Jiushan's reconnaissance team escorted the prisoners and disappeared into the vast night. Just ten minutes after they left, a team consisting of infantry armored vehicles, wheeled personnel carriers, jeeps, communication vehicles, field cooking trucks... etc.
A huge convoy consisting of twenty or thirty vehicles of various types arrived here, and a large number of personnel of all kinds disembarked from the convoy, including a fully armed infantry company.
The entire arriving convoy was immediately like a boiling pot, and the troops were running around like headless flies making a fuss. The Red Army intelligence department detected that there was a sudden movement of the Blue Army that night, but the reason and movement were unknown.
Jiushan had no way of knowing all this, and he was still in radio silence. The only thing he had to do was to run forward as hard as he could, using his keen sense of counter-reconnaissance to avoid one after another Blue Army patrols and Vietnamese.
Secret sentries in the defense zone are becoming increasingly rare.
Why not drive away those Warrior Jeeps? It's simple. Jiushan knows that each of these vehicles is equipped with a positioning device that is difficult to remove. Is he driving it to attract wolves?
As a result, the six prisoners were in bad luck. They were kicked and beaten by these soldiers and bandits along the way, and they stumbled and rolled around.
Using GPS and analysis of the situation, Jiushan led a group of people to successfully rush out of the core area of ​​the entire exercise from the Blue Army's rear diagonal at noon the next day, and arrived at the edge zone defined by the exercise.
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After the reform and opening up, China began to rapidly integrate with the world, and both the essence and the dross were accepted by our great China. The brothel hooks and half-open doors of the eight major alleys in ancient China were resurrected by the spring breeze of reform, not to mention big cities, even small ones.
There is a whole street of shampoo rooms in the county town.
Every city in China has begun to have its own red light district, such as Jixiang Village and Honghui Road in Xi'an. Although the government considers them illegal, the public has long been accustomed to it. This wave of flesh and blood business has spread rapidly from big cities to remote areas.
, even the desolate hinterland of Inner Mongolia grassland is no exception.
Zhuri and the nearby herdsmen who got rich first and those smart people found a way to make money. They took advantage of the year-round military exercises here and drove around in their newly bought or second-hand Iveco minibuses, selling those items that were hung on their cars.
There are handicrafts and local specialties such as stuffed donkeys, small scimitars, etc. Of course, these things are just superficial cover-ups, and the real mystery lies inside.
Inside the Iveco, all the seats in the back rows have been removed. The carriage is covered with a large Simmons mattress. Lying on the mattress are two gorgeous girls with scantily clad clothes and heavy makeup. The girl speaks broken Mandarin.
This place is full of strong warriors all year round who have nowhere to vent. These Ivecos wander around selling their skin and flesh. The officers and soldiers of our army affectionately call these Ivecos "mobile artillery trucks."
The owners of mobile artillery trucks like soldiers because soldiers are civilized and polite, never default on debts, and have good credit. After spending their own money, they will attract a large group of soldiers and fellow villagers when they go back. Soldiers like mobile artillery trucks.
Because they worry about what the soldiers are worried about and think about what the soldiers want. More importantly, the prices here are low, door-to-door delivery, and the bosses are generous and generous, often buying three and getting one free.
There is no doubt that mobile artillery vehicles have made an indelible contribution to the harmonious military-civilian relations and the construction of dual support.
Mobile artillery vehicles have existed here for several years, and all the troops who come here for exercises are accustomed to them. These mobile artillery vehicles often break into the camps of both parties during the exercises, and sometimes they can drive to the war zone.
The level of this exercise was very high, and the control of the area was very tight. The red and blue sides had very strict management of the entry and exit of officers and soldiers. But the problem was that the owners and bosses of these artillery vehicles didn't know! They still swarmed around them as usual,
But after running all day, I couldn't make a few sales, and I couldn't even pay for gas.
Bater is such a boss, and he is very worried that the business this time is not going well. "Batel" means hero in Mongolian, and it is a very common name among the Mongolian people.
Jiushan rushed out with everyone and ran into Battle and his mobile artillery truck.
With his carefree and familiar nature, Jiushan and Battelle became buddies within a few minutes, and they were laughing and joking.
Is it hard to do business? You don't know. This time the control is strict and you can't get out at all. You can't touch anyone by being so stupid and blind, and you can only attract wolves. So what should we do?
? Easy to handle! You don’t know where the troops are loosely managed, I know! I know where the logistics, repairs and supplies are, I will just take you there.
Brother Battelle, please get us all on board, and I will give you the fare when we get there. We soldiers have not deceived you, have we? Go to the place I pointed out to you and if you can’t make any money, just slap me in the face...,
...Anti-aircraft machine gun shells? Is that a big deal? Brother, let me get you a sack!
Battelle waved his hand: Brothers, get on the bus quickly and stop asking me for fares. We Mongolian men can pee three feet in the wind...
A large group of people, including prisoners, were all crowded on the Simmons mattress of the mobile artillery truck. Inside the crowd were two shivering little girls. Iveco made a large arc along the edge of the exercise area and headed towards the Red Army division crazily.
Driving in the direction of the headquarters, people stopped and drove all the way, and the soldiers of the special agent company took turns driving. On the open prairie, I wanted to step on the accelerator pedal into the fuel tank.
Tellitzer, a former second-class police officer of the Hannover Police Department in Germany, should be allowed to take a look and see how the Chinese drove an Iveco beyond the speed of a Porsche.
The eyes of the six prisoners changed from anger at the beginning, to despair, and then to prayer. Especially the 'fat engineer' who had had a conversation with Jiushan clearly had something to say. But Jiushan didn't want to listen to them.
In the end, the smelly socks in his mouth were not removed.
Jiushan said to the fat engineer: "I'm really sorry. It's all for exercises and missions. It's not that I don't want to listen to you, but I don't dare to listen to you. You are all engineers and leaders, joining the army.
You may have known some of our old chiefs and leaders over the years. As soon as you say it, we will be in trouble and we won’t be able to let you go.
It’s not that I won’t let you go. If I let you go, I am indulging the enemy privately. If I don’t let you go, I will offend the old leader, so I won’t listen to anything. Just bear with it, and you will feel comfortable when you get to our division headquarters. You are all from above.
Experts, no one laughs at you for being prisoners. I can only say that the Blue Army’s defense is too weak. If you feel aggrieved, I’ll treat you to a drink at the division headquarters to make amends..."
There was nothing to say to the prisoner, but Jiushan and Battelle had a lively chat along the way. Battel clapped his chest loudly: Brother, go play a little bit, go play a little bit with two girls, brother, I don’t want money, play more.
Two haha. You all go and have some fun...
After flying for a whole day and night, Iveco finally entered the Red Army's garrison area. With his identity and pass as a special agent company, the mobile artillery truck passed unimpeded in the eager eyes of the officers and soldiers at each checkpoint. It was not until it rushed to the division entrance that it was guarded.
Even stopped.
After receiving the news, Staff Lin from the division headquarters came out to greet him. When he saw the fat engineer being escorted by Jiushan, he was shocked.
Chapter completed!