Wearing dramas starts from Changjin Lake

Chapter 87
After the exercise, a helicopter landed in the open space of the headquarters of the 702 regiment.

A few guys who were wrapped in camouflage almost as much as the first-line combat troops jumped out of the plane. They were so familiar with the Red Army's headquarters that they walked straight to the well-disguised headquarters tent without even looking at it.

The guards of the 702nd Heavy Armored Regiment watched warily—looking at these "enemies" who had tortured them for a whole day and night.

Several officers from the Special Operations Brigade came in, and the leader, the guy named Railway, knew his position very well, so he walked to the seat opposite to the head of the group, Wang Qingrui, and sat down without guidance.

Wang Qingrui looked at him, and he looked at Wang Qingrui.

Wang Qingrui took out a cigarette from the cigarette case at hand and put it in his mouth, and it seemed obvious that he didn't intend to give one to the other party.

The railway had no choice but to take one by itself, and lit it with Wang Qingrui's lighter. It seemed that he definitely didn't intend to light it for the other party.

Wang Qingrui grabbed the opponent's wrist and dragged the still burning kerosene lighter onto his own cigarette.

Not only the officers of the 702nd regiment, but also the officers of the two special operations brigades were all in a daze.

They didn't know the relationship between the commander Railway and the 702 regiment. In fact, the railway was also a soldier who went out from the Seventh Steel Company.

The railway first broke the silence: "You intend to use your headquarters as bait?"

"En." Wang Qingrui hummed.

The railway was very annoyed: "I was fooled."

"You were fooled."

"Eating your headquarters is considered a complete victory. But once the battle starts, how many complete victories will there be? I should try my best to destroy your logistics supply line! But I have to admit that you have a transport company commander who is willing to run away .”

Wang Qingrui nodded: "I also have a question, I have been looking for your headquarters."

The railway smiled: "Is it not found?"

"I didn't find it."

"It's far away in the sky, but close in front of you. My headquarters is right in front of you."

Wang Qingrui took a puff of cigarette: "My thoughts were imprisoned, and I kept staring at the ground, but I couldn't find it. But my soldiers found it, and your headquarters has been flying in the sky, right?"

The railroad candidly admitted: "That's right. I can keep in touch with my fighters in real time to attack any of your nodes."

"How many people are there in your headquarters?"

"Nine. Including a data terminal."

Wang Qingrui took a look at his headquarters. Nearly a hundred full-time personnel connected more than a dozen links from the headquarters to the front. There were more than nine sub-departments in this tent alone. There was a huge sand table and various equipment of various names. Dozens of tons of camouflage equipment, as well as the huge fortifications built by the entire engineering company.

"My headquarters is too large, it is behind!"

"Technology is constantly developing. Our Bei. Dou. Satellite positioning system has been successfully researched. This time I use it to determine the position of each of my team members."

Wang Qingrui naturally understands the gap in technology. "I lost in the battle mechanism and computer programming. It needs to be corrected, even if it takes three or five years, or even ten or 20 years!"

Railway Road: "The headquarters will tell you that the army's development of informationization is the real purpose of this confrontation exercise!"

Wang Qingrui sighed: "What you said has been hit by one of my soldiers!"

The railway was very curious. This was the third time Wang Qingrui had heard about that soldier: "What's his name?"

"His name is Gao Fei, and he is the grandson of the old chief."

Having said this, Wang Qingrui hurriedly shut up, took a puff of a cigarette, and thought what was wrong, but he was accidentally tricked out, what if the railway company took a fancy to someone and came to poach him in the future?
Tie Tie laughed: "So it was him?! I heard that he joined the Seventh Steel Company, but he was trained to be a good soldier! The Seventh Company Commander, Gao Cheng, is really a father without a son!"

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The infantry fighting vehicles of the Seventh Steel Company roared back, and the soldiers on board seemed a little tired. This was obviously not a great victory, but the Seventh Steel Company saved a little face for the 702 regiment.

The chariot that was destroyed by the armed helicopter during the confrontation was waiting on the side of the road, and when the brigade passed by, it followed behind disgruntled.

In the 207-step chariot, the three squads of soldiers sat silently, and they sat upright and solemn like a guard of honor.

Because now Lieutenant Colonel Yuan Lang is sitting among them—a captive hitchhiking, and also the "chief" in their eyes.

Yuan Lang glanced at this and that, looking very happy.

"Is your eight-one bar okay?"

Gan Xiaoning replied: "Report, it's okay!"

"What does it mean? The soldier who captured the spoils, you come to answer, how does the 95 rifle feel?"

Gao Fei replied: "95 is relatively light in weight, has small recoil, the power of the whole gun is stable, and the overall layout is reasonable. After a few shots, I can't tell at the moment."

Yuan Lang nodded: "Compared to your Bayi bars, how do you feel?"

"I think the Bayi Bar is actually good, but the problem with our gun is that the aiming baseline is too high. Yesterday, one of our snipers was killed by you because of this."

Yuan Lang glanced at him and asked, "Soldier, what's your name?"

"Goofy."

Yuan Lang nodded, remembering his name, and then asked: "What weapon did that sniper of yours use? Killed four of my team members, not bad."

Gan Xiaoning said: "Report to the chief, it's the [-]th spy!"

Xu Sanduo interjected: "Report to the chief, Sagittarius... Sagittarius is called Chengcai."

Yuan Lang narrowed his eyes again, staring at Xu Sanduo: "Your name is your name, little brother?"

"My name is... this..."

Yuan Lang was amused: "Your name is this? There are hundreds of surnames with this surname?"

Wu Liuyi explained: "His name is Xu Sanduo, the chief!"

Yuan Lang smiled: "Is it the nickname Resolute Eye?"

Xu Sanduo hesitated in a low voice: "I'm sorry... I made a mistake again."

Yuan Lang smiled and looked at all the people in the car: "Why are you so brave to admit your mistakes? Or are you so eager to admit your mistakes?"

Xu Sanduo explained: "I always do wrong things..."

Yuan Lang asked: "What's wrong, is it because I was arrested?"

Xu Sanduo said: "It's not because of this...it's because a friend of mine wanted to perform well in the confrontation...you killed him...I'm afraid he won't have the chance to become a non-commissioned officer..."

Wu Liuyi couldn't bear it anymore and shouted, "Xu Sanduo!"

He immediately turned to Yuan Lang: "Chief, he couldn't express clearly, not because of this reason, but because of the sense of honor and responsibility of Steel Seventh Company..."

Yuan Lang waved his hand, interrupted the high-sounding scene, and said to Xu Sanduo: "I understand! I'm sorry for that friend of yours."

He bowed to everyone in the car a little too solemnly: "I'm sorry."

Everyone in the car looked a little embarrassed, and they didn't know whether they should accept Yuan Lang's apology.

Shi Jin, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said to Yuan Lang his first words after getting into the car: "It's okay, Chief. You don't need to apologize, the drill is actual combat. In the drill, you are the enemy of our Seventh Steel Company."

Yuan Lang's apology contained another layer of meaning. He was very clear about the purpose of this exercise. Judging from the current results, the 702nd Regiment's fully armored assault model was no longer suitable for future wars. Therefore, knowing that the Seventh Steel Company may be about to be reorganized, he expressed deep sympathy for this group of soldiers.

The field kitchen truck that claimed to have been destroyed by a "stealth fighter" started moving again, and the chief of staff Huang Lidong yelled loudly at the convoy driving back by the roadside: "Listen to me, everyone who is gluttonous or not! Tonight, all companies have a big dinner! Everyone! Eat whatever you want, make whatever you want, open the beer and drink it!"

Hearing that there was going to be a dinner in the evening, the soldiers suddenly became emotional. They rubbed their shriveled bellies and swallowed their saliva as hard as they could, because they had been living on field rations for a whole day and night, and they were already starving.

(End of this chapter)