China's regular armed forces are composed of two parts: the People's Liberation Army of China and the People's Armed Police Force of China. According to the division of arms, they can also be divided into the army, navy, air force, second artillery and armed police.

In terms of category, it can be divided into Class A troops, Class B troops, and Class C troops.

Class A troops have full ranks, and their daily ranks are more than 97%. They are well-equipped and can be engaged in group wars at any time. They usually exist in the form of group army, such as the 1st Army, the 13th Army, the 38th Army, etc., and also include special forces independently organized by each military region, such as the Oriental Sword and the Southwest Falcon;

Class B troops are equipped with 75% to 85% of the full units, and are not on combat duty. They are mainly responsible for the garrison tasks of various regions and cities. Due to the small amount of baggage equipment, they have better maneuverability than Class A troops; they also have scout troops and fast response units around the clock.

The C-class troops have almost only about 40% of the organization, mainly maintaining stability within the country. They are generally stationed in secondary areas, inland areas, and in **** areas, with armed police forces as the most. There are also well-equipped anti-terrorism special forces, and even have SPC special forces called "Red Vanguards" internationally.

Class A, Class B, Class C, and Class C are scattered across the country according to their functional tasks. However, no matter which unit in Class A is able to enter the special forces, it is the king of soldiers.

In addition to these three types of troops, there is also a little-known unit: the Special A unit.

The Special A unit is the highest-standard unit and the most mysterious unit, mainly responsible for national tasks. Its special forces are combined in the form of three companies: Martyrs' Company, Special Service Company, and Red Flag Company.

The Special A troops recruit members aged 7 to 16 from the country every year. After layers of screening, they either become logistics personnel of the Special A troops, enter three companies, or are eliminated.

The selection of personnel is extremely strict. In addition to the three generations of political review, it also requires certain expertise. It is usually mainly red children, but it is also recruited for civilians.

On the winding winding highway of 100,000 mountains, a medium-sized bus circling down quickly. Every turn of the bus will cause severe friction on the tires, which is enough to show that it is not suitable for driving at high speed on such sections of road at all.

The narrow winding mountain road has no guardrails at all, and there are cliffs under the road surface, and you will be crushed to pieces if you fall.

With such a speed circling down, it is simply not to take human lives seriously. Once there is a mistake, you will inevitably fall into a place of doom.

There were more than 20 children sitting in the bus, the younger ones were seven or eight years old, and the older ones were only ten years old. They looked outside in horror, some shivering, and some started to cry.

In the center of the front row of the car are two soldiers, one man and one woman, sitting side by side with these children, staring at the laptop in front of them while writing and drawing on the folder.

There are twenty-four square dynamic video images cut out on the computer. Each frame is a close-up of a child's cheek. There are a total of twenty-four children in the car, corresponding to twenty-four square images.

These children showed different facial expressions, most of them were fearful, and only a few were calmly staring out of the car window. Although they were shocked, they were not afraid.

The female soldier looked up and glanced at a little girl with jade. Kou'er couldn't help but smile and took a pen to write a line of words on the folder: Du Baby, a+.

"Give me all your Want Want Snow Cakes! Otherwise I will beat you!" The girl put her left hand on her waist and raised her fist with her right hand, threatening the boy sitting with her.

Xiao Yuanchao, who was sitting there gnawing the Want Wan Snow Cake, blinked his tears and obediently handed the Want Wan Snow Cake in his hand to the little girl.

"Hehe, this is almost the same." The little girl snatched the snow cake and slapped Xiao Yuanchao's head twice, saying, "My name is Du Baby. You will follow me from now on. If anyone dares to bully you, please report my name."

Xiao Yuanchao nodded dullly and reached out to wipe his tears.

"I'm so ashamed, the boy is still crying." As he chewed the Wanwang snow cakes, Du Baby curled his lips and scolded: "Crying man, I told you what my name is, why don't you tell me what your name is? The teacher said, children should be polite, do you understand?"

Xiao Yuanchao nodded, and his tears became even more fierce.

Seeing Xiao Yuanchao's appearance, the female officer frowned and picked up the pen to write a line of words: Xiao Yuanchao, e.

"Why are you still crying?" Du Baby wrinkled her cute little nose, reached out and grabbed Xiao Yuanchao's ears and pulled them out hard, and said with a smile: "Crying ghost, afraid of death, and her arms are broken, hehe... Tell my sister, what's your name? If you don't say it, I will pull you into Zhu Bajie."

With a "swish", Xiao Yuanchao stood up straight, and the male and female officers in front of the car burst into tears: "Teacher, wuwu...I want to go home, I want to go home, wuwuwu..."

Although the children in the car were very scared, they had become more or less used to it all the way. No one was crying like Xiao Yuanchao and was about to go home.

The female officer opened her eyes and looked at Xiao Yuanchao for a long time, picked up her pen and paused on his name for a long time, thinking about whether she wanted to cross it out.

"Xiao Yuanchao, why do you want to go home? Are you afraid?" The male officer stopped the female officer's movements and spoke out to ask.

Xiao Yuanchao shook his head, but nodded immediately.

"Are you afraid or not?" the male officer asked in a deep voice, staring at Xiao Yuanchao's eyes with bright eyes.

Being stared at by the male officer, Xiao Yuanchao wiped his tears and said, "Teacher, please send me home, wuwu... If I don't go home, my father will beat me to death, wuwuwu..."

When the other children in the car heard Xiao Yuanchao's words, they all smiled with their backs and their eyes fell on his face. The fear of the cliff outside the car window just now disappeared in an instant.

This is the nature of children. It is easy to divert their sight, behavior, and psychology through sudden events.

The baby next to him said, and his pink little face was full of contempt. She moved her butt to sit out and threw all the Wangwang snow cakes in her hand to Xiao Yuanchao, looking arrogant.

"Are you afraid of your dad?" asked the male officer.

"If you don't go home, my dad will beat me to death." Xiao Yuanchao wiped his face hard and begged: "Teacher, I want to go home, I won't play hide-and-seek with you anymore. If you see Uncle Changsheng, please tell me that I have dug a big hole, and I will invite him to my house to play hide-and-seek."

"Hahaha..." The male officer smiled and said, "Don't worry, your father will never beat you again. When you really walk out of here, no one will dare to beat you."

Xiao Yuanchao stood in a daze for most of the day, and asked timidly: "Really?"

"Really!" the male officer nodded affirmatively.

"Then are you good friends with Uncle Changsheng?" Xiao Yuanchao asked.

"Of course yes, not only good friends, but also good comrades and good brothers."

Hearing this, Xiao Yuanchao sat down, wiped the crying flower's little face hard, and stared blankly at the cliff outside the window.

Staring at Xiao Yuanchao's dazed look, the male officer whispered to the female officer: "He is only afraid of his father."

A strange look appeared in the female officer's eyes. He glanced at Xiao Yuanchao for a few times and drew a thick red horizontal bar under his name.

After Xiao Yuanchao's crying just now, the children in the car suddenly became active, chattering and gnawing on various snacks.

The baby sitting next to Xiao Yuanchao stopped talking. His little face was raised and he was breathing heavily in his nose, but he occasionally glanced at Xiao Yuanchao outside the window.

"Hmph!" Du Bao stabbed Xiao Yuanchao with his elbow, and then looked at the roof of the car with a proud look on his face.

"Du Baby, why are you hitting me?" Xiao Yuanchao turned his head and asked.

"Happy!" Du Baobao hugged his arms and crossed his legs, making a disdainful sound in his mouth.

"Oh." Xiao Yuanchao said oh, handed all the Wangwang snow cakes to Du Baobao, and said timidly: "Du Baobao, you, you... can you play with me?"

"Why?" Du Baobao shook the Wangwang snow cake to the ground, stared at Xiao Yuanchao and said, "I don't play with crying people."

Xiao Yuanchao looked at Du Baobao for a while, bent down and picked up the Wangwang Snow Cakes one by one, and put them back in Du Baobao's arms. Then he looked at the other person with hope, his lips opened but he didn't say anything.

With a "slam" sound, the baby shook the snow cake to the ground again.

Xiao Yuanchao immediately bent down and picked up the Wangwang snow cake and put it in Du Baby's arms again.

"What are you doing?" Du Baby shouted impatiently, and shook the Wangwang Snow Cake off again with great arrogance.

Xiao Yuanchao bent down without hesitation and picked it up, put it in Du Baby's arms, and then was shaken off by Du Baby and picked it up again.

The two of them repeated this action over and over again...
Chapter completed!