War Military: From 1978

Chapter 309 Chu An's Troubles!
"Comrades, you did a great job today!"

The location where the border special reconnaissance squadron parked.

After all the spoils were loaded onto the trucks, the chief of staff stood in front of the assembled queue.

"Sweat more in peacetime, bleed less in wartime!"

I know your daily training is tough, and your company commander is very strict with you, but your achievements and gains today prove that your company commander is right.

A strict teacher produces a good disciple.

Today, you did not disgrace your company commander, a first-class model hero who came from the battlefield!

After a pause, the chief of staff smiled and said, "I know your squadron doesn't allow drinking, but I'll make an exception for you today."

"When you get back, there will be plenty of alcohol, and soldiers from the cultural troupe will come to perform for you!"

The chief of staff's words clearly brought a look of surprise and delight to all the soldiers.

The performances by the cultural troupe are quite a rare sight these days.

The soldiers in this squadron all enlisted at the end of last year.

After they joined the C Regiment, the C Regiment stayed in the rear, so they never saw the cultural troupe's performances.

Today, they are in for a treat.

"Alright, get in the car, let's go back!" Chu An ordered.

The special reconnaissance squadron is now at the forefront of the entire army.

At least motorization has been achieved.

A squadron has two trucks, two jeeps, and nine three-wheeled motorcycles.

The entire squadron did not raise mules or horses, nor did they use bicycles on a daily basis; it was definitely a high-spec lineup in our army.

Of course, not all of these vehicles could be deployed in a single operation.

This is used depending on the task.

Today, for example, they only drove two jeeps and two trucks.

Everyone got into the car. Chu An, the instructor, the deputy division commander, and the chief of staff rode in the same jeep.

"Your squadron performed very well today, but this is just a warm-up, so don't get cocky!" The chief of staff said to Chu An with a smile in the car.

Chu An nodded with a serious expression: "I know!"

After a pause, Chu An continued, "There's nothing to be proud of. Today's operation was just to let them see blood."

This unit was never intended for this kind of war, and I am very clear about that, and I have always remembered it.

Special forces are not for attacking hilltops.

If our army really wanted to take a hill like this, it would be a piece of cake, and we wouldn't even need Chu An's troops.

Just send any infantry company.

Under the long-range suppression of heavy firepower, the infantry company can simply charge in.

Special forces carry out various special missions.

For example, reconnaissance behind enemy lines, sabotage behind enemy lines, and operations behind enemy lines.

They were deep in enemy territory, with no front, no rear, and not even an identity.

To carry out the most difficult tasks in an environment where everyone is an enemy, to challenge the impossible.

This is what a special forces soldier should do.

Of course, Chu An's troops are still far from reaching that point.

Putting everything else aside, if Chu An's unit were to infiltrate behind enemy lines now, it would be a big question whether even one out of ten of them could return.

There's even a high chance they'll be completely wiped out!

Because their Vietnamese is not yet fluent.

Their ability to disguise themselves is also insufficient.

Of course, this camouflage doesn't refer to the ability to blend into the jungle after wearing a ghillie suit.

This pretense refers to the ability to feign incompatibility with the Vietnamese people.

This problem has been troubling Chu An for a long time.

The Vietnamese army fought a war for decades, resulting in widespread malnutrition among the entire population for just as long.

They all look like monkeys.

She was thin and short, with hardly any flesh on her face.

It's really hard to fake this situation!
The minimum height for soldiers in our army now is 1.6 meters. When Chu An was selecting this batch of soldiers, he gave priority to short people.

However, the overall height of the entire squadron is still generally between 1.6 and 1.7 meters.

Of course, this isn't actually a huge problem.

If someone is a little over 1.6 meters tall, they wouldn't be noticeable if they were alone or in a group and one or a few people were to wander into Vietnamese territory.

Even if Chu An, who is 1.8 meters tall, appears alone, it wouldn't be anything special.

After all, there are always some Vietnamese people with genetic mutations who can grow this tall even in malnourished environments.

The biggest problem troubling Chu An right now is his face and appearance.

Their chronic malnutrition and emaciated appearance were impossible to fake.

Even makeup can't help.

If we want to truly integrate, we have to be ruthless with ourselves.

For example, eating only one meal a day for two months.

But doing that would be too cruel to our soldiers.

The key issue is that doing this could lead to permanent health problems.

Therefore, Chu An had not yet made up his mind whether or not to do it.

But now that the training has reached this level, and we've even seen blood, the next step is definitely to solve this problem.

Without transforming themselves into ordinary Vietnamese soldiers, they simply cannot carry out so-called special operations.

If one's innate conditions are not met, even the strongest individual combat ability will lead to death.

After all, Chu An only trained a special forces unit, not Yan Shuangying's unit.

In an environment where everyone is an enemy, even if Chu An, who has the ability to foresee danger, were to expose himself and return unscathed, there would be no guarantee of success.

At this moment, the deputy division commander also spoke up: "This war will definitely continue for the time being. Your mission is very heavy. I hope you can withstand the test, and I also hope that you, Chu An, can truly lead a real special forces unit!"

"Yes!" Chu An replied solemnly.

He knew better than anyone how long this war would last.

He also understood more clearly what severe challenges he would face next.

This is only the second year of the ten-year war.

Special forces are defined as those that carry out special missions behind enemy lines.

This means that even if there is a ceasefire at the border, they will still have to keep carrying out missions in the future.

Because a border ceasefire does not mean that intelligence gathering is no longer necessary!
As long as there is no complete ceasefire, the special forces will never have a day of peace.

Of course, all of this is based on the premise that Chu An has successfully trained the special forces.

If special reconnaissance squadrons cannot carry out such missions, then these situations are meaningless.

All the soldiers in the squadron were very happy after returning to their base that day.

The female soldiers in the cultural troupe were very beautiful, and their songs and dances cleansed the hearts of these soldiers who were new to the battlefield and had just seen blood.

But Chu An remained absent-minded.

"What's wrong? You seemed a little off in the car!"

In the team headquarters office, Chu An leaned back in his chair and smoked.

At this moment, the instructor walked over, sat down at the desk, and looked at Chu An, speaking to him.

This is a 30-year-old middle-aged man with two daughters. He is very gentle and gets along well with Chu An. He is completely different from Chu An when he was in the police investigation unit, where he had a strained relationship with the instructor.

"Phew!" Chu An exhaled a puff of smoke without saying a word.

He was fully responsible for the training of the special reconnaissance squadron.

Therefore, even the political instructor is not clear about the current situation facing the squadron.

He wasn't originally a reconnaissance soldier.

Having always worked as a regular employee, he had little experience in reconnaissance behind enemy lines.

"Don't sigh! Tell me what's wrong. Two heads are better than one!" The instructor couldn't help but speak up again when he saw Chu An like this.

Chu An immediately broke his silence.

Looking at him, he said, "Old Hu, if I told you to train barefoot every day and only eat one meal a day, could you accept that?"

(End of this chapter)