The formation of the Blood Fox heavy-armed force has long been prepared, and nearly half of the special armor-type troops that came to Sifang City were included in the heavy-armed force.
The reorganized Blood Fox Heavy Force has everything from intelligence information to torture to electronic countermeasures. There are professional talents in almost every professional corner.
This is something that the Blood Fox Brigade could not possess before.
Able to reach this level, the Blood Fox Heavy Troops have become the world's top special forces, possessing a series of sound systems that serve war.
Yan Fenghuo's discharge from the army was to change careers as a colonel and deputy regimental officer. After all, he was the captain of the Blood Fox Brigade. This change of career was reasonable.
When he left Sifang City, he did not stay at all. Because once he stayed, he would see many familiar faces that were extremely disappointed.
Some of the Blood Fox warriors transferred their jobs and returned home, while some of the Blood Foxes were transferred out of the Blood Fox and entered other Special A-type units. The rest formed a core assault tactics unit and formed a new organization with the transferred personnel from the Special A-type units.
Tactics need to be tempered, spirits need to be integrated, and the formed Blood Fox heavy armored force is in a state of adjustment. When this adjustment is completed, the battles they face will be more sophisticated and cruel.
On the military flight to the capital, Yan Fenghuo sat with the talented man who had a broken leg and lost his right arm, drinking wine and gnawing pig trotters as if no one else was around.
"Waiter, serve the wine!" Yan Fenghuo shouted at the flight attendant, spitting the pig bones on the aisle.
Hearing the sound, the waiter came over with a smile and handed a bottle of high-strength liquor to Yan Fenghuo. Then she leaned down, took out a tissue and pinched the pig bones, turned around and said with a smile: "Call me again if you need it."
"Yes!" Yan Fenghuo wiped his mouth with oil and was happy. He bit open the bottle cap and handed it over and said, "Have a drink with us!"
"Okay." The flight attendant had a standard smile on her face, picked up the bottle of liquor, and took a big sip without hesitation.
This is almost impossible to happen. You can drink beer on the plane, because beer is an international drink, but liquor is not allowed. You cannot drink liquor, let alone drink with the stewardess.
But this situation actually happened. The flight attendant took a big sip of liquor without hesitation, and after finishing the drink, she said thank you to Yan Fenghuo and Cai Zi.
This scene shocked others, but also made many people feel extremely unfair.
Most of the people on military flights are military personnel, people involved with the military, or family members, or people who can establish relationships with military leaders, and these people usually have a certain social status. To put it simply, most of the people on military flights are
They are all well-known figures, including division-level cadres.
"I'll go and get busy first, thank you." The stewardess thanked her again, turned around and left gracefully.
"Hahaha, sister, thank you." Yan Fenghuo laughed loudly, grabbed the bottle of liquor, took a sip, and stuffed it into Caizi's mouth and said: "Caizi, don't say anything, you will follow me wherever I go.
."
The scholar smiled bitterly, he was kidnapped by Yan Fenghuo.
Due to the irreversible trauma he suffered during the battle, the talented man had no choice but to change his job. Originally, he was supposed to undergo a half-year recuperation, but during this process he was awarded first-class merit, and then changed his job again with a hefty transfer bonus.
But he was kidnapped by Yan Fenghuo and put directly on the flight to the capital.
"Fenghuo, stop making trouble." The scholar took a sip of white wine and said with a bitter smile, "I'm already like this, why are you still going against me?"
"Nonsense, I'll work with you for the rest of my life!" Yan Fenghuo glared at the talented man and said, "You've become like this, I don't care about you, who cares about you? Count on the job transfer payment and the monthly pension that the Civil Affairs Bureau will give you.
, and then live like this for the rest of your life?”
Yan Fenghuo's voice was loud and he was a little excited. In his opinion, it would be better for the talented man to live like this than to die. But this guy has a hard life, and since he can't die, he has to take care of him for the rest of his life.
He believed that he owed everyone in the Blood Fox Brigade and that he should be responsible for the sacrifice of every comrade. He felt guilty that he had not been able to take his brothers out or bring them back alive. At first, he did not understand Cai Zi's behavior and thought
The talented man is timid, but only now does he understand the greatest responsibility of a commander: to take the brothers out alive and bring them back alive!
"You have your life, and I have mine, why bother?" The scholar smiled slightly and said, "My girlfriend back home is still waiting for me. I can finally live a normal life."
Having said this, the talented man looked yearning, as if happiness was waving to him.
"That won't work either!" Yan Fenghuo roared rudely.
"What do you think will work?" The scholar glared at Yan Fenghuo.
"be with me!!!"
"impossible!"
"I said it's possible, it's possible!"
"Yan Fenghuo, are you a bit too damn domineering? Can't I still make the decision on my own affairs?"
"..."
The two people started arguing, their faces red and thick-necked, and their voices filled the entire cabin.
When the vast majority of soldiers saw the talented man's broken leg and crippled right arm, their eyes were full of respect, and they tolerated and understood their excessive behavior with the greatest tolerance. Because they saw it very clearly, this kind of injury can only be left on the battlefield.
of.
War in peacetime is rarely known to the public. Any one of these people is a hero, and if placed in any army, they are a flag that will never collapse.
"Why are you making such a fuss!" came an angry voice: "If you delay my work, do you know how much I charge per minute?"
This is a middle-aged man sitting in front, holding a laptop in his hand, standing up and making a scolding voice.
His eyes did not have the unique temperament of a soldier, but looked more like a successful businessman.
Hearing the scolding, Yan Fenghuo's eyes widened, and he stood up and was about to get angry. However, the scholar hugged him tightly with his left arm.
"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I drank a little too much." The scholar showed an apologetic expression and apologized to the other party repeatedly.
"Drink too much?" The middle-aged man seemed to have grasped the biggest reason, raised his hand and shouted: "Do you see who is drinking in the entire cabin? Are you the only one who is special? Are you a fighting hero? Even a fighting hero is not
This is how it should be, isn’t it? It has no sense of public morality at all, it’s simply unreasonable.”
"Do you have any fucking control over my drinking? Damn it!" Yan Fenghuo broke away from the talented man and stood up to slap this guy.
What kind of bullshit public ethics does he want to drink to separate the time and place? If he didn't drink to distract himself, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to sit here peacefully.
With a "pop" sound, the talented man was brought to the aisle by Yan Fenghuo.
Without crutches, the talented man relied on the strength of his left hand to push himself up, but...he couldn't control his balance at all. He fell down again just after he got up, and blood oozed from the broken part of his right leg.
"Yan Fenghuo!!!" The talented man sitting helplessly in the aisle roared violently at Yan Fenghuo: "Can you fucking calm down for a while! I'm telling you for the last time, don't go crazy with me, you have to be in high definition now
s position."
"I just went crazy!!!" Yan Fenghuo turned around and shouted: "Do I have to hold it in all the time? Don't I have the right to go crazy? I only have such a short time to go crazy, and you only have such a short time.
Do you understand???”
After yelling, Yan Fenghuo strode towards the scholar, helped him up, and said with moist and red eyes: "Look at what you are like now. If I don't take care of you, who will take care of you? We are
brother……"
At this moment, the middle-aged man's voice suddenly came, making all the soldiers in the cabin become angry.
"What the hell is a lunatic and a lame man pretending to be the real thing? If he has the ability to fight with terrorists, why is he trying to act like a big-tailed donkey?"
These words were like a raging fire, fiercely igniting Yan Fenghuo, a powder keg that was in a violent state after leaving the army.
Cripple! Cripple!!!
"Get out of the way!" Yan Fenghuo's eyeballs instantly became bloodshot, and he kicked hard towards the glass of the airplane window.
"Bang!"
There was a dull sound, and the hard-hit glass felt like it was crumbling.
"Yan Fenghuo, what do you want to do!" The scholar threw himself on Yan Fenghuo and hugged him tightly with his left arm.
"I'm going to throw him down! How dare he say that we are incapable of fighting terrorists? How dare he say that you are a cripple??"
"I was a fucking lame to begin with! Now I am an out-and-out lame!!!"
Yan Fenghuo was stunned, his red eyes filled with tears at an extremely fast speed, slowly sliding down his resolute face and to the corners of his mouth, bitter and salty.
Yes, what they said is correct, the talented man is now a lame, an out-and-out cripple, a cripple...