Starting from the deputy company commander of the Soldier Assault Team

The training proceeded methodically, the data in the files was gradually filled in, and the ordinary days slipped by one by one. In the blink of an eye, more than ten days had passed.

That day, Zhang Anbang, who was on duty in the duty room, received a notification that the new recruits had arrived and would be transported together with the equipment delivery vehicle on the same trip.

The Seventh Steel Company has a lot of equipment that needs to be upgraded. It's a good opportunity for him and Gao Cheng to lead the team over, take the old equipment over and load it onto the trucks, and then the veterans of the Seventh Company will receive the new equipment. Hong Xingguo will lead the team back to the company headquarters, while the two of them will stay in the recruit company and take the new recruits back with them.

At the train station, as one by one, the infantry fighting vehicles that originally belonged to the Seventh Company were loaded onto transport wagons, the soldiers of the Seventh Company reluctantly stepped forward to see off their silent comrades.

Wipe away the dust from the tank that once belonged to our class and accompanied them for so long, and bid farewell to our silent comrades on their final journey.

Zhang Anbang was even busier. He used to be stationed in each class, so he also went to wipe down all the infantry fighting vehicles he had worked on.

"Deputy Company Commander, where do you think these old comrades will go? We've been together day and night for so many years, it's really hard to say goodbye to them all at once," Wu Liuyi asked while wiping the body of 207.

"What, you're not happy about getting new equipment? Haven't you heard the saying that the Air Force gets new planes, the Navy gets new ships, the Army gets new shoes, and the Armed Police gets new recruits? So you should be secretly happy to have new equipment."

As for where retired equipment goes, I don't know the final destination, but there are generally only a few ways: either it is stored for future use, or some of the better-performing equipment is stored for use in future wars or to replenish reserve forces.

One option is to support friendly countries by providing some individual weapons to friendly Third World countries to enhance their defense capabilities.

Another aspect is scrapping. For equipment that is severely worn or technologically outdated, it is destroyed by either complete smelting or dismantling and smelting. The materials obtained are then used to manufacture new weapons.

Finally, there's exhibition and education. Historically significant equipment is donated to museums or used in military academies for teaching, showcasing military history and technological development. "Zhang Anbang said while wiping the 207.

"Deputy Company Commander, look at what you're saying. How could I not be happy? New shoes can't compare to new equipment. It's just that I'm a little reluctant to part with them."

"I'd be happy to see equipment changes every day. Changing equipment means our country is stronger, our army is stronger, and our people will no longer be bullied," Wu Liuyi explained with a serious expression.

"Well said. In the past, none of our ancestors had a single gun. Airplanes, tanks, and cannons were out of the question. Even grenade launchers and mortars were treasures."

Nowadays, let's not even talk about airplanes and artillery. Just look at the powerful weapons for individual soldiers. The old, broken Type 40 rocket launcher, which is looked down upon, is equipped with armor-piercing rounds that can penetrate 180 mm of homogeneous steel plates. Back then, the Japanese had tiny tanks with only 10 mm of armor. A whole squadron of tanks could be wiped out in one go.

There are also the QLZ87 35mm automatic grenade launcher and the QLT89 50mm grenade launcher, which are carried by individual soldiers and have a maximum range of about 800 meters, equivalent to a lightweight small mortar.

The Type 91 35mm grenade launcher family includes various models such as shoulder-fired and rifle-mounted types, and mainly fires non-lethal ammunition, such as stun grenades and dye rounds.

Not to mention the HJ-73 and PF98 120mm anti-tank rocket launchers. Just wait, it won't be long before our troops go from wondering why they didn't have guns to wondering why they have guns. Sooner or later, we'll avenge what happened back then.

Gao Cheng smoked a cigarette and casually recounted these data, displaying a rather boastful and confident air.

Wu Liuyi was thrilled. Zhang Anbang felt that Gao Cheng's words were very insightful and prescient. In the world he came from, didn't the soldiers in the army ask why he was the one with the gun?

A loud commotion followed, signaling the train's approach to the station. Gao Cheng stubbed out his cigarette, looked to both sides but couldn't find a trash can, and was about to put the cigarette in his pocket.

Zhang Anbang pointed behind him, and Gao Cheng understood. He turned around and threw the cigarette butt, which flew in an arc and hit the trash can. Then he raised an eyebrow at Zhang Anbang and said, "See that? Come play basketball with me next time. Look at my skills."

"Company Commander, hurry up and get the troops ready. We can't just get off the train without an officer. Besides, my grenade-throwing skills are no joke when it comes to basketball, right, Liu Yi?" Zhang Anbang knew that Gao Cheng was calling on him.

After Gao Cheng acknowledged him, he asked to play basketball with him several times, but Zhang Anbang was simply too busy. Besides training his body, practicing military skills, communicating with the soldiers, and organizing files, he was extremely busy.

Wu Liuyi really wanted to say, "Why are you two arguing and asking me why? You're both leaders, and I've been smoking cigarettes at both of you." He could only chuckle twice and continue cleaning his 207.

Gao Cheng waved his hand unhappily, then turned and headed towards the exit.

The train slowly slowed down and came to a stop at the station entrance with a long whistle.

"Open the door"

At Gao Cheng's command, the veterans who had come with him stepped forward and opened the doors of the train carriages one by one.

The new recruits, dressed in green military uniforms and wearing big red flowers on their chests, looked at the world outside the vehicle with curiosity in their eyes.

"Everyone, get off the bus. Be careful."

Outside the carriage, Gao Cheng gave the order: "All new recruits, take your luggage and disembark in order."

Upon hearing Gao Cheng's order, the veterans immediately sprang into action.

As the new recruits stood in crooked lines under the veterans' reprimands, they were led out of the station.

Gao Cheng walked to the next carriage, and the tanks of the tank company, which were also about to be retired, roared past him. Gao Cheng was thinking about whether Shi Jin could bring back a few good soldiers this time.

I don't know which reckless guy in the tank company made that the turret wasn't adjusted and was at a 90-degree angle to the direction of travel before it drove forward, and the large gun barrel swept right past the door of this carriage that had just been opened.

Zhang Anbang thought it might not necessarily be a reckless kid; it could be a veteran playing a prank to deliberately scare the new recruit.

The recruits, who had been looking at the world outside the vehicle with curiosity, were a little confused. One of the shorter recruits even shrank his head back and raised his hands.

Zhang Anbang, who had followed Gao Cheng from afar, happened to witness this scene. This was the dark history of the future king of soldiers. Xu Mumu had probably done this countless times before, but never did it again.

All the soldiers from the Seventh Company who had come with them were stunned. They couldn't understand how someone could make such a move, a move they would rather die than make.

Zhang Anbang felt like he was witnessing a famous scene, but Gao Cheng, who was facing this action, suddenly became furious. He was just a new recruit, otherwise, Company Commander Gao would probably have kicked him.

Gao Cheng clenched his fist and then loosened it, then clenched it again. Zhang Anbang guessed that he was holding back, not wanting to lose his temper too much with the new recruit.

Just as Shi Jin jumped out of the car, he saw Gao Cheng walk quickly over, pointing his finger at the car door. Although his tone wasn't very harsh, anyone familiar with him could tell he was angry, very angry.

"Hey, soldier, soldier. Put your hands down. What are you doing? You think you're funny? Get down."

Xu Mumu stood there, stunned and at a loss.

Gao Cheng got even angrier, raising his voice several octaves, "Get down."

Xu Sanduo had no choice but to jump off the vehicle. However, he lost his footing when he landed and lunged at Gao Cheng.

Caught off guard, Gao Cheng was nearly bumped into by Xu Sanduo. Zhang Anbang pushed Gao Cheng's back from behind, and Shi Jin quickly supported Gao Cheng's arm from the side.

"Stand still, what are you panicking about?"

Seeing Xu Sanduo with his head hanging down, Gao Cheng angrily reached out and lifted Xu Sanduo's chin, "Lift your head up, lift it up."

Xu Sanduo looked up, his face full of grievance and confusion. Seeing the recruit's pathetic state, Gao Cheng could only turn and yell at the tank company, shouting, "Get that damn tank out of my way! Tank company, don't get in my way!"

He Hongtao, the instructor of the new recruits' company, also came over at this time and said to the new recruits on the vehicle in a gentle tone, "Get off the vehicle and line up. Hurry up and get off."

Takagi said helplessly, "Welcome to the 702nd Armored Infantry Regiment."

After saying that, he turned and left, and Shi Jin chased after him with a forced smile.

Zhang Anbang stayed where he was and joined He Hongtao in helping the new recruits get off the bus.