a roll of quilt and heading towards the camp.

Zhang Fakui twisted his body desperately, like making a little movement.

Soon he found that it was just futile. The two private soldiers had amazing strength. At least the commander of the first battalion, a dignified major officer, could not move at all.

Specia Force!

Everything seems to understand.

Why did these guys come in without even knowing it? Where else did you get a complete set of field army soldier equipment?

"Singer, go back and practice your dog day Mandarin!"

One of the private soldiers complained to the other in a low voice.

The complained private soldier looked unconvinced and retorted in a low voice: "top your lungs, my Mandarin is very standard! In our hometown village, my Mandarin is recognized as the best!"