Military career: Starting with a recruitment letter

Chapter 352 A Net of Heaven and Earth, the Devil City Beyond the Great Wall Shows Its Power

When Zhang Chuan returned to the guard battalion's barracks, he immediately summoned the five platoon leaders.

He gathered everyone in the entire brigade except for the disciplinary squad.

Today, the armored regiment is conducting combat training, with more than twenty detachments scattered across various areas of the Zhuri River.

The task of standing guard and performing duties is naturally the responsibility of each squad.

Their guard battalion doesn't have any missions to go out on duty; they only have duty posts inside the camp, so they don't need many people at all.

When the platoon leaders were notified, they hurriedly arrived at the guard duty room.

Watching the captain go berserk, sometimes with his hands on his hips, sometimes scratching his head, looking like he was about to yell at someone.

The platoon leaders looked at each other, standing there without daring to say a word; they really couldn't understand it.

Who exactly provoked Zhang Chuan?

The squad leader, who came from the same training ground as Xiang Jian, was a veteran who had actually been on the battlefield and had killed many enemies.

Once enraged, his aura is incredibly fierce; a single person standing in the duty room exudes a powerful and domineering military presence.

seriously.

A person who has truly fought in battle is completely different from a soldier who has only performed a marching drill.

That murderous aura emanated from within, surging through the blood and marrow.

As for what murderous intent is!
The most typical example is the participation of veterans from the Nanning Peninsula in the military parade in the mid-1980s.

Their weapons were not as advanced as they are now. At that time, they did not have the Type 95 rifle, or even the Type 81 rifle or the Type 85 assault rifle.

They were carrying Type 79 assault rifles and some Type 56 semi-automatic rifles.

But those who have survived bloodshed and fire, even if they are holding a fire poker, can still exude the aura of a 155mm howitzer.

Their fighting spirit was palpable, and their murderous aura was overwhelming.

And Zhang Chuan is in this state right now.

Zhou Cang, the second platoon leader of the guard battalion, also came from the Xiangjian Army and came to the Ironclad Regiment with Zhang Chuan.

He saw the captain was so angry.

Zhou Cang coughed lightly and asked cautiously, "Captain, is there a mission?"

"Oh shit!"

Zhang Chuan slammed his hand on the desk with a "bang," then glared angrily at everyone and said, "Do you even know what our regiment's combat training is?"

"Report, understood!"

Several platoon leaders quickly stood at attention, their chests puffed out like turkeys in response.

"Know?"

"Knowing this, how dare you be so lax?"

"Do you know that the 182nd Regiment of the 61st Division of the Jincheng Military Region has a Night Tiger Reconnaissance Company under its command? Ah!"

"Have you been living too comfortably? Don't you know how powerful the Night Tigers are? They might come to attack tonight. Have you thought about the consequences?"

"Battalion Commander Chen said that our 'Sound Arrows' are no match for his 'Night Tigers,' and that if we lived in the camp, our heads would be carried off by the tigers by tomorrow morning. Damn it, he wasn't just talking about me, he was talking about our entire guard battalion."

"They're the ones who questioned the abilities of those who came out of our Xiangjian team. They think they're incompetent. Damn it, you've made me lose all face."

Zhang Chuan raised his hand and slapped his face, his tiger-like eyes gleaming with ferocity.

The way they looked at them was as if they wanted to devour the platoon leaders in front of them.

He knew that Battalion Commander Chen had just deliberately provoked him.

Similarly, he deliberately put down his subordinates.

If we don't mobilize people in this way, they won't give their all.

Night Tigers are indeed difficult to deal with, even Zhang Chuan himself admits it.

The Jincheng Military Region Special Forces Brigade was once defeated by them.

Even if Xiangjian's capabilities are stronger than those of the Jincheng Military Region Special Forces, they are only slightly stronger and not worth mentioning.

In battle, one wrong move and you can easily capsize in a ditch.

"Now, immediately, assemble the entire brigade. I don't care what methods you use, tonight you must kill this night tiger."

"If anyone is careless and gets bitten by a tiger, they can forget about being a soldier in the guard battalion. The useless battalion is more suitable for them."

“Get lost!!!”

"Yes!"

Zhou Cang and the other platoon leaders tensed up, and none of them dared to linger, so they hurriedly left.

It didn't take long.

Throughout the entire guard battalion's living quarters, a loud whistle rang out, and squads of soldiers assembled.

Pre-war mobilization has begun.

As for specific tactics, that's not something his battalion commander should worry about.

First, the battles of reconnaissance and counter-reconnaissance, as well as the confrontations of hunting and counter-hunting, are all small-scale operations.

The level of danger and ferocity is sufficient, but it cannot effectively organize tactics.

Because the area is so large, we can only rely on experience.

Secondly, if we're talking about who's most familiar with the Zhuri River, it has to be these guards.

They are on duty and patrol every day.

Even their daily training sessions are not held in one place; they are moved around from time to time.

It can be said that they knew exactly where the pits, rabbit holes, and suitable ambush spots were in the entire Zhurihe area of ​​over a thousand square kilometers.

Seeing the large group of people gathering and mobilizing, Zhang Chuan tugged at the corner of his clothes and walked into the information command room with a gloomy face.

This is the information command room at this moment.

Only Cheng Dong, Wang Jianbin, Man Xuexi, and a few staff officers were busy.

Upon seeing Captain Zhang enter, Cheng Dong and Man Xuexi merely glanced at him and nodded without saying a word, continuing to observe the mobile encampment situation of each detachment.

Only Wang Jianbin, who also came from Xiangjian, pushed up his glasses, stood up, and looked at Zhang Chuan with a puzzled expression, asking, "Old Zhang, what did someone do to you that made you so angry?"

"It's okay, come out for a bit."

After Zhang Chuan finished speaking, he reached out his right hand, put his arm around Lao Wang's waist, tucked him under his arm, and led him out of the command room.

"Eh?"

"Eh!!!"

"Damn it, let go, let go! Don't I have any dignity?"

Being dragged out in such a humiliating manner, Old Wang's face turned red, and he protested by flailing his limbs.

But it's basically useless.

As a tech guy, his physical fitness is basically at a terrible level. If it weren't for Chen Mo forcing him to run five kilometers of cross-country for a period of time before, his physical condition would only be worse.

They can't compare to a rough guy like Zhang Chuan.

Zhang Chuan took Lao Wang to a place far away from the command room before putting him down. While Wang Jianbin was tidying his clothes, Zhang Chuan said with a serious expression, "Lao Wang, you have to help."

"what does it mean?"

"Why can't you just say what you want to help with? Why do you have to carry me out like that?! Damn it, do I owe you something?!"

Wang Jianbin frowned.

"It's nothing special. The 61st Division's Night Tigers might come over tonight. You need to help find out where these people entered the grassland from, what weapons they brought, and how many groups they were divided into."

The reason he sought help from the electronic warfare unit was not because the guard battalion was afraid of the Night Tiger reconnaissance company.

The main problem is that the Zhurihe area is too large. The entire guard brigade only has a little over a hundred people. Facing an area of ​​more than a thousand square kilometers, even if they had three heads and six arms, it would be impossible for them to completely defend it.

The night tigers' job is to attack, while they are the defenders.

The attacking side already has an advantage.

Normally it wouldn't be a problem.

Anyway, combat training doesn't matter; it's not about winning or losing, it's just about developing skills.

But now they've been humiliated by the battalion commander, and it's their guard battalion's first appearance.

In addition, some time ago, the battalion transferred the sniper squad's mission from the mechanized infantry company to the guard battalion.

Under these circumstances, Zhang Chuan had to ensure that the operation against the Night Tiger would not go wrong in the slightest.

It's not just about winning or losing, it's also about saving face.

However, when Wang Jianbin heard the other party's request, he pushed up his glasses and looked troubled: "It's not that I don't want to help you, but Xiucai said that without orders, the Silver Sword aircraft group, reconnaissance jamming vehicles, and early warning radar cannot be used at will."

"This is combat training, not an exercise. The purpose is to improve the team's combat coordination, not to win."

"What the hell?!!!"

Hearing Lao Wang make excuses to refuse him.

Zhang Chuan's eyes immediately blazed with anger, and he cursed, "Old Wang, you son of a bitch, can you put your hand on your conscience and say that again?"

"Damn it, you bastard, you heartless scoundrel, you old scoundrel!!"

"Have you forgotten who stood up for you when someone bullied you in Xiangjian?"

"Ok?"

"Have you forgotten who was the first to applaud and support you when you were talking so much about the importance of computers?"

"Damn it, have you forgotten who stood under the Xiangjian banner and swore to become a member of Xiangjian and serve the country? Now that Xiangjian is in trouble, you're not going to do anything about it?"

"Damn it, look at your face right now. You've been in the Blue Army camp for so long that you've almost forgotten about the signal arrow. You're so fickle and greedy, always looking for new people and forgetting the old ones. I find it disgusting."

"Old Wang, I've finally seen through things today."

"Stop, stop, stop!" Wang Jianbin couldn't stand it anymore after listening for half a minute. He reached out and grabbed Zhang Chuan's arm: "Stop cursing. Let's think about it. There's always a way."

"Hey! You should have said that earlier."

Zhang Chuan's expression changed faster than a dog's face; just a moment ago he was indignant and seemed to be condemning the villains.

Upon hearing that Lao Wang had agreed to help, he immediately chuckled.

He knew Lao Wang's personality very well, and the two did have a good personal relationship.

Despite the large number of personnel at Xiangjian, the company is actually understaffed year-round. Some are participating in the army-wide special forces training, some are participating in the Erna assault competition, some are on leave, and some are recovering from injuries.

Various training sessions, missions, competitions, and even combat casualties have kept the special forces brigade in a state of constant shortage of personnel.

During the two years that Wang Jianbin joined Xiangjian, the First Squadron went to the Marine Corps for naval training, and the Second Squadron went to the 15th Airborne Corps for parachute training.

They often don't see anyone for more than half a year at a time. If their electronic warfare brigade wants to conduct experiments, they can only contact the special operations battalion where Zhang Chuan is located.

The more you search, the more familiar you become.

Chen Mo issued a clear order that the Silver Sword aircraft group, reconnaissance jamming vehicles, and early warning radar were not allowed to be used without prior notification.

Wang Jianbin would certainly not disobey orders.

But the electronic warfare unit has more than just that capability. In addition to new weapons, it also has the Type 206 drone and hand-launched drones.

There are also surveillance cameras at stations, military outposts, and along the national highway.

Old Wang arrived at the Blue Army battalion relatively early. He was familiar with many of the officers in the battalion, and the electronic warfare unit controlled the battalion's communications.

There are no officers in the Blue Army battalion who don't like fighting.

Upon hearing that Captain Wang wanted to request that each squad send some soldiers to cooperate in setting up hidden sentries, more than twenty squads responded one after another.

Less than two hours.

The surveillance cameras at stations, military outposts, and national highways along the route entering the Zhurihe River were all compromised, closely monitoring the movements along the way.

The guards were scattered around the major intersections to scout out any enemies trying to enter the Zhuri River.

A huge net is spread out, just waiting for the prey to come to it.

Meanwhile, Chen Mo...

He didn't intend to get involved in anything; he was just lying on his dorm bed, holding the satellite phone he'd borrowed, chatting with his family.

After hanging up.

He had no intention of going out to see anything, so he turned over and fell fast asleep.

The countdown has only just begun at forty days, so there's no rush.

Furthermore, the essence of combat training is still training, regardless of whether the 182nd Regiment or the Blue Army battalion has the upper hand.

None of this matters.

Training isn't something that can be finished in a day or two, so let them do what they want. While I'm still in the camp, I can still get involved in many arrangements.

Arrange it as nicely as possible.

It's not that Chen Mo is bragging, but without him, the Ironclad Regiment, with Cheng Dong taking over the Blue Army Battalion, wouldn't have as much influence in the military.

Over time, many things develop various restrictions and limitations.

After all, sometimes, the higher-ups can let a founder experiment and do whatever he wants, as long as the result is correct, they usually won't restrict him.

But they might not be willing to let another cadre do the same thing.

. . . . . . . . . .

2:00 AM on June 20th.

Three kilometers southwest of Zhurihe Station, three Z-8 helicopters and six Z-9 helicopters slowly landed.

The hatch opens.

Squads of fully armed soldiers, each wielding a Type 85 assault rifle, rushed out of the aircraft.

The Zhuri River at dawn is the complete opposite of the daytime scene, when the sun shines brightly and there are not a cloud in the sky.

At this moment, a fierce wind swept through the yellow sand, obscuring the sky and the sun. Dry grass and leaves flew everywhere, and the yellow sand blocked out the night sky, making it so dark that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

But the more than one hundred soldiers who disembarked from the plane seemed completely unaffected by the weather.

Based on the two figures standing in the distance.

Hundreds of people quickly lined up without making a sound. In the blink of an eye, the hundred-person formation was complete.

These people were the Night Tiger Reconnaissance Company from the 182nd Regiment in Longxi. Miao Lian was too old and injured to come and command.

Therefore, the entire company's combat arrangements were entrusted to Xie Yong and Ding Zeliang.

Don't be fooled by how unassuming and seemingly ordinary these two were in the reconnaissance department of the Army Academy.

actually not.

The Army Academy's reconnaissance department gathers outstanding reconnaissance soldiers from various military regions every year. With so many strong individuals in the field, everyone else seems ordinary.

But he returned to his own workplace.

Xie Yong and Ding Zeliang were platoon leaders who were promoted to officers in the reconnaissance company. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that they were the most outstanding soldiers and the toughest beasts in the entire Night Tigers.

This time we entered the Zhuri River.

Their mission was simple: find out the main force distribution of the Blue Army, locate the Blue Army camp, and carry out a decapitation strike.

Let's give them a taste of their own medicine.

Catch that dog of a battalion commander surnamed Chen, kill him, and avenge the 61st Division and the 182nd Iron Hammer Regiment.

This operation was codenamed: Bloodstained Arrow.

Xie Yong was appointed as the team leader, and Ding Zeliang was appointed as the deputy team leader.

The team had assembled.

Xie Yong swept his domineering gaze across the queue, silently counting the number of people in his mind. His dark eyes held an unyielding and explosive chill.

He was originally a veteran squad leader of the Sixth Night Tiger Reconnaissance Company. In the past, he had led his men to compete for honors with other units. He had never lost, but he had rarely suffered a setback.

Unexpectedly, he was promoted and left the company only eight months later.

Night Tiger was bullied twice, both times by the same person—his comrade-in-arms.

We can't swallow this insult!
Tell me, who are we?

"Night Tiger, kill! Kill! Kill!" The soldiers in the company, sensing their captain's emotions, responded collectively, their resounding voices echoing through the air.

"Tell me again, what's the code name for tonight's operation?"

Xie Yong's eyes grew even colder.

"A blood-stained arrow!"

In the darkness, the soldiers of the Night Tiger Reconnaissance Company roared like ferocious tigers.

Each of them had their necks stiff and their veins bulging!
"Whose blood is it?" Xie Yong asked again.

"The enemy's blood!"

Our blood!

"Okay, proceed according to plan."

"One team, follow me. Target: Blue Army battalion headquarters."

"The second team and Deputy Team Leader Ding are targeting the main force of the Blue Army battalion."

"Assemble according to Plan No. 1 before noon tomorrow."

"Comrades, let's not waste any more words."

"set off!"

This was accompanied by the issuance of the order.

More than a hundred soldiers split into two teams and disappeared into the darkness in the blink of an eye, like raccoons in the night.

All around was howling wind and swirling sand; it was as if nothing had ever happened.

The helicopter slowly took off, erasing the last trace of these soldiers' existence.

the other side.

In the sand pit near the main road of Zhurihe Town.

Zhou Cang, the second platoon leader of the guard battalion, led several veterans to dig a pit in the sand and buried himself and the nearby team members in the pit to act as hidden sentries.

Li Zhiang was also here. He was originally from the second squad of the first platoon, but since most of the soldiers in the first platoon were members of the Arrow Squad.

In this mission, the first platoon was responsible for the hunt. He was a new recruit and couldn't keep up with the special forces' actions.

They could only be assigned to the second platoon as covert sentries.

Zhang Chuan and Zhou Cang, the second platoon leader, both believed that the sentries near Zhurihe Town were there to observe whether the main force of the 182nd Regiment was sneaking over.

They didn't believe that the renowned Night Tiger Reconnaissance Company would be so stupid as to not even know how to sneak in.

They entered openly and legitimately from near the town.

After all, the armored regiment's camp is so close to the town, there's no reason they wouldn't pay attention to it; that's common sense.

But sometimes, things just happen by chance.

Everyone overlooked one point: the guard battalion frequently patrols and stands guard along the Zhuri River, and is very familiar with the entire terrain.

Even sandstorms cannot affect the familiarity etched into their minds.

But the Night Tiger isn't familiar with it.

Their Jincheng Military Region Joint Training Base is located in Qinglong Gorge. They are very familiar with the terrain of the Zhuri River, but only have one clue.

In addition, it was dark and the sandstorm was too fierce, so the Night Tigers had never come to the Zhuri River.

Both teams were clearly circling the town when they entered the grassland, but due to the weather, their compasses were affected by the conditions outside the Great Wall.

Ding Zeliang's squad was somehow led to the vicinity of the second platoon of the guard battalion.

Li Zhiang was lying in the sand, wearing a gas mask, staring intently at the dark road in the distance.

He suddenly felt his body sink.

A person stepped on his waist and walked past him.

"Ok?"

Li Zhiang was stunned for a moment, before he could make a move.

Next, the second, the third, the fourth, and the fifth.
Step over Li Zhiang's legs, waist, hips, and even his head and limbs.

Only because the hidden sentry pits they dug were large enough, and because of the constant sandstorms that added a lot of soil, did they feel much the same as usual when stepped on.

Otherwise, he would have been exposed long ago.

Turning his head slightly, Li Zhiang watched dozens of people carrying guns pass by overhead, but he kept his head down and remained silent.

Until the enemy passed by his hidden sentry post.

Walk away.

Li Zhiang grabbed his grenade launcher, aimed it at the vanished crowd, and fired a flare.

boom!
The dim night sky was illuminated in an instant.

Ding Zeliang's second team of dozens of men looked around in bewilderment, then immediately pulled the bolts of their rifles and entered combat mode.

But it was already too late.

The nearby sentries spotted the flares, but they were swept away by the sandstorm and the small parachutes at their tips shortly after they were launched.

That's enough!
At the same time, more than a dozen hidden sentry posts around the area pulled their triggers. Type 85 submachine guns and Type 95 automatic rifles fired bullets, creating a net of fire that instantly killed dozens of Night Tiger members.

When Zhou Cang and his men surrounded them...

Ding Zeliang was staring blankly at the night vision goggles. Damn it, the night vision goggles were completely useless in this wretched place beyond the Great Wall.

In dusty weather, visibility is already limited.

The flare illuminated the area instantly, temporarily blinding their entire squad, leaving them no chance to retaliate.

Old Ding closed his eyes and sighed.

Many people at the Army Academy privately said that the Zhurihe River, where the Blue Army battalion led by Xiucai was stationed, was a ghost town.

The scholar is the biggest demon king in the Devil City; any unit that goes there will be in deep trouble.

He used to think it was an exaggeration.

But now, Ding Zeliang admits it, because he still doesn't understand how he was exposed.

How did the flare end up in a crowd of people?
He just hoped.

Hopefully, the team's decapitation mission will proceed smoothly!
(End of this chapter)