Starting from the deputy company commander of the Soldier Assault Team

As the training continued, by the fifth day, the snow on the ground had mostly melted, but another problem arose: strong winds, strong winds from the north.

The winds in the north, especially in winter, are no joke. They may not blow at all, but once they do, they last for days on end, sometimes a week or more.

The wind was also quite strong, ranging from level four or five to level seven or eight, especially in the mountainous areas where the training was being conducted. Gusts of level seven or eight were common in open valleys.

The wind wouldn't normally mean anything, but it was a different story for the reconnaissance battalion members who were on field training.

Those who have experienced it know that even at a normal temperature of -10 degrees Celsius, especially when the sun is out, the perceived temperature is still acceptable.

But once the wind picks up, the perceived temperature of minus ten degrees can drop another six or seven degrees, which is no different from dropping to minus seventeen or eighteen degrees out of thin air.

The mountain valleys offered no shelter, and the biting wind, carrying fragments of melted ice, lashed through the air, seeping into collars, cuffs, and trouser cuffs.

After lying prone in ambush position for more than ten minutes, the exposed cheeks and nose tip would become numb and lose sensation. Even if wearing standard thick cotton gloves, it wouldn't take long for the fingertips to gradually become stiff.

At first, it was just a tingling pain in my fingertips, but before long, the numbness would creep up my fingertips, and my grip on the rifle would become weak and unsteady.

When raising and bending my arms, my knuckles feel stiff and stiff. I can only take advantage of the breaks between shifts to quickly put them in my pocket and rub them repeatedly while breathing on them to warm them up.

The tent suffered even more; gusts of wind at force 7 or 8 slammed against the tent fabric with loud thuds, causing the entire tent to sway back and forth.

The ropes securing the ground stakes were taut, and the duty officer had to patrol the camp every hour to ensure the ropes didn't break or the stakes didn't come loose.

The cold wind blew into the tent through the gaps at night, and the blankets couldn't keep out any warmth.

The canvas curtains of the kitchen shed were blown back and forth by the wind. When the cooks were preparing food, two people had to hold the curtains down tightly, otherwise a spark would be blown away by the strong wind.

The pressure to prevent fires instantly doubled, and the fire-fighting mops and dry powder fire extinguishers neatly stacked along the wall were not allowed to be moved for a moment.

The originally planned static infiltration time had to be significantly shortened. Gao Cheng also lay prone on the position, his gaze sweeping over the soldiers lying on the bare, muddy, ice-mixed ground not far away, and his brows furrowed involuntarily.

The cold wind seeped into the bones along my back, and my hands and feet felt numb from the cold even before the allotted time was up.

Gao Cheng stood up, rubbed his hands together, and immediately gave the order: "All infiltrator teams shall take turns resting every twenty minutes. They shall rub their hands and stomp their feet to move their limbs and shall not be allowed to remain still for long periods of time."

As soon as the order was given, all the personnel in the ambush immediately began to rotate shifts. Medics carried first-aid kits and went back and forth, checking each soldier's hands and feet for signs of whitening or frostbite.

Gao Cheng looked at the busy crowd, then turned to Zhang Anbang, "Anbang, your plan is indeed very good. Not only did you prepare a contingency plan in advance, but you even calculated the time for infiltration after the wind picks up. Very good."

"Oh," Zhang Anbang raised an eyebrow, "Company Commander, I like what you're saying. Please say more, the more the better."

Gao Cheng tilted his head and looked at Zhang Anbang's somewhat reckless expression, and unconsciously twitched the corner of his mouth. This guy's skin is getting thicker and thicker. "You kid, you've really learned a lot from spending more than two years with that guy surnamed Yuan."

"One is influenced by one's company; you've been thoroughly tainted by it. It's a good thing you've been transferred back now, otherwise, if you'd become even more shameless, I'd worry about whether your siblings would still want you."

After a pause, Gao Cheng continued, "However, we never did this kind of winter training camp at the end of the year when we were in the Seventh Company. Where did you get such accurate data?"

Don't tell me you found this in the training department's files; their previous records didn't contain such detailed data.

Zhang Anbang shrugged. "Guess what? But I already told the logistics tents that hot water is available 24 hours a day, and frostbite ointment and hot compresses are readily available. It shouldn't be a big problem."

Company Commander, remember to make sure everyone's skin condition is checked after morning and evening exercises. If any signs of frostbite are found, isolate and allow them to rest immediately. Don't try to tough it out.

More than half of the training period has passed, so we can't afford to be careless. The last mile is the hardest; if we hold our ground these last few days, your reconnaissance battalion will have made a good start.

Gao Cheng smiled but didn't say anything. He knew very well that, given his relationship with Zhang Anbang, if he could tell him, he wouldn't keep him in suspense and say "guess." Since he didn't say it directly, it meant he couldn't say it.

Zhang Anbang smiled as well. His experience was indeed not obtained from the files in the training department, and much of his experience was not even gained in China.

Many of the details were discovered through repeated missions led by Yuan Lang and Wu Zhe. These experiences are not classified and can be applied to ordinary troops.

This is also why officers within the Old A unit rotate every few years. Although that unit is not entirely special forces in nature, its size is limited and not suitable for the long-term development of officers.

It is essentially a combat training school for junior and mid-level officers. Every few years, outstanding officers selected from across the army are reassigned to various units, which can drive the rapid development of front-line troops.

The reconnaissance equipment in the mountains was also affected; the strong winds kept shaking the tripods, and the telescope sights were covered with a layer of cold air.

The data from the wind and direction measuring equipment fluctuated from time to time, which disrupted the originally smooth rhythm of the reconnaissance training course, but the impact was not significant.

The soldiers found it even more unbearable when they were lined up, as the cold wind blew straight into their throats and their voices were torn apart by the gale.

If you stand there for less than half an hour, your ear tips and chin will turn bright red from the cold, and even if you are wrapped in a thick cotton coat, you can't stop your whole body from shivering uncontrollably.

In such weather, Gao Cheng, who was already very responsible, followed up even more frequently, checking the soldiers' cold-weather protection in each tent twice a day, morning and evening.

When I saw soldiers leaving their tents for short periods without wearing earmuffs or tucking their trousers in for convenience, I immediately started swearing.

"Damn it, what are you doing? Don't think that going out for a smoke or a quick pee won't take much time and that wearing less is no big deal. It's windy and cold up in the mountains. If something happens, it will not only delay your training but also leave you with health problems."

On the eighth day of the training, the focus of the training shifted entirely to the graduation assessment and acceptance, and all training was carried out in accordance with the assessment and acceptance standards of the eighth module of the plan.

Zhang Anbang spearheaded the streamlining of the entire assessment process, detailing the scoring rules for each subject and dividing the assessment evaluation teams.

Clear deduction standards and standardized score registration ensure fairness and realism throughout the assessment process, leaving no room for ambiguous scoring.