Yan Fenghuo took a step forward, stared into Liang Gang's eyes and said, "Do you dare to play? Life or death depends on fate. If I die, it will be a training accident. Play, or not play?"
Liang Gang didn't dare to answer the call because the other party was going to fight with real guns and live ammunition. He didn't dare to use his hundred soldiers as a bet. He knew very well that there was a gap between his own soldiers and Yan Fenghuo.
The gap will only get wider. And a special forces soldier who is truly at his peak cannot win with quantity when facing conventional soldiers.
"We are an army here, not a gang." Liang Gang said with difficulty while holding back the cramping pain in his abdomen.
"Why are you so fucking wordy?" Yan Fenghuo said impatiently: "If you dare to play, let's play. If you don't dare to play, tell our squadron that you accept it immediately!"
"I'm convinced, I'm convinced, but the only one I'm convinced of is you!" Liang Gang slowly stood up and said to Yan Fenghuo: "Your ability is the strongest I've ever seen. I'm afraid not many people can surpass you. I'm convinced,
I, Liang Gang, have nothing to say."
This sentence makes it very clear that he, Liang Gang, serves Yan Fenghuo and is definitely not a mobile squadron.
Hearing these words, Yan Fenghuo said nothing. He strode up to Liang Gang, stretched out his right hand and slapped him hard.
"Snapped!"
The sound was clear and clear, and in full view of everyone, a noncommissioned officer actually slapped a captain in the face. No one could imagine that such a thing would happen. This was definitely a challenge to doctrine and regulations!
"Do you know why I hit you?" Yan Fenghuo asked.
Liang Gang, who had suffered great humiliation, covered his cheeks with deep resentment in his eyes.
"Because I'm stronger than you, I can beat you however I want, understand?" Yan Fenghuo looked aggressive and pointed at the soldiers of the mobile brigade and said, "Are you very angry because I slapped one of you?
A slap in the face from the captain? Haha, yes, you can be annoyed. You are psychologically close to him, you are his soldiers, and you can unconditionally support all his actions. But do you know whose soldiers you are? Liang Gang's soldiers
?Wrong! You are soldiers of the country, you are soldiers of the people!"
Yan Fenghuo dropped Liang Gang, walked to the front of the mobile brigade and shouted loudly: "You are not wrong, you are all good soldiers. But the fault lies with Liang Gang. He thinks that the soldiers of the country and the people are his own, and he forgets himself
The blame on your shoulders, forgetting what your own honor should be."
These words are a bit serious, but this is indeed the situation in the army. Whoever leads the soldiers listens to whoever leads them. After changing a leader, there will be no birds at all. This is normal, but what is abnormal is that a soldier leads the army.
Keep your personal feelings inside and seek personal grudges by going out for training.
Originally this was just a competition between fraternal units, but when Liang Gang insulted Sun Hao without any scruples, the nature of it was revealed. He came here to seek personal revenge to vent his anger, so this
The competition between brotherly units is no longer simple.
"Liang Gang, tell me, are you using this to vent your anger to Sun Hao? Are you using this to vent your resentment towards him?" Yan Fenghuo pointed at Liang Gang and said.
"No." Liang Gang retorted.
"No?" Yan Fenghuo suddenly laughed, put his hands in his trouser pockets and asked: "Then who gave you the right to lead the troops to your brother's unit privately? Don't tell me that you came with your troops if you wanted to. If brother
If the unit wants to come to discuss and provide guidance after the training, I believe that the detachment leaders will be very welcome and come to watch with great interest. But the detachment leaders have no knowledge at all, which can only explain one problem. You led the troops to leave privately. If it were not you
What would you do if your selfish thoughts were at work?"
Liang Gang stopped talking, his face turned livid.
"I thought you were a man, but who knew you didn't even have the courage to take responsibility? Okay, you can go back with the troops. Our squadron leader will report this matter to the top and report it to the leaders of the corps step by step. We won't send it to you!"
Needless to say, Liang Gang is definitely a serious disciplinary violation, which is extremely serious. A troop is where it is. If you want to go out to do anything, you must ask for instructions and report. Under the current formalized control of the troops, even if you leave the camp, you will
When conducting a five-kilometer armed cross-country trip, you must also report to the higher-level combat duty room for instructions.
The movements of the troops must be known at all times. Anyone who dares to violate discipline on this point will definitely not get any good results.
Liang Gang led the troops to pedal away, and Yan Fenghuo, who had his hands behind his back, became the hero who saved the squadron's face. Sun Hao, whose mandible was raised, pulled Yan Fenghuo and started drinking without saying a word.
Yan Fenghuo still didn't know what happened between him and Liang Gang, but he had no need to ask. It was a matter between the two of them. He was just an outsider. More importantly, he was just a small non-commissioned officer with a different status.
Three days later, the staff officer of the police unit of the detachment came down and brought a punishment and a transfer order. The punishment was a demerit because Yan Fenghuo slapped Captain Liang Gang in the face; the transfer order was to transfer him to the China-Myanmar Border Defense Force.
Go and stand guard.
Yan Fenghuo expressed absolute obedience to the orders of his superiors. But he felt quite unhappy because he dealt with a captain who violated military discipline. As for giving him a punishment? Hey, if you don't want to, just transfer him. It's the same everywhere.
Before leaving, squadron leader Sun Hao stuffed Yan Fenghuo with four good cigarettes to see him off. Xu Hanyang also stuffed two cigarettes, and the third-class soldier also stuffed him with two cigarettes. Yan Fenghuo couldn't laugh or cry, he would rather
I want some real RMB. Because in addition to the demerit penalty, he was also deducted three months of salary, and was only given the maximum allowance for conscripts, two hundred and seventy yuan...
The rumbling train took Yan Fenghuo to the China-Myanmar border and reported to a People's Liberation Army border defense force.
The border defense forces on the China-Myanmar border were first stationed by the Armed Police Force, but were later replaced by the People's Liberation Army Border Guard Force due to various factors. Yan Fenghuo's cross-arms transfer was considered the second cross-arms transfer. The Blood Fox Brigade itself is a People's Liberation Army unit and was transferred to the Armed Police.
, and was transferred to the People's Liberation Army.
Anyone who has served in the military knows that it is difficult to transfer across arms, but it is not absolute. For example, a certain unit is in urgent need of professionals with a certain skill, or it can be transferred to a non-commissioned officer, promoted, etc. It can be done. As long as here
If you are willing to let him go, it will be fine if the other side is willing to accept it.
Yan Fenghuo, who left the Blood Fox Brigade, didn't pay much attention to this. For him, it was the same wherever he went, as long as he no longer heard the words "Blood Fox Brigade".
After arriving at the army to report, Yan Fenghuo was assigned to a small outpost. This outpost was close to the border and had a squadron of troops. The defenses were changed every month, and the defenses were changed between outposts.
This is to prevent some problems from happening. There are many drug dealers crossing the border here. In order to pass the border smoothly, drug dealers can come up with any method.
Arriving at the post, Yan Fenghuo greeted the new comrades stationed at the post with a smile on his face, opened his cigarettes and spread them around, winning unanimous praise from everyone.
These soldiers are all old smokers. It is too difficult to live without cigarettes in a place like this. This post is the farthest away. If you want to buy daily necessities, you have to travel dozens of miles through the forest to reach a small town. You can't even buy cigarettes.
Good smoke. The newcomer Yan Fenghuo immediately scattered two packs of Zhonghua by himself. Naturally, he was praised for his good performance and quickly integrated into the new group.
The platoon leader's name is Lao Ganzi, everyone calls him that. He is twenty-seven or eighty years old, tall and dark. His hometown is Hunan, and he can eat chili peppers. Others only eat this dish with rice, but he eats rice with dried red chili peppers.
What made Yan Fenghuo click his tongue was that the platoon leader tore the dried red chili peppers into an empty bowl, soaked them in boiling water, waited until the chili peppers were done eating, and then drank the chili pepper water deliciously.
The platoon leader's real name is Chen Gan. He was promoted to the top in the military region for shooting in the military competition, and he got the nickname Lao Gunzi from then on.
Squad leader Zhang Yifei, 22 years old, fourth-year soldier, first-class non-commissioned officer. He is very strong and looks a bit like a bandit at first glance. Especially when he speaks with a loud voice, he does things neatly and never sloppily. He has a certain way of speaking.
Characteristics: Before speaking, stretch your neck and pronounce the word "goose" before continuing.
For example: Goose told you... with a typical Shaanxi accent, he said that his hometown is in Hanzhong, Shaanxi, which is known as the "Little Jiangnan" and has been a big granary since ancient times.
In addition to the platoon leader and squad leader, the remaining ten people include four non-commissioned officers, four privates and two privates.
This configuration is the most appropriate in this remote outpost. There is no harm in having more experienced non-commissioned officers. No one knows when they will encounter drug dealers crossing the border. If they are just drug dealers, it is okay. They will look at the border guards when they see them.
Choose to take a detour or retreat. But if you encounter that kind of armed drug lord, I'm afraid you will have to fight with live ammunition loaded.
However, armed drug traffickers generally cannot get through, and there are many elite scouts stationed along the China-Myanmar border, so you can rest assured that only fish that slip through the net will be hit.
Despite this, there have been cases where outposts were taken down in this jungle, and many young soldiers fell tragically at the gunpoint of drug traffickers.
This is the southern gate of the motherland. Although it is not as good as the anti-terrorism in the northwest, sacrifices are everywhere.
Smoking Yan Fenghuo's Zhonghua, the elder Pai took out a bottle of Liuyang River and poured two large bowls with a greedy look on his face.
"Drink, there's nothing to entertain you, so just drink some white wine, haha." The old man smashed the cigarette with a smile on his dark face.
Yan Fenghuo didn't hesitate. He picked up the liquor and touched it with the old pole, then drank it all in one breath.
"Refreshing!" The old man extended his thumb and handed over a red pepper.
"Come on, you can keep the good stuff for yourself, I can't." Yan Fenghuo quickly refused. Lao Gangzi's chili peppers are authentic Chaotian chili peppers, which ordinary people can't resist.
"Hahahaha..." Lao Guanzi laughed, pinched the pepper and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it very much.
Zhao Hongqi felt very scared when he saw it. He drank white wine and chewed red peppers, but luckily he could bear it.
The squad leader took two soldiers to the sentry, and the other soldiers who stayed behind sat on the sidelines and watched happily as Yan Fenghuo drank with the platoon leader. The platoon leader liked this. Although it was expressly stipulated not to drink, he still secretly drank two
cup.
It's just that the soldiers were very strange because the platoon leader's attitude towards Yan Fenghuo was so good. Under normal circumstances, the platoon leader would only drink with the squad leader, and no one else would drink.
After finishing half a bottle of white wine, the row elder chewed red peppers and said to Yan Fenghuo: "Brother, I feel relieved that you are here at our outpost."
These words were very confusing, but Yan Fenghuo could hear the meaning. However, he was pretending to be dumbfounded, and his face was smiling as always.
"It's not an ordinary soldier, right?" Lao Ganzi asked tentatively in a low voice, "Which special force is it?"
Yan Fenghuo laughed: "Let me tell you, platoon leader, I am just taller and bigger. When will I be able to be associated with the special forces? Just kidding, hahaha..."
"I'm not kidding." Lao Zhanzi grabbed Yan Fenghuo's right hand with a serious face, gently stroked the calluses on it and said: "I am the best at shooting guns in my life, and the calluses in the tiger's mouth of your palm are more than mine.
This is caused by holding a gun frequently. I am sure that the calluses on your right shoulder are also very thick, and the calluses on the left shoulder are similar to the calluses on the right shoulder. Am I right?"
Hearing this, Yan Fenghuo couldn't help but look at the old man with admiration. The other man was right. The calluses on his left and right shoulders were almost the same.
Conventional troops generally shoot from one side, and left-handers are not excluded. But the real special forces does not mean that you can use your right hand to use guns without practicing your left hand. In battle, the enemy's position and angle from you are unpredictable and necessary.
Sometimes the left and right hands must be interchanged. So even if you are familiar with using a gun with your right hand, you must train your left hand in the same way as your right hand.
The old man smiled, lit a cigarette, and patted Yan Fenghuo's shoulder hard. He patted Yan Fenghuo very hard, and he was full of trust.
If counter-terrorism in the northwest is a fight with death, then the southwest battlefield is a battle between justice and evil. The only difference is the cruelty of the battle. Here, you may directly face international mercenaries who fight for money.