A generation of soldiers begins with Feng Yuxiu traveling through time and space with Xu Sanduo

Inside the command tent of the Wolf Fang Brigade, the radio emitted a crackling, static-filled sound.

He Zhijun smoked a pack of cigarettes while staring at the sand table in front of him, while the chief of staff behind him reported with notes in hand:

"The Blue Army's air strikes have begun in full swing, but they seem to know our deployment strategy and are specifically targeting important locations for bombing. The camouflaged decoys are ineffective against them. So far, we have lost a quarter of our combat strength."

The chief of staff looked extremely grim; the battle had barely begun, and they had already lost a quarter of their fighting force.

This can already be considered a partial failure.

He Zhijun smiled and said, "This is already considered good. The other Red Team members will lose a third of their strength directly. I have been studying Lei Keming's Thunder Tactics for many years. This kid's long-range mixed infiltration team has already infiltrated our rear. The fact that he can strike so accurately means that there must be personnel reporting the positions from the rear."

“But we also have electronic warfare and reconnaissance capabilities. He always has to give orders to these groups. He can’t just let them command each other, can he? Why didn’t our reconnaissance personnel detect their radio waves?”

He Zhijun was silent for a moment, then said, "This kid always does things differently from the norm, avoiding detection by our military channels. So... he can only be using a civilian radio. Does anyone here have a tape recorder?"

“The sound waves are present in more than three provinces. He can only choose from the middle channels. Immediately switch to this band and search all radio programs.”

"Yes!"

The soldiers started tuning in; there were skits, crosstalk, symphonies, and ballet.

He Zhijun closed his eyes and listened to each one.

"Wait a moment."

Suddenly his ears twitched and he opened his eyes. "Stop! What is this?"

The soldier, who was an arts troupe member, paused for a moment, then said, "Pavarotti's 'Nessun Dorma'."

"This kid... he's targeting me. It seems he knew in advance that I would discover his communication methods, and he's already abandoned this channel."

The chief of staff gave a wry smile. "This is the first time I've ever seen this kind of communication method."

He Zhijun sighed, "He's already gained the upper hand. This tactic is fleeting; it won't work the second time. Where did this kid learn such a cunning tactic? By the way, how do we get on this show?"

"Report: Viewers can request content, but it will cost money."

He Zhijun nodded, "Then we'll have a word with him too, and request a Peking Opera piece for me: 'The Sand Soldiers' Clever Battle.'"

"Yes."

The chief of staff suddenly spoke up, "Don't we still have our trump card for decapitation strikes? That kid has a 100% success rate in decapitation strikes."

He Zhijun shook his head. "It's no use. Times have changed. Even if Lei Keming is beheaded, the Blue Army will still continue with its original tactics. His Blue Army tactics are like a giant millstone. Once it starts, it won't stop."

"In this day and age, the entire army collapses simply because the commander is beheaded. Today's junior officers and soldiers all know how to fight and how to win this war."

The chief of staff opened his mouth, "Then what should we send him to do?"

He Zhijun paused, then looked up, a strange glint in his eyes. "Unless he can behead the entire command post and completely cut off their information supply, then we can launch a full-scale attack. Without a high-level commander to coordinate, I don't believe the Blue Army are all invincible in a large-scale clash."

-

Inside the Black Tiger Brigade's tent.

Lei Keming smiled as he listened to Peking Opera on the radio. "You really recognized it... But this good show has only just begun. I'd like to see how you're going to behead me."

The combat strength of the blue and red sides is vastly different, and the red side is always being used as a whetstone.

Therefore, under conventional tactics, the red team can only be slowly worn down and killed.

However, Lei Keming did not dare to underestimate He Dadu, who had participated in the War of Resistance Against Japan.

He was also curious about how this special forces captain adapted to this kind of modern warfare.

-

Hidden deep in the mountains and forests are large tents, and rows of tanks and infantry fighting vehicles stand there, looking quite imposing.

This is the headquarters of the Blue Army's 82nd Group Army Tank Division, where the division headquarters is located.

The sentry at the division headquarters stared wide-eyed, holding his gun as if he were eyeing prey, as if an enemy might charge at him at any moment.

Just then, a mountain villager strolled over, dressed in colorful ethnic clothing, carrying a basket on his back. He bent down to pick up mineral water bottles and waste paper from the ground, his movements were very quick.

He approached the gatekeeper, peering inside cautiously, and stammered in broken Chinese, "Trash, I'm picking up...picking up trash..."

The sentry sergeant couldn't help but laugh: "Fellow villager, you can't go in there!"

"The kids need to go to school, I need to earn money... I collect trash to make money." The hyena had droopy eyebrows and a kind face that made people feel soft-hearted.

The squad leader glanced around and waved his hand: "Then you wait over there, Li Zhou!"

Another sentry immediately ran over: "Here!"

"Go and pick out all the trash that can be sold! Also, go to the cookhouse and get some food. Look how hungry this fellow villager is!"

"Understood!" Li Zhou turned and rushed inside.

The coyote bowed and scraped repeatedly, saying, "Comrade PLA soldier, thank you! Thank you so much!"

The squad leader grinned: "Don't mention it, it's just serving the people! It's what I should do!"

The hyena squatted by the roadside, took out a cheap cigarette and lit it, but his eyes kept glancing at the group of tents behind the fence, getting a thorough understanding of the terrain.

The squad leader was still standing guard there, ramrod straight, when a 213 command vehicle screeched to a halt at the entrance.

"Password!"

The driver stuck his head out: "Iceberg! Reply?"

"Gaoyuan! Which unit is it from?"

"Artillery brigade, come to a meeting!"

The squad leader saluted: "Please come in!"

As soon as the command vehicle drove in, the coyote yawned, pretending not to hear anything, but he remembered the password perfectly in his mind.

A moment later, Li Zhou came out carrying two large bags of garbage. The jackal's face lit up with a smile. He quickly went up to take the bags and then took two hot buns from Li Zhou. He thanked him profusely and then carried the basket away.

Deep in the dense forest, Mada and his Team A members were crouching low in ambush when they saw the coyote running back and immediately surrounded it.

The coyote pulled off its basket and shouted excitedly, "Got it! Got the password. Iceberg to Plateau!"

Ma Da nodded: "Well done! Ready to move out!"

-

In the Black Tiger Battalion's command post, the chief of staff handed a report to Lei Keming: "Battalion Commander, they've made their move! The entire 82nd Army Tank Division has been caught in the crossfire!"

Lei Keming took the report, glanced at it, and casually tossed it onto the table: "What did the directing department say?"

"The tank division has withdrawn from the exercise... They said that if this were real combat, what would be thrown into the pot wouldn't be croton oil, but real poison!"

Lei Keming smiled and said, "As expected, Captain He is still using the same old tricks. It's alright, the Blue Army can afford to pay up!"

"The Blue Army command has ordered us to quickly wipe out the special forces team in the rear!"

"Eradicate them? It's not that easy! These vast mountains and dense forests are full of their hiding places. No rush, let them fight their battles, I'll fight mine. Now we'll see who can hold out the longest!"

"Also, if any fellow villagers approach and ask questions, keep your eyes wide open. Generally, they won't get close. Except for this group of thieving Red Army members."

The chief of staff nodded. "I'll make the arrangements right away."

-

On another mountain road, Deng Zhenhua and Shi Dafan were wearing paratrooper uniforms with blue army insignia on their arms. Shi Dafan also wore a red cross armband, making them look exactly like standard paratroopers.

Ahead was the Blue Army checkpoint. An Army lieutenant peered out and asked, "What are you two doing here? Shouldn't you be airdropping into area 343?"

Deng Zhenhua immediately turned to glare at Shi Dafan: "Platoon leader! To be honest, this medic has really screwed me over!"

"Oh? What's going on?" The lieutenant became interested.

Shi Dafan chuckled, looking completely innocent: "It has nothing to do with me. It's just that the ostrich has bad eyesight and misread the map."

"You misread the map?" The lieutenant raised an eyebrow.

"I was sleeping soundly when he pulled me and said '343,' and I groggily started jumping along," Shi Dafan said, shrugging, and the soldiers around him burst out laughing.

The lieutenant chuckled, "This is 353! You two took that detour pretty far!"

Deng Zhenhua jumped up and down in a panic: "That's right! Platoon leader, I suspect this medic is an enemy spy, detain him!"

Shi Dafan laughed even harder: "I'm a spy? Then what are you? We're in the same boat, neither of us can escape!"

Just then, two paratrooper assault vehicles drove up. The first one had an airborne captain in it, and the second one was packed full of soldiers.

The captain glanced at the two men: "What are you standing there for?"

Deng Zhenhua and Shi Dafan immediately stood at attention and saluted, their faces frozen. They had just walked right into the line of fire!

The captain got out of the car and returned the salute, his tone somewhat stern: "I'm the communications officer from the Eagle Division headquarters, just returned from a meeting at joint command. Which company are you from? What are you doing wandering around here?"

Deng Zhenhua stared straight ahead, his voice stern: "Report! Huang Jiguang Company of the Eagle Division! We... are lost!"

Shi Dafan added insult to injury from the side, still chuckling, "Actually, you jumped to the wrong place."

The captain glared at them and cursed, "You're fucking disgraceful! Get in the car!"

The two men stood there dumbfounded, not moving. "Didn't you hear me tell you to get in the car? What are you standing there for? Come back to the unit with me!" the captain raised his voice.

Deng Zhenhua awkwardly rubbed his hands: "Sir, there's no need to trouble you, we can walk back!"

"Stop talking nonsense! Get in the car now, don't embarrass yourself here! Hurry up and get on!"

Shi Dafan quickly replied, "Thank you very much, Chief!"

The two reluctantly climbed into the second vehicle and squeezed together with a group of real paratroopers, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

The army soldiers nearby laughed even harder at their frustrated expressions.

The convoy drove forward. In the second assault vehicle, Deng Zhenhua's forehead was covered in sweat, while Shi Dafan was secretly laughing.

A corporal across from Deng Zhenhua stared at him for a long time, making Deng Zhenhua wish he could bury his face in his collar.

The corporal suddenly laughed: "Isn't this Squad Leader Deng Zhenhua?"

Deng Zhenhua couldn't avoid it, and awkwardly grinned, "Who are you?"

"I was one of the recruits you trained! Back when the recruits were teaching the instructors, have you forgotten?"

"Oh! I remember now! You're Xiao Xie! I used to call you Crab!" Deng Zhenhua slapped his thigh.

"Right! You son of a bitch, you really messed with me back then!" Xiao Xie laughed and punched him lightly.

Deng Zhenhua chuckled twice: "Hey, isn't that how it is when you're training new recruits?"

"Now I'm a squad leader too, and these are all my soldiers!" Xiao Xie pointed to the soldiers around him, looking very proud.

Deng Zhenhua quickly chimed in, "Look at that! How well he's leading the troops now, they're all roaring like little tigers!"

He thought to himself: I've trained way too many new recruits...

Xiao Xie suddenly stopped laughing and said seriously, "The first time I skydived, I was so scared that my legs went weak and I didn't dare to jump. You kicked me down."

Deng Zhenhua's smile faltered: "Well... there's nothing I can do, you know how paratroopers have to jump..."

"I broke my leg," Xiao Xie said calmly, and Deng Zhenhua's smile froze completely.

“That’s because…accidents are inevitable when skydiving, you know that…” he explained dryly.

“I was hospitalized, and the doctor said I might never be able to stand up again,” Xiao Xie said, her eyes reddening. “I was desperate at the time.”

Deng Zhenhua felt a mix of emotions and said guiltily, "It's my fault."

“No, I still can’t stand up after the stitches are removed,” Xiao Xie continued.

"I'm sorry..." Deng Zhenhua's voice lowered, he was truly ashamed.

Xiao Xie suddenly laughed, his eyes shining: "Then you came to my bedside and said, 'What are you pretending for, you son of a bitch? Five-kilometer cross-country run, hurry up!' I... I actually stood up, squad leader!"

Tears streamed down his face: "Squad leader."

Deng Zhenhua was completely stunned, his heart filled with a mixture of bitterness and warmth.

"You'll always be my class monitor! You'll always be my big brother!" Xiao Xie choked up.

"Stop talking, Xiao Xie!" Deng Zhenhua's eyes also welled up with tears.

"Don't call me Xiao Xie, I'm a crab!"

Deng Zhenhua nodded emphatically: "Okay, crabs!"

The crab wiped away its tears, turned to the soldiers around it, and shouted, "Call him squad leader!"

A group of soldiers shouted in unison, "Greetings, squad leader!"

“Squad leader, you’re not allowed to go anywhere tonight. Stay at the division’s guard company. I’ll make the arrangements! Let’s have a good get-together, and I’ll take you back to Huang Jiguang’s company tomorrow!” Crab said stubbornly.

Deng Zhenhua's heart skipped a beat when he saw the man's gritted teeth and determined look.

Oh no, I've fallen into a wolf's den! I'm definitely not going to have a good night!

-

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On the highway, Lao Pao and Xiao Zhuang disguised themselves as backpackers, their hiking shoes kicking up dust, their foreign military backpacks weighing heavily on their shoulders, and their boonie hats and sunglasses unable to hide the vigilance in their eyes.

One Blue Army vehicle after another sped past, and the veteran frowned: "We definitely won't get through the checkpoint if we keep going like this."

Xiao Zhuang, panting heavily, waved his hand: "It's even worse in the mountains. There are anti-infantry radars waiting. The Cat Head Brigade is serious."

No sooner had he finished speaking than he caught a glimpse of a Land Rover with a Yunnan license plate parked by the roadside, its hood open and steaming.

The two walked over and saw a girl covered in oil repairing a car, while a young man with glasses stood next to her, jumping up and down in frustration: "I told you not to drive it yourself, but you wouldn't listen!" The girl didn't even look up: "Shut up!"

The old man joked, "That's novel, a woman fixing a car while a man watches?"

The pretty boy immediately bristled: "Where did you guys come from? Mind your own business!"

Xiao Zhuang took off his sunglasses and glared at him: "Backpacker passing by, do you own the road?"

As he spoke, he punched a small tree next to him, and the trunk snapped in two.

The pretty boy, terrified, hid behind the girl: "Savage!"

The girl looked up at the two of them, her eyes brightening: "You guys know how to fix cars?"

The veteran put down his backpack and laughed: "I specialize in repairing Land Rovers, just take a look and you'll see."

The young man tried to stop them: "Don't let them touch it! What if they're bad guys..."

The girl shoved him away: "Stop talking nonsense!"

After the two of them worked for a while, Xiao Zhuang started the car, and the engine roared smoothly.

The girl clapped her hands excitedly: "That's awesome! It's getting dark, I'll take you to the county town!"

The young man was so anxious he kept stamping his feet, but the girl ignored him and forcibly pulled the two of them into the car.

The Land Rover drove straight through the Blue Army checkpoints and headed directly to the best hotel in the county.

Without waiting for a reply, Lingling booked two rooms: "Stay here tonight and get some rest!"

The two exchanged a glance, then noticed the Blue Army patrol downstairs and silently followed them inside.

Inside the room, just as Xiao Zhuang tucked his gun into his waistband, Lao Pao pulled out a map: "Take down the logistics center tonight."

Xiao Zhuang nodded, tracing lines on the map with his pen: "After we're done, we'll hide here, and then take a Land Rover out of the city. The army won't dare to check local hotels."

Just as they were discussing it, the doorbell rang.

Lingling stood at the door, smiling, and asked, "Can I talk to you alone?"

Old Pao wisely left, and just as he closed the door, Lingling suddenly reached for Xiao Zhuang's waist, touching the hard gun. Her eyes darkened: "Who sent you? The police or my dad's enemies?"

Xiao Zhuang pried her hands off: "No, it's just a coincidence."

Lingling stared into his eyes and suddenly breathed a sigh of relief: "I believe you."

Her eyes reddened. "My dad is a drug lord, but I don't want to get involved with them. That pretty boy is my fiancé whom my dad forced upon me. Can you help me... or take me away?"

Xiao Zhuang was stunned. Just as he was about to refuse, Lingling said again, "The whole city is full of soldiers. You need backup for your business. I can drive, and I'm willing to do anything."

Seeing the girl's tearful eyes, Xiao Zhuang sighed, "Let's go, come with us."

Late at night, the Land Rover was parked in the shadows outside the logistics center.

Xiao Zhuang and Lao Pao put on masks, used grappling hooks to scale the wall, and planted the time bomb in just a few minutes.

After the two jumped back into the car, Lingling quickly stepped on the gas: "So fast?"

As Xiao Zhuang disassembled the weapons, he said, "We don't go back the way we came; that's the rule."

When the car reached the entrance to the mountain road, Xiao Zhuang and Lao Pao got out.

Lingling chased after him: "Xiao Zhuang, will we ever see each other again?"

Xiao Zhuang didn't turn around, but Lingling suddenly hugged him: "Just a hug, okay?"

Xiao Zhuang stiffened and gently pushed her away: "We're not on the same path."

After saying that, he turned and left. The old man looked back at Lingling, whose eyes were red and swollen, and quickly followed.

As the two climbed to the top of the hill, thick yellow smoke rose from the direction of the county town.

Old Pao nudged Xiao Zhuang: "That girl has feelings for you, so don't let Xiao Ying down."

Xiao Zhuang smiled bitterly: "She has her difficulties, and I have my own things to do. We won't see each other again."

"But this is a drug lord's daughter. Should we report this to the captain? You know, the captain has a natural hatred for these kinds of people."

Xiao Zhuang was silent for a moment, then said, "We are currently conducting an exercise. We'll report back later."

The old man looked at the county town and said, "I don't know where the captain is. Our mission is to confuse the Blue Army so that the captain can enter the Red Army's command post area."

"We're still far from it. This little commotion won't anger the Blue Team. It all depends on the other team members." (End of Chapter)