War Military: From 1978

Chapter 310 Borrowing People, Unexpected Event!
"Are you kidding me?"

The instructor spoke, somewhat speechless.

Eating only one meal a day is bad enough, but then you have to train, and you're barefoot.

How do you practice?
Moreover, if you only eat one meal a day, let alone train, even if you don't train at all, your body functions won't be able to maintain a good state!

"Yeah! It's annoying!" Chu An said, looking annoyed.

"Hmm?" The instructor looked at Chu An with a puzzled expression: "What are you thinking?"

"It's nothing, it's just that our special operations mode is somewhat countered by the Vietnamese, so I'm just annoyed for a moment!"

"Tianke?" The instructor frowned. "What does this have to do with eating only one meal a day and going barefoot... No!"

Suddenly, the instructor realized what was happening.

"You mean missions behind enemy lines are easily detected, right?"

"Yes!" Chu An sighed.

Actually, he's not the only one who's encountered this problem.

All of our army's reconnaissance soldiers are currently facing this problem.

Operating behind enemy lines is simply too risky; it's impossible to blend in with the civilian population, as it's far too easy to be exposed.

This is an advantage they gained from malnutrition since childhood, and there's no way to break it.

Of course, when Chu An says this now, he's really just saying it.

He couldn't possibly allow soldiers to starve for a long time just so they could infiltrate the Vietnamese civilian population, and then starve them into becoming like the Vietnamese soldiers.

This is a special forces unit, not a dedicated spy unit. What he needs is combat capability, not just the ability to disguise.

"Is makeup an option?" the instructor asked, frowning.

At this point, he looked at Chu An and hurriedly added, "Of course, I'm not talking about the stuff we trained on half a month ago, I'm talking about proper makeup techniques!"

The special reconnaissance squadron took a makeup class every two weeks.

But strictly speaking, that makeup class couldn't really be considered a makeup class at all.

Chu An's original intention was also to train his mind and break through their mental boundaries.

Because Chu An only asked them to apply powder, lipstick, wigs, and women's clothing to their faces.

After they finished their makeup, they even put on women's clothing.

how to say?

Forget about the camouflage effect.

They're all like the "Ru Hua" characters from Stephen Chow's later movies.

Anyone with eyes can tell at a glance that these are perverted men, and the really disgusting kind at that.

If you really go to the battlefield in disguise, forget about disguise; you'll be under the spotlight.

You'll get 100% attention wherever you go, and the chances of the other person drawing their gun will also increase significantly.

"I'll talk to the chief of staff later. I want to find a more professional makeup artist to try it out."

If possible, let them teach us makeup techniques!

Chu An had this idea before, but he wasn't sure if makeup was really that magical.

However, there's no better solution right now.

If this problem is not solved, the special forces' ability to camouflage and gather intelligence will be rendered useless. In the future, when carrying out missions across enemy lines, they will have to operate stealthily like other reconnaissance units, and absolutely cannot be detected.

Anyway, the idea of ​​going barefoot and starving for a long time is definitely not going to work.

Putting everything else aside, this war isn't going to last just a month or two; it'll be going to last another nine years.

Is it possible that for the next nine years, as long as I don't retire, I'll only eat one meal a day? That's impossible.

Chu An could only try to find a few soldiers who were naturally haggard and thin to integrate into the army.

As for the rest, it all depends on whether the makeup technique, which is later known as one of the four great sorceries of Asia, can be so magical.

"Borrowing people from the performing arts troupe?"

When Chu An told the chief of staff these words, the chief of staff was taken aback, and then couldn't help but look at the female soldiers of the art troupe who were performing on the stage of the auditorium.

"Sir, I didn't mean anything by it, I just want to borrow a makeup artist from the cultural troupe!"

Seeing the chief of staff's astonished look, Chu An immediately guessed that he had misunderstood.

"Oh, just a makeup artist!" The chief of staff's words confirmed Chu An's earlier guess.

"Yes!" Chu An hurriedly explained why he wanted to borrow the makeup artist.

Immediately, the chief of staff frowned and nodded: "That's true! But will makeup work?"

The chief of staff expressed skepticism about relying solely on makeup.

Or rather, he has more faith in the solutions currently being implemented by the various reconnaissance units.

Find a fellow villager to guide you; if you need to infiltrate the Vietnamese soldiers to gather intelligence, also send a fellow villager.

"I'm not sure either, but I'll give it a try. If it works, great; if not, we'll find another way!"

"Okay, then I'll take you to borrow someone after the performance!"

A cultural troupe is visiting today, so we can borrow some people from them without having to go out.

Chu An immediately did not return to his office.

Another ten minutes or so passed, and the performance gradually came to an end.

To Chu An's surprise, the performing arts troupe gave him a surprise just as the event was about to end.

"Hot blood forges loyal souls, and a devoted heart reflects the mountains and rivers!"
On the battlefield, a chorus sung with blood and tears, composed by heroes, is dedicated to you, the most beautiful ones!

As the host's impassioned voice ended, the familiar prelude began.

A group of female soldiers appeared on the stage.

The crowd below turned to look at Chu An, who was standing with the chief of staff.

The Glory Stained with Blood.

Everyone already knew that Chu An wrote the lyrics and composed the music for this song, but the special reconnaissance squadron had basically forgotten about it in the past.

Chu An was training me to death every day, so the first thing I did when I got to the dorm was to sleep. I had no mood to sing.

Regardless of the circumstances, the fact that the performing arts troupe sang their own company commander's song in the current situation was somewhat unexpected for them, but it also gave them a strange sense of shared honor.

Of course, this is the moment.

When the singing on stage truly began.

The songs they sang when they were in Group C before didn't resonate with them much, but today they evoked a different feeling.

Those who have been on the battlefield and those who haven't will have completely different feelings when listening to this song.

Even though there were no casualties today.

But a battlefield is a battlefield.

Thinking about the will I wrote before I left, and listening to the poignant lyrics of the song.

Before they knew it, the soldiers on the scene began to have red eyes.

Four minutes later, when the singing stopped and applause broke out.

The chief of staff next to Chu An said in a low voice, "Every time I hear this song, it feels like I've swallowed a heavy weight, my heart feels heavy. Tell me, why did you write this song in the first place!"

"Hehe!" Chu An gave an awkward laugh.

"Let's go backstage!" The chief of staff didn't hesitate for long.

Although he was criticizing Chu An, his words were actually a compliment.

"it is good!"

Chu An and the chief of staff walked backstage together, while inside the auditorium, the political instructor had already stood up and was directing the soldiers to leave.

It's impossible to conduct training today.

After fighting a battle, everyone definitely needs a break.

Chu An will arrange rest for everyone, including tomorrow.

However, this was all part of an arrangement that was not unexpected.

"Captain, an alarm has been sounded from sentry post number eight!"

Backstage, Chu An had just finished speaking with the leaders of the performing arts troupe when the messenger rushed in.

Chu An's expression changed, as did the chief of staff beside him, the deputy division commander who had just come in with him, and even the political instructor who came in later.

"Quickly! Emergency assembly!"

(End of this chapter)