Special Years

Yan Fang is also an old soldier.

It is said that people are old, ghosts are old.

But this time, it was his turn to be a little bit confused.

Because when the first day passed, according to the reports from the various units of Division D, the training personnel of the entire "Red Arrow" brigade seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

On the first night, the entire D Division was on standby, the sentry was tripled, and a mobile team was dispatched to circle the camp.

However, no movement...

Early the next morning, Yan Fang got up and sat behind his desk in his room, smoking several cigarettes.

After thinking about it for a long time, I didn't understand what kind of medicine this Han self-proclaimed gourd was selling.

Originally imagined the contest between the various recruits and the D division artillery did not appear at all, which made Yan Fang feel as if he had clenched his fist and hit the cotton.

At noon the next day, Yang Guoqing rushed over, and when he opened the door and saw him, Yan Fang complained.

"I said you're not afraid of those people who choose the training team staring at you? What a nonsense!"

Yang Guoqing said: "Old Chief, don't worry. I have sent people to search the mountains and jungles around every camp around here, but there is no one!"

"Are you sure!?" Yan Fang still couldn't believe the arrogant Han Zizheng only had this little pee.

Yang Guoqing patted his chest and said, "Old Chief, you know me, I don't dare to say anything else, but if you are serious about doing things, who in our company can compare to me back then?"

Yan Fang thought about it and felt that it was not wrong.

Yang Guoqing, you have to say that he is talented. Being an officer is not a good material, but it is more serious.

People are afraid to do things seriously.

When Yang Guoqing was an artilleryman, everyone was smarter than him when he first joined the company, but a year later, Yang Guoqing's hands were peeling off three layers of cocoons. Other soldiers were smarter than him, but not as serious as him.

People practiced ten times, but he practiced a hundred times, or even a thousand times.

In the second year of the annual artillery training competition, he scored 4.93 points in the achievement method, 4.65 points in the precision method, and got a perfect score in the bomb test method.

How much sweat and effort went into it, Yan Fang, who was the battalion commander back then, can clearly see.

It can be said that Yang Guoqing's ability to become the head of the regiment today is inseparable from his seriousness.

Yan Fang went back to his chair and sat down.

"National Day, what are you talking about?" He couldn't help asking his subordinates' views as a superior.

Yang Guoqing said, "I think there are two possibilities."

"Tell me."

"The first possibility." Yang Guoqing said confidently: "It's the people in the special brigade who think that the problem you set up is unsolvable. Instead of being caught one by one, it's better not to come and just withdraw."

Yan Fang said: "I don't think Han Zizheng is such a person. You talk about the second possibility."

Yang Guoqing said: "The second possibility is that they deliberately held back their troops and waited until the early morning of tomorrow to catch us by surprise. If this possibility is true, it will be time for them to dispatch their nests from midnight to dawn today."

Yan Fang nodded slowly and said, "I think your second guess is more reliable. Although Han Zizhen said that I didn't have in-depth contact, he is arrogant and arrogant, and it is not so easy to admit defeat."

After he finished speaking, he put out the cigarette in the ashtray and said, "keep your snacks. I think something may happen after dark tonight."

"Okay! Old chief, I promise that I will catch one of their special teams, and I will catch one pair! Their individual soldiers are very good, but they can't handle the number of us! I don't believe they are all three heads and six arms Nezha. !"

Looking at the back of Yang Guoqing's departure, Yan Fang walked to the window, couldn't help but opened the corner of the window, and glanced out cautiously.

In the camp at noon, the soldiers came back from the dining hall with rice bowls in twos and threes, apparently having just eaten.

Yang Guoqing's car skillfully crossed the cement road beside the playground and disappeared into the doorway in the distance.

After staying up for a few more hours, the afternoon passed, and it was finally dark at seven o'clock in the evening.

Yan Fang continued to sit in the room and wait.

Wait, wait, but haven't heard anything strange happening in the surrounding camps.

He even imagined a possibility - that is, Han Zizhen deliberately stunned the snake, deliberately created a little chaos around the camp to make him feel unsafe, and then transferred away in a car, so that he could lock himself.

He has made enough mental preparations that even if the sky is blown up outside, he will not show his face, and he will never leave the duty room of the battalion headquarters before seven o'clock tomorrow morning.

After eight o'clock, the phone on the table finally rang.

Yan Fang suddenly grabbed the microphone and put it to his ear. Sure enough, the voice of the head of the regiment, Yang Guoqing, came from inside.

"Old Chief! I was right! They really acted!"

"Action? Where is it?" Yan Fang hurriedly asked.

Yang Guoqing laughed loudly on the other end of the phone, and said, "They didn't even touch the point correctly. They went to the first battalion. However, our patrol sentinels found them and caught two of them."

"Caught two of them?" Yan Fang thought it was a little incredible. Although those recruits were not necessarily the best of the reconnaissance unit, they were also the best of the infantry of the field army. How could they be so easily captured by Yang Guoqing's howitzer regiment of Division D? Artillery caught?

It's so embarrassing!

Han boasted and said how vicious his vision for picking soldiers was. Now it seems that this kid has no real ability after bragging!

Yang Guoqing made a promise on the phone, saying that after this battle, he had already figured out the ability of those soldiers to choose and train, and let Yan Fang put a hundred hearts, and Han claimed that he would lose.

Yan Fang's many years of military career have given him a habitual experience, when things go smoothly, the more cautious he must be.

He resisted Yang Guoqing and continued to strengthen his guard. Don't take it lightly. Maybe Han claimed that he was deliberately releasing water, which made Yang Guoqing and other commanders of the regiment feel that the training of soldiers was just a bunch of parallel imports with little ability, and then waited for everyone to be careless. When the time is really moving.

"National Day, remember not to be careless, I think Han is showing his weakness on purpose." He still didn't believe that the selected soldiers would be caught by the artillery so easily, and added: "I feel that something is going to happen later!"

Yang Guoqing once again assured Yan Fang that he should rest early and nothing will happen tomorrow morning.

Not long after I put down the phone, it rang again.

Yan Fang heard the call this time. It was the commander of Division D, who said that many small teams trying to infiltrate the barracks were found outside the camp tonight. captured.

This news shocked Yan Fang again.

I thought to myself, Han Zixuan, Han Zixuan, I, Yan Fang, really misunderstood you. It seems that you are the modern Zhao Kuo.

It's only eight o'clock, and five teams have already been arrested.

If there are four or five people in a squad, then at least one-third of the troops will be lost.

Next, there are still more than ten hours, this game of cat and mouse like fighting beasts and chess, do you really continue to play?

Sitting in the chair, he pinched his brows and thought for a long time. Yan Fang had already given up any hope for Han Zizheng. This was the end of the matter. Instead, it was time to think about whether he would let the leader of the "Red Arrows" team go back to the military area. Captain Zhang Hui came over to talk to him about the "Hunter" squad that Han claimed to be building.

Military spending is always tense, and good steel is used on the edge of the knife.

There is no need to set up such a force as Han Self-proclaimed, because it has no meaning, it is just a parallel import force based on theoretical reports and lip service.

I am quite familiar with Zhang Hui, the captain of the "Red Arrows" brigade. He is an extremely professional and dedicated professional soldier. He has always been resolute and prudent in his work. Being fooled by a young man like Han Zizhen, he actually ran to him to give him the green light.

To put it bluntly, this time the selection training also cost a lot of manpower and material resources. I was actually blind, and I actually believed the famous Han self-proclaimed, and believed what he said about "professional sniper" and "new era" Special Operations", follow him to weave the emperor's new clothes.

Thinking about being irritable, I took the cigarette case again, took a cigarette from it and planned to light it.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

This time, it was not the landline on the table, but his own mobile phone.

I took the phone and looked at the number, and it was actually home.

"Hello? Ru Ping, what's the matter?"

"Old Yan, where are you?" His wife Ru Ping's anxious voice came from the microphone.

Yan Fang said, "Didn't I tell you that I am staying at the grassroots level?"

"Can you hurry back? Hurry back once!? Something happened at home... something happened..." Ru Ping's voice sounded like she wanted to cry~www.novelmt.com~ Yan Fang's heart skipped a beat With an ominous premonition, the man stood up from the chair and hurriedly asked: "Don't worry, if you have something to say, tell me, what happened?"

"Lele is gone!" Ru Ping finally couldn't help it and started sobbing, saying, "Our son is gone, and he hasn't come home since get out of class. I called all the classmates he might go to, but couldn't find him. When I arrived, I called the teacher later, and the teacher said that he left get out of class on time at 5:30. You said... Could it be... could it be a human trafficker..."

"impossible!"

Yan Fang's face turned slightly blue.

Lele was only ten years old. He was busy with his career in his early years and spent all day in the army. This child was born at the age of thirty-four.

I'm only in the fourth grade now, and I'm in the primary school near the military dormitory compound. The distance is less than 300 meters. There are many troops there. How could something happen?

Grandma's, the traffickers actually broke ground on the family members of the military! ?

"Don't panic, maybe he's just playing games with people..." The only thing Yan Fang can comfort himself is that his son Lele likes to play Street Fighter, and sometimes he plays in the game room near the school a few.

I used to go there to look for Lele myself, this kid... It really doesn't make people worry...

"No! Old Yan, do you think I'll call you if I don't find all the places!? After so many years, did I dare to call you when you were working?! Tell you, Yan Fang! If my son has a What, we can't survive in this house!"

Yan Fang's scalp exploded.

Listening to the tone, Ru Ping is really helpless, and it seems that she is about to collapse.

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