Absolute Honor

　　 Camp No. 5.

　　 The second battalion commander Zhang Fakui kept his eyelids twitching tonight, lying on a simple camp bed, turning over pancakes for a long time, and still couldn't fall asleep.

　　 The weather is very hot, but Camp Commander Zhang still sleeps in his clothes tonight. One of the reasons is that there are many mosquitoes in the jungle at night. More importantly, his troops are now facing a group of strictly trained special forces soldiers.

　　 Deal with those lunatics?

　　 Of course, this is not the first time Zhang Fakui has dealt with people from this special force.

　　As the duty force in the military district, special forces of this kind will participate in the red and blue exercises every year. The field forces engage in large-scale tactical campaign drills, and the guys in the special forces engage in special operations all day long.

　　 Reconnaissance, infiltration, raid, beheading, or even grabbing the tongue to engage in kidnapping, all means are used.

　　Thinking about those fascinating guys is a headache.

　　 "Lao Zhang, can't sleep?" The instructor's question came from next door.

　　 The two lived in the same tent. He couldn't sleep. The instructor was the first to know.

　　 "Well, Lao Zhou, I always feel that something is going to happen tonight." Zhang Fakui said.

　　 Instructor Zhou turned over on the camp bed, seemed to think for a moment, and said, “Didn’t we increase the number of guards? I don’t believe those special forces soldiers are really invisible. Can they sneak in under these circumstances?”

"Lao Zhou, of course, it’s not too clear that you graduated from the Political College and engaged in political work. I studied military command in the Army Academy. Back then, one of our cadets was born in a very large background. I have seen it very well. Besides, this time We are responsible for guarding the intelligence box, and we absolutely have to deal with their infiltration, and we must prevent it."

Instructor Zhou sat up in the dark, staring at a dark thing on the bedside of the two people and said, "You have moved the safe here. What are you worried about? Unless they end our camp, I don’t believe it. Now, we have a few hundred people in the camp, but how many small teams are we still in? Besides, we have brother troops on the left and right wings, and they will come around whenever there is a movement. Our field army is not eating dry food, right?"

　　 "Anyway, it's not wrong to be careful." Zhang Fakui walked to the safe and squatted down to check.

　　 This is a safe weighing two hundred catties. According to the predetermined plan, only Zhang Fakui knows the password. It contains the information box set up for this training, and it is also something that the special unit must seize.

　　 As for what the information box was, Zhang Fakui didn't know what it was. It was a green iron box with an LCD screen on top of the lid, but there was no display, and he didn't know what it was doing.

　　 For the battalion commander Zhang Fakui, this kind of reverse osmosis exercise is a bit new. After so many years, this is the first time I have seen the use of a division's power to defend against the infiltration of more than 100 special forces.

　　 looked at his watch, Zhang Fakui was always uneasy at 1:50 in the morning, so he decided to go out to the camp and check the post on the shop.

　　 "battalion commander."

　　 just got up, a voice came from the door.

"Who?!"

　　 Zhang Fakui was a little nervous, and touched the holster on his waist.

　　 "It's me, Li Hongjun from the cooking class."

　　 "Oh! Is it the Red Army?" Zhang Fakui's heart fell back in his stomach, "What's the matter so late?"

　　 A scent came, and Zhang Fakui's heart suddenly brightened.

　　 "Red Army, have you cooked noodles?"

"Yes, it's sliced ​​noodles." Li Hongjun walked in with two large bowls of noodles and put it on the top of the safe. "Didn't you explain it to the battalion commander? Everyone is tired these days, and each company has to stand guard at night. People cook noodles, I think they even do them, and our camp cooking team has to do it, so we made two servings for you and the instructor."

　　 "The Red Army's sliced ​​noodles are my favorite, hand-rolled noodles, good craftsmanship! This Shanxi native makes sliced ​​noodles, which can't be made in other places." Instructor Zhou rolled over and got up from the bed.

　　 "Let's put it aside, go back early to rest, and I will eat by myself later." Zhang Fakui waved at Li Hongjun and told him to go back to rest early.

　　 Waiting for Li Hongjun to leave, Zhang Fakui thought for a while, buckled the armed belt and said to Instructor Zhou: "Old Zhou, please watch it first. I'll check the post."

　　 "Okay! I'll show you your baby." Instructor Zhou rubbed his confused eyes, dragged Ponyza to sit next to the safe, intending to feast on it.

　　 Zhang Fakui got out of his temporary tent, walked towards the camp gate with a flashlight, and checked the fixed post first. This was a routine arrangement.

　　 just walked more than ten meters, two dark shadows came out of a tent.

　　 "Who!? Password!"

　　 "Sturdy wind! Reply!"

　　 "Heavy rain!"

　　 was right the password, Zhang Fakui put down his vigilance and walked over.

　　 "Good commander!" The two soldiers yelled, standing straight.

　　 "You two are mobile whistle?"

　　 Standing in front of Zhang Fakui were two little soldiers with the rank of private soldiers. Their helmets were so low that they didn't seem to dare to look directly at them.

　　 It’s no wonder that when you think about it, private soldiers, of course it’s not so natural to meet the battalion commander.

　　 This year’s privates just left the company. The recruits have a habit. Because they are not very clear about the ranks, they call "the chief" when they meet.

　　 This is also the custom of the army. Many small platoon leaders who go to bring recruits have been addicted to the chief for a few months.

　　 "Yes, chief, we are a mobile whistle."

　　 A very bad Cantonese Mandarin with a strong accent.

　　 "Well, it's been hard work, pay attention, be careful."

　　 After all, Zhang Fakui didn't intend to continue to ask more questions. Little fighters are always shy, and there is nothing to say about asking more.

　　 The mobile outpost patrols the camp and around the camp, so it is not surprising to encounter it.

　　 Zhang Fakui took the flashlight and walked towards the Yingmen a few hundred meters away.

　　 just took a few steps, and suddenly stopped.

　　 There is a feeling that something is wrong with me~www.NovelMTL.com~ I can't remember what's wrong for a while.

　　 stopped and thought for a while, suddenly a thunderbolt flashed through his mind.

Oh shit!

　　 Lao Tzu’s camp did not recruit soldiers from Nanyue this year!

　　Where are the southern Cantonese soldiers! ?

　　 He turned around abruptly and touched the pistol in the gun box at the same time.

　　 Before turning back, a black shadow flashed in front of his eyes, then his feet disappeared, and the whole person "flyed" like clouds and mist...

　　 was hugged by another person's upper body, his hands came up like a snake, and directly sealed his mouth!

　　 Zhang Fakui felt that he was just a live pig in the slaughterhouse, and he was immediately stopped and carried by the two.

　　 hug your legs and fall!

　　The typical scout capture action, he is no stranger to it!

Oops!

　　 came here!

　　 This thought flashed through his mind, and he saw in his sight that he was being carried sideways by the two "Personnel" holding a roll of quilt, and heading towards the camp.

　　 Zhang Fakui twisted his body desperately, like a little movement.

　　 Soon he discovered that it was just a futile effort. The strength of these two privates was amazing. At any rate, he was the commander of a battalion, a dignified major officer, and he couldn't even score a single move.

　　Special Forces!

　　 Everything seems to understand.

　　 How come these guys come in without knowing it? Where else can I get a complete set of field soldiers' equipment?

　　 "Singer, you **** go back and practice your dog-like Mandarin!"

　　 One of the soldiers complained with a low voice to the other.

　　The complained private soldier was dissatisfied and retorted in a low voice, "Stop your lungs, my Mandarin is very standard, okay! In the village of our hometown, my Mandarin is recognized as the best!"