Special Years

There is no never-ending feast.

The day of separation finally came.

That day, Zhuang Yan got up early, lightly picked up his rucksack and luggage, and stood on the lawn waiting for the car to pick him up.

It is said that they will go to the division headquarters to teach the brigade to assemble, and then they will be picked up by vehicles sent by the military region.

The lawn was newly paved, exuding a strong earthy smell, and the edges were surrounded by broken bricks, neatly lined up into squares.

What the troops do is to be disciplined and uniform.

"Let's go, go to the battalion headquarters to gather." He looked at the electronic watch in his hand seriously, and said, "There are ten minutes left."

"Where's Lao Xu?" asked solemnly.

"I have arrived."

Xu Xingguo suddenly appeared from behind like a ghost, startling Zhuang Yan, and couldn't help but say, "Fuck, your kid walks silently?"

Xu Xingguo stopped talking, and walked forward with his rucksack on his back.

Seriously smiled at Zhuang Yan, as if to say that Lao Xu is like this, don't worry about it.

The two picked up their things and followed Xu Xingguo to the battalion headquarters.

This time, the 273rd regiment was selected as a total of 16 tops, including 5 from the three battalions and 3 from the eighth company.

In fact, Eight Lian is considered a talented person.

It's a pity that the 1st Division has to be adapted into an amphibious mechanized unit due to the military reform. Otherwise, a company commander like Zhang Jianxing, who is a motorcycle professional, is likely to create greater brilliance on this stage.

But now everything can only be hypothetical.

Just like Yin Xiancong, who was about to be retired at the beginning, everyone in this army, whether officers or soldiers, is difficult to survive in the tide of army reform and upgrading.

Time is also fate!

Three battalion headquarters, 5 soldiers have arrived.

The deputy battalion commander called the name, led the team in person, and brought 5 people to the regiment headquarters.

It used to take two hours by car to get to the regimental headquarters from Eighth Company, but now it takes less than twenty minutes to walk.

At the entrance of the regiment headquarters, Captain Wei Xuefeng was there, as were many candidates from other battalions.

He recognized Majesty, and looked up and down this outstanding private.

"Boy, I'm very impressed with you." He said, "You're the top shooter of the Third Battalion and Eighth Company, right?"

Li Zheng said solemnly: "Report to the head! You are absolutely right!"

Wei Xuefeng sighed and said, "What a pity! I can't keep you! Speaking of which, I'm full of anger. Why should my good soldiers be picked up by others!"

After speaking, I may feel that as the leader of the regiment, saying such a thing will seem petty. He glanced at the dozen or so soldiers in front of him, and said, "Okay! In any case, I wish you all the best in the new army. Great achievements, no matter where you go, don’t forget, you are still a soldier from our 273rd regiment! Don’t let people look down on our regiment!”

"Yes!"

All the soldiers stood at attention and answered their commander with the loudest voice.

Wei Xuefeng waved his hand and said, "Actually, I don't need to be too distressed. Don't think that if you go to the selection training, you will definitely be able to pass. From what I know about the special team, they have a high elimination rate, and many of you will be returned. , I have no doubts about that."

The staff officer on duty stepped forward and whispered something in Wei Xuefeng's ear.

Wei Xuefeng said, "Time is precious, you have a long way to go today, get in the car!"

The big guy clattered onto the truck.

A total of 16 people piled their rucksacks and luggage at the end of the cab, and they were divided into two rows and sat facing each other on the ground.

The car slowly drove towards the gate along the cement road in the 273 regiment camp. The sky was already bright.

beep-

The driver suddenly honked his horn.

The people in the carriage were suddenly startled and stood up one after another.

On both sides of the road outside the car, many people from the company came over.

Someone waved and shouted, "Goodbye, squad leader!"

Someone is calling someone's name, saying don't be ashamed, do it well!

In the crowd, a red banner suddenly unfolded, which read: Farewell to comrades in arms, and create greater glories!

Under the banner, the instructor Cai Chaolin led the soldiers of the Eighth Company, all of them standing on the side of the road.

Zhuang Yan remembered that when the three of them got up, the rest of the company hadn't gotten up yet, and now they were already near the gate.

This shows that these things have already been prepared, and the company is just hiding the three of them.

The three of solemn, serious and Xu Xingguo were crowded in the back of the carriage, surrounded by people, they finally stretched out their heads and saluted the comrades of their company.

Under the leadership of the deputy squad leader Zuo Xiaoheng, several soldiers from the third squad raised their hands, jumped and shouted, "Squad leader, don't forget us!"

"Squad leader! Come on!"

"Squad leader, you are the best!"

Zhuang Yan felt that he had been a soldier for more than a year, but his **** eye sockets were still so shallow, and tears began to flow unsatisfactorily.

This unit has given me a lot of inspiration.

I grew up from the 273 regiment, like a baby who fell to the ground, and then learned to walk and run here...

He had a hunch that maybe he would never have the opportunity to return to serve as a soldier again in his life, and maybe this was the last time he appeared here as the squad leader of the 3rd Battalion and 8th Company of the 273rd Regiment.

He always salutes, as if the noblest way of salute is not enough to express his feelings for this heroic army.

He stared at each person's face carefully and looked at it carefully, as if to imprint the appearance of each person firmly in his heart.

Instructor Lao Cai, deputy squad leader Zuo Xiaoheng, Gou Ri's Zhao Fugui, former scumbag Wu Xiang...

The car finally left the gate, and the soldiers at the gate gave a gun salute.

Zhuang Zheng sat back in the carriage, and suddenly heard someone crying repressedly in the dark corner of the carriage.

There were not many cars in L town in the early morning, and there was no congestion. The truck quickly left the town and went north along the national road.

The sadness in the carriage was blown away by the influx of wind after a long time.

Everyone began to introduce themselves to each other, the smokers were smoking, and the soldiers gathered together, of course it was bragging.

The center of this discussion is the mysterious special team of the military region.

Special Forces - This term is sacred in the eyes of soldiers, just like a holy place in the eyes of believers. If you have the opportunity and conditions in this life, you must go there for a pilgrimage.

"I heard that the people there are very good, and they are all the best."

"Bragging! I guess it's just a little bit stronger than our spy company Butei platoon."

"Don't brag about your spy company. If you want to brag about it, you should also brag about the reconnaissance company in the division!"

"What happened to the reconnaissance company? Last year, the coaching team had a training camp. We even fought with them. It's nothing special!"

"I guess, isn't it just learning a few more things, maybe it's the same as the pre-training for the squad leader!"

"I don't say anything else, I just like their armband! Wear it on the arm, that one is called a cow!"

"Isn't it just a broken armband! What's so great?!"

"Solemnly, last time I was in the division's top training camp, I heard that you played against the soldiers of their brigade? How?"

Someone finally remembered that before the solemn competition with the soldiers of the special brigade, he had tried shooting subjects.

Zhuang Yan waved his hand and said: "Cough, it's okay, to be honest, it's better than shooting. I'm not afraid to compare with them. If I wasn't familiar with that new gun last time, I might have won him."

"Is it that bad?" The person who asked the question asked in disbelief, "Can you win the special team?"

Zhuang Yan said: "I'm not bragging, the special team is also human, it's impossible to have three heads and six arms, right?"

Someone echoed and said solemnly: "That is, we are all top fighters in the field, what kind of training have you not tried? No matter how hard or tired you are, you can get through it. Don't scare yourself, big guys, when you go there, brothers and sisters must encourage each other. Help, we represent the 1st division, we can't lose the face of our old troops!"

"I heard that this time, a lot of people have been selected from the two army groups and the units directly under the military region to go to the training camp. I estimate that there are almost 200 people participating. If according to what the Korean staff said last time , with only 20 people, wouldn't the elimination rate reach 90%?"

This made everyone silent.

Indeed, according to this elimination rate, how many of the dozen or so people in this car can stay?

"What about him! Anyway, stay if you can, but if you can't, we will still be a big hit when we return to the company!"

At half past nine in the morning, the car arrived at the division headquarters.

After the teaching team got out of the car, unloaded the luggage, and waited for a long time, the car of the military area arrived.

Standing solemnly beside the car, I saw many familiar faces, most of them were from the elite training team, and some were not from the elite training team.

Because, he saw an impressive guy.

That is the "old friend" I met during the coaching team and sea training - Li Yong from the reconnaissance camp!

Depend on!

This kid is here too!

The staff of the 1st Division accompanying the car handed over all the people to Han Zixuan and Sun Hongjian who came from the "Red Arrow" brigade.

Han boasted that he was particularly interested in Zhuang Yan, and when he saw him, he came up and joked: "What, I said we would meet again sooner or later, is this confirmed?"

Zhuang Yan really didn't know how to answer the Han staff in front of him, so he asked: "Han staff, how far is it from here to your training camp?"

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask!" Han Zizhen tapped his solemn hat with a pen, "You have to remember this when you are a soldier, you will know when you go there, and you will know more when you officially join our team. Something I don't know."

These words were cloudy and foggy, and Zhuang Yan was stunned for a while.

Han claimed to have registered all the personnel, and then gathered to call his name. With a wave of his hand, the big guy got on the truck from the military area again.

This time, the car continued to go north.

At first I could still see the town, but later, I found that there were more and more mountains around, and the scenery became more and more desolate.

"It seems to be pulling us into the mountains!" Someone couldn't help but speak.

Hearing that he had entered the mountain, the big guy's heart was suspended again.

Because all soldiers know that the more ruthlessly trained the troops, the less likely they will be in a lively place.

Walking into the mountains is like a bird in the coaching team. It is to drag people to a deserted place, so that you can train without distractions.

What's more, the more mountains there are, the easier it is to get a larger training ground, and the more methods the instructors will use to toss you.

Soon, the national road disappeared, only the loess road and the distant mountains.

The people in the car were blowing hard at first, and it would become more and more silent. In the end, they just looked out of the car quietly, and couldn't say a word of nonsense.

I don't know how far the dirt road went, the car finally turned into a fork, and the speed began to slow down.

Someone couldn't help but said: "Didn't the special team be in the suburbs of G City? Why are they here... It's not like G City."

No one can answer this question.

Everyone has a hunch that something is not going well, that something is going to be bad.

The convoy stopped in front of a large iron gate, with concrete pillars on both sides of the camp gate, and only a red, colorful August 1 military emblem on the upper beam.

There is no sign at the entrance of the camp, which is different from the formal and solemn gate of the 1st Division. There is no external abbreviation of the PLA XXXXX unit. Staff Officer Han jumped from the co-pilot of the lead car and walked towards the gate.

The soldiers in the car couldn't bear it any longer.

Majesty is no exception.

He saw Han Zou went to the duty post at the camp gate, saluted and shook hands with an officer in camouflage uniform and combat boots, saying something.

Zhuang Yan noticed that in addition to an officer at the gate here, there were also two soldiers with live ammunition, both holding Type 95s.

The reason why it is said to be holding is because these two soldiers are completely different from the sentries of the 1st Division and other troops.

They were not wearing regular clothes, nor were they wearing big-brimmed hats, armed belts, white gloves, and automatic rifles on their chests like the sentries at the gate of the 1st Division. It was also a little worn, and there was no big-brimmed hat on his head, but a round camouflage Bonnie hat.

The most critical hand is the latest 95-type automatic rifle. Instead of carrying the gun with the muzzle up, loosen the strap, then grab the handguard in one hand and the gun handle in the other, put your finger next to the trigger guard, the gun The mouth naturally droops toward the lower left, and the person is not standing upright like the guards at the gate of the 1st Division, but constantly walking around in a small area, like a beast waiting for an opportunity to prey in its own territory.

The sentinel occasionally glanced in the direction of the truck, and his eyes were full of vigilance, as if he would face an enemy attack at any time.

"Fuck! So handsome!"

"What kind of hat is that!?"

"That's called the Bennie hat, the patent of the special forces!"

"Nima, no matter what, I want to get one. Even if I'm eliminated, I'll ask them for a hat like this. Too many handsome!"

"Look at their guns, it's 95."

"If we don't come, our teachers will all be replaced by the end of this year."

Zhuang Yan watched all of this silently, then turned back and said to Serenity: "Serious, I don't think it's a good place to live!"

Seriously said: "The Special Forces of the Military Region is elite and solemn. Don't be afraid. We can get through it physically, but many subjects require talent."

"What subject?" asked solemnly.

Serenity suddenly didn't know how to explain the training subjects of the special forces to Zhuang Yan, so he could only smile bitterly: "Many subjects..."

Han Zizheng and the officer finished the formalities, and the gate was quickly pushed open by two sentries.

The car slowly moved inwards, and when he passed the gate, Zhuang Yan saw the two sentries wearing Penny hats looking towards the car, with a meaningful smile on their faces, which made him start to shiver.

The big iron gate slammed shut behind him, and the car swerved along the road in the camp. Only then did Zhuang Yan see the camp clearly.

All kinds of unnamed obstacles and all kinds of strange big pits, it seems that there are some iron circles and other things erected on the field.

Everyone's eyes widened, looking at everything here that was fresh and frightening.

Suddenly, a roar came from ahead.

"Run fast! You rubbish! Run like you, snails are faster than you!"

The roar was loud, and solemnly stuck his head out from the side of the car, and saw soldiers in camouflage uniforms appearing on the roadside, covered in gray-black mud ~www.novelmt.com~ They looked like mud figurines.

These clay figurines carry automatic rifles on their backs, and on their shoulders there is a log that is more than one meter long!

That thing seems to weigh at least a hundred kilograms.

An officer followed these people and kept yelling at them.

"My day! Carry this thing for a run?"

"How many kilograms does that thing weigh?"

"Say less than a hundred pounds."

"Fuck! Your side!"

Someone screamed again.

Everyone looked in the direction the man pointed and saw that on the grass of the training ground, someone was flipping a tire that was about the same height as him.

Those huge tires, at least some kind of bulldozer or loader tire, each weighed nearly two hundred pounds.

"The hair is hanging, it's the end of the calf!"

Just as he was talking, the convoy stopped abruptly.

"Get off! Get off! Hurry up and get off for me!" Han Zixuan's voice came from the side of the car. He passed each car and smashed the board with his fist, "Hurry up!"

Zhuang Yan seemed to have suddenly shuttled back to the recruit company, and quickly picked up his rucksack and jumped out of the car.

As soon as he landed, he looked up and saw the old-fashioned three-story barracks in front of him. Then, he saw a few scarlet characters painted on one of the walls—

"Here, the most comfortable is always yesterday!"

I rely on!

Zhuang Yan cursed secretly in his heart.

He knew that this time something was wrong.

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