The first thing Geng Zhijun did after breaking through the siege was the first thing he did after he ran out of the siege, contacted the other two teams, and informed the entire process of the failure of the operation.
The other two teams had a very bad marching. Perhaps they were not lucky. They encountered much more dangers in the jungle than Ye Huan and the others. Not only were they attacked by poisonous snakes and beasts, but He Ping's team was also attacked by He Ping when he was camping a few days ago.
The team actually encountered miasma, one team member died of poisoning, and the other team members' bodies were also affected. The trip slowed down. Geng Zhijun asked their location and found out that the other two teams were still two days away from them.
The current situation is very serious. The failure of the two teams to meet as planned means that Geng Zhijun's team must face hundreds of vicious drug dealers alone.
Geng Zhijun should feel very lucky because this operation happened to bring Ye Huan. If Ye Huan hadn't just caught the intuition in his mind before the battle, the outcome of the entire special operations team would probably be very bad now.
This is a carefully designed trap, and the target of the trap naturally points to the entire special operations team. Judging from the gunfire from all directions today, the drug dealers used at least three or four hundred militants this time, and formed a complete encirclement of the special operations team.
The purpose is to wipe them out all in the jungle, and their hearts are vicious.
Although several people in the Tianxing Special Forces Team suffered gunshot wounds, their injuries were not serious, and no one died. They were ambushed but were able to escape unscathed. I have to say that this is a huge miracle.
Everyone's eyes suddenly looked at the creator of the miracle. What was completely different from the disappointed look when Ye Huan asked to divide the troops before was that everyone's expressions were full of emotion, and they were dragged from the abyss of death.
Come out, this kind of kindness is magnificent.
Comrades who scoop rice in the same pot naturally would not say pretentious words such as life-saving grace. The soldiers who were out of trouble bandaged each other's wounds as if nothing had happened, while the uninjured comrades caught Ye laughing and laughing.
Huan's neck, knocked him, and pinched him, making the oil paint on Ye Huan's face look like it had just come out of the pit.
Ye Huan let them knock and pinch it, his face was calm, but he turned his head and said to the jackal: "Look, you have said you should not save these grandchildren, look at their attitude towards their life-savior..."
A special forces member stood up and knocked him hard, and scolded him with a smile: "You are a few minutes late, which made me bite my arm. I haven't settled the score with you yet.
I have the nerve to call myself a life-saving benefactor.”
At this time, it was several kilometers away from the ambush site just now. Everyone was nestled in a relatively safe bush to recuperate. Geng Zhijun counted the injuries of the team members and the ammunition consumption data, then summoned everyone and said solemnly: "Brothers, just now
You have all realized how dangerous that war was. Here I want to give you a review. I miscalculated the truth of the information. I didn't expect that the information was just a trap made by the drug dealers on us.
I apologize to everyone. After I go back, I will write my mistakes in writing and report to the military chief and party committee, and ask for punishment.”
Everyone was stunned, and then waved their hands repeatedly with smiles.
"Political Commissar, whether the information is true or not does not matter to you. It was originally given to you by your superiors. Even if you hold it accountable, you will not be held accountable."
"That's right, why do you have to put your shit on your head? Whose responsibility should be, your brothers know what it is."
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Everyone exonerated Geng Zhijun. In fact, the responsibility should not be borne by the political commissar. The Golden Triangle was originally a very complex area. Since the 1950s, the personnel composition of the Golden Triangle area has become complicated. Chinese, Myanmar
People, Thais, each occupy a territory, each calls generals, sell drugs, and use si arms. This place has almost become a paradise for criminals. In such a complex situation, it is actually very normal to misjudgment a certain piece of information.
Unexpectedly, Geng Zhijun is a person who likes to be serious. He stubbornly shook his head and said solemnly: "I am the one who leads the army. When Ye Huan raised questions, I not only did not pay full attention to his opinions, but instead scolded him in the name of the superiors.
, suppress him and almost brought everyone into the underworld. I can't escape this responsibility, so don't say anything about it, the responsibility is settled!"
Turning his head and looking at Ye Huan, Geng Zhijun's eyes were filled with apology and feeling.
"Here I want to thank Comrade Ye Huan in front of everyone. He questioned the false information in advance, and was not afraid of the scolding of his superiors. He bravely upholds the truth and sticks to himself. When his comrades were in desperate situation, he and Hong were also the ones who were both in the middle of the army.
The three comrades of Wolf and Jackal fought desperately to help everyone break through the siege and avoid the tragic ending of our entire army. Here I salute Comrade Ye Huan on behalf of all the members of the Special Forces Team!"
After saying that, Geng Zhijun stood at attention and saluted Ye Huan with a standard military salute.
All the rescued team members also looked awe-inspiring, and they stood up and saluted Ye Huan at the same time.
Ye Huan's eyes were a little wet, and his heart was filled with emotion.
Ye Huan grew up in a welfare dean and lived for half his life. He was despised, ridiculed, bullied, and beaten. In these bumpy experiences, he was not so serious.
Respect for me.
This salute from everyone made him feel the feeling of being respected for the first time in his life. It turned out that this feeling was so heartwarming. While feeling those pure and clear eyes, his heart seemed to have been sublimated.
Ye Huan was solemn, stood up straight, and replied to everyone with a military salute. Everyone looked at each other and smiled, and a tacit understanding in his heart seemed to be becoming more and more profound.
"I'm not here, I'm not here..." Ye Huan put down his hand and returned to his inappropriate face. He laughed and said, "No gifts are all, don't hold them up. I was thinking about the favors that everyone owed me.
It’s so big, and after you go back, you can’t invite me to have a drink alone? As a result, you salute and you have to pay for your favor. In the future, I still have to pay for my own money. Do you think I’m going to be unfair?…”
Everyone was stunned, and then they laughed angrily: "This dog-dog-dog-like mouth cannot spit out ivory."
Geng Zhijun, who had a serious face, also smiled rare now, patted Ye Huan's shoulder and said, "I have two bottles of Maotai that have been hidden for fifteen years. I will give them all to you when I go back."
Ye Huan was so happy that he kept thanking him. After laughing for a while, Ye Huan looked at the sky and said, "Political Commissar, the matter has been broken, and the helicopter should come to pick us up, right?"
Geng Zhijun's smile gradually calmed down, he glanced at him, and said slowly: "Who said we are going back?"
Ye Huan was stunned for a moment, and Qiqi said, "If you don't go back? Why are you still here?"
Geng Zhijun said lightly: "Before departure, Captain He and I have issued a military order to Commander Chen. If the task is finished, we will come to see you. Not only has the task not been completed, but we have also fallen into this jungle, which almost makes people After making dumplings, you said, do we have the right to go back?"
Ye Huan's face collapsed and almost cried: "I don't know what you think. Anyway, I think life is very important and you can't let it go, but the skin is really empty and ethereal. You can ask for it or not. …”
Geng Zhijun was angry: "I just praised you, and you are reborn again. You are so greedy and afraid of death that you look like a firm revolutionary soldier? If the enemy catches you, you may not have to torture you, and you will be able to take everything yourself... ”
"No, don't insult my personality!" Ye Huan was so angry that she blushed: "...at least she had to use a beauty trick to make another move, right?"
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"The sacred mission of soldiers is to complete the tasks assigned to us by the country. If we don't clean up the drug dealers, we will never go back even if we die!" Geng Zhijun made a decisive move.
Everyone seemed to be infected, and they all agreed loudly, and for a moment, the crowd was excited and the fighting spirit was high.
Ye Huan shrank his neck and looked around, muttering with a sad face: "This is not a fucking soldier. It's obviously a group of outlaws. I'm the only one left with me..."
"Report to the political commissar!... Can I take a sick leave first?" Ye Huan, who had fought for his life, became timid, so he applied to be a deserter with shamelessness.
Unexpectedly, Geng Zhijun was generous this time and nodded without hesitation: "Okay, go back alone first. As your political commissar, I have the responsibility to tell you that this jungle is very big and full of dangers. If you can walk alive by yourself Go out, I will take your surname in the future!”
Ye Huanyu cried without tears. At this moment, he felt like he was tied up with a ticket, and the kidnappers didn't want to pay the ransom, and he was determined to tear the ticket...
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"Political Commissar, tell me, how do you plan to deal with that group of drug dealers? I'm leaving this place for more than 100 pounds today." Ye Huan sighed weakly.
Eleven people carried a few broken microscopic attacks against hundreds of well-armed militants... Ye Huan seriously doubted whether Geng Zhijun had just broken up before leaving, and had a mentality of seeking death. He dragged everyone to the back... …
Geng Zhijun took out a military map from his backpack, looked carefully for a while, pointed to the map and said in a deep voice: "Look, we are now in the northwest of the jungle. Before departure, I carefully studied the map and showed it according to the satellite map icon. ,This place, in the deep forest to the southwest, there is a small village. The military district staff analyzed the photos taken by satellites. We have reason to believe that this village is likely to be the leader of a drug dealer, and the locals call it "General Menggu" The drug lord Hongba is the base of the drug dealer, and this Hongba is the head of the drug dealer to be eliminated in this mission. He also arranged an ambush to make us fall into trouble."
"Menggu...Hongba...Political Commissar, is this damn surname Meng or Hong?"
"Menggu is a place name in Myanmar. Hongba is his name and it is a transliteration name. Foreigners are different from our Chinese... In short, his name is Hongba, but his surname is not Hong."
"Hongba is a new drug lord in Myanmar in recent years. Everyone may not be familiar with his name, but when it comes to the once-provoking drug king Kunsha, I believe everyone has an impression that this Hongba was once Kunsha.
The most powerful subordinate under his command is vicious and vicious. Because his father, who is also a drug dealer, died under the guns of the anti-drug police in the border, Hongba extremely hated the Chinese and has sniped the border armed police several times in recent years.
All the incidents were out of his instruction, which was also the biggest reason why the military region decided to destroy him."
Geng Zhijun pointed to the map and said, "The intelligence of this operation has been confirmed to be a trap, so our original plans have been cancelled. My opinion is to make a big detour from the northwest of the jungle where we are now, and to bypass the rear.
The militants we pursue, we go around a big circle in this jungle, and then…”
The rough fingers were like a sharp sword that was unsheathed, and they were inserted into the southwest of the map. Geng Zhijun had a bit of fierceness on his face and said with a grim voice: "... Let's take the old nest of Hongbana.
Now!"
There was silence around, and everyone stared at Geng Zhijun's fierce face, but they didn't know how to react for a moment.
Geng Zhijun's fierce appearance quickly calmed down, and changed into a smiling expression, with a gentle face: "What do you think of my opinion? Tell me your thoughts, speak freely, express your opinions, and let me bloom all over my head. Is it spring that the flowers bloom together...
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There is still silence around...
Ye Huan's face twitched a few times, tears quickly surged in his eyes. He looked up at the sky and murmured with a crying voice: "Dad, Uncle Fifth, God... I'm walking on my back and leading the army.
He's a psychopath..."
A few wisps of black smoke emerged from Geng Zhijun's head: "…………”
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It is obviously unrealistic to nest in the bushes and wait to meet with the other two teams. Drug dealers are still searching for them nearby, and everyone is at risk of being shot by others at any time.
So Geng Zhijun thought about it for a while, and finally gritted his teeth and patted the board. The jungle detoured and took Hongba's nest!
People are group animals. The so-called "group" means that when most people suddenly go crazy and decide to do something very different, then the only person who is sober can't keep it alone, no matter what you want.
If you don’t want to, you must do this very different thing with everyone.
During the eight-day jungle marching, an idea lingers in Ye Huan's mind, that is, "Everyone is crazy, I'm awake alone." However, he had to pretend to be crazy and stupid to do this thing with everyone.
It’s not that he doesn’t want to be a deserter, but that being a deserter is a dead end, because he will definitely not be able to get out of this jungle by himself.
Advancing is death, and retreating is death, so Ye Huan had to die with everyone.
Eleven people rushed to attack the drug lord's business for many years, and they were as solid as a nest...
Ye Huan feels like she is going crazy these days.
God is very proud. After eight days of jungle marching, eleven special operations teams appeared intact in the outer area of the village where Hongba was stationed, and without a trace...
In the telescope, the village is heavily guarded, and countless militants carrying various weapons walk back and forth. In the fields outside the village, a large number of beautiful little flowers are planted, with bright and beautiful faces, and they are matched with the compact and orderly
, a farmhouse with a very exotic flavor, this quiet and pleasant picture is so beautiful that it can be regarded as a computer desktop for literary youths.
However, everyone knows that those little red and purple flowers that are almost charmingly beautiful are the source of all evil in the world, and the raw material for all drugs - poppy.
And those farmhouses that seem quiet and peaceful and peaceful, living in them are drug dealers who are murderous without blinking, as vicious as snakes, and fierce as wolfs. How fierce are these militants Ye Huan
I don't know, he only knows whether these guys eat meat or not. If they fall into their hands, they will probably be cooked alive with their skin and bones.
The village is surrounded by mountains, and there are several high tower observation posts along the periphery. Four-ting anti-aircraft machine guns are mounted on the commanding heights on both sides of the southwest. The shooter behind the machine gun is holding Erlang Tui and sucking cigarettes leisurely, making a "picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence"
A leisurely expression.
What made Ye Huan even more frightened was that there were two fucking armored vehicles painted with mi colors parked on an open space in the middle of the village!
Ye Huan put down the telescope tremblingly and handed it back to Geng Zhijun, with his expression as sad as if his biological father had died...
How to fight this battle? To describe them as "mand mantle arms blocking the chariot", it seems that they have seriously raised their "mand mantle arms".
"Political Commissar, I'll ask you a question at the end..." Ye Huan's eyes flashed with crystal tears.
"Ask."
"...Are you really heartbroken before you set out? So you have this kind of idea of seeking death..."
"My son is three years old, and my wife and I are also very loving." Geng Zhijun replied lightly without even looking at him.
"That's when you were dumped by the mistress, or you suddenly found that your son looked like Uncle Wang next door..." Ye Huan stubbornly made reasons for Geng Zhijun's death-seeking behavior.
Several other team members burst into laughter when they heard this.
"Ye Huan, your mouth is too bad. Be careful that after you go back, your sister-in-law rushed into the military camp and beat you with a rolling pin..."
Geng Zhijun's face turned green with anger. He pointed at Ye Huan fiercely and said angrily: "Wait, I'll deal with you when I go back!"
Turning his head around and looking around, Geng Zhijun said in a deep voice: "Comrades, after eight days of detour, we have successfully arrived at the periphery of Hongba Village. If we can kill this village and kill the drug lord Hongba, our mission this time will be considered.
It's done, now everyone is talking about it, is there any way to get rid of it?"
Everyone looked at each other, scratched their heads for a long time, no one said anything.
In the corner beside him, Ye Huan's sound of beating came quietly.
"I suggest that the political commissar tie a red cloth strip on his head, then rush towards Hongba with his ** bag, shout a few slogans, and die with Hongba. In an hour, we will announce to the world media that the Blue Sword Special Forces Team