"Zhang Muyun?! Oh, it turns out it's this guy!"

It was not until Liao Wuyang left for a while that Wen Feng suddenly slapped his head and remembered who this kid was.

It was also strange that Wen Feng focused his energy on the mobilization of the Paili battlefield during this period. Zhang Muyun also made Wen Feng feel that he was not threatening, or that this kid was inconspicuous at all. Even if he challenged so many people on the shooting range that day, Wen Feng had forgotten this code.

"Uh, but why did the company commander tell me specifically? And why did the Sixth Company not want to compete with the Fourth Company? Could it be..."

He had always been thinking about crossing the Red River in his head, but suddenly it was exciting. Wen Feng didn't react at that time, but when he remembered that Jiang Haipeng, the company chief, was the deputy company commander of the former Fourth Company, he felt relieved.

"Damn it, it seems that the company commander must be dissatisfied. I hope I will compare that Zhang Muyun?"

The Fourth Company has always been a hero company of the entire regiment and is most valued by the XXX regiment. The third row where Zhang Muyun is located is also the ace of their Fourth Company. Although the Sixth Company is a newly expanded unit, as a soldier, he must have held his breath in his heart. If the first row where Wen Feng is located is stronger than the third row, both the Sixth Company and Jiang Haipeng will definitely be particularly proud of their face.

"Take him down? Only six Vietnamese were eliminated? Hehe..."

After figuring out what happened, Wenfeng also knew why Jiang Haipeng was coming to stimulate him. But to be honest, Wenfeng was really not interested in Zhang Muyun's terror record. Not to mention that only one platoon killed six people, even if Wenfeng was allowed to take action, he had always been a group of ten or hundreds of people in CCS. Isn't six people still a pediatric department?

"Squad leader of the third squad, send a warning! Other personnel will rest on the spot!"

"clear!"

"Squad leader, Fang Zhijun!"

"arrive!"

"Go to the Mule and Horse Brigade to report to see if they need anything we can help!"

Wen Feng returned to the hidden place of the entire platoon and saw that there was no safety problem. Then he issued an order to Squad 3 and Squad 1. However, when he was talking to Squad 1, Fang Zhijun, he gave a strange wink at Squad 1 and said to them:

"I ask comrades to come over with light clothes. How can I help me carry so many things!"

"yes!"

This order was a bit confusing. Although there were more than a hundred mules and horses in the regiment logistics detachment without any escorts, there were dozens of migrant workers. What were the fun in this row and one squad? Many people were very surprised when they heard this order.

But Comrade Fang Zhijun didn't think so. This kid was very clever and said with a very energetic chest:

"Make sure to complete the task!"

The two guys with ulterior motives shook each other. The poor Director Liu of the Logistics Department of the regiment never expected that the enemy did not do anything bad to them when they went to the battlefield, but someone else had his own ideas.

Fang Zhijun is a very good guy. Not only did he let the comrades in the class put down most of the equipment, but he also had a few exaggerated ones who didn't even bring a gun. This kid just wanted to see if he could touch a few light machine guns and let Director Liu know about this matter and vomit blood.

"The others are resting on the spot. If you can sleep, let me sleep. When you fight, you will be energetic. If you really can't sleep, you can't kowtow, but you can't leave, and the sound is not too loud!"

Director Liu can't spit blood or not. Anyway, he only knows now that whoever has the biggest fist will win when fighting. If their platoon really produces a lot of ammunition and can get two machine guns, the combat effectiveness will increase by at least 30%. What should I do if I pursue it after the war? Hehe, after winning the battle, who cares about you? Anyway, I haven't taken it home. All these things are given to Vietnamese monkeys. Who can say what they have?

"Xiao Wu, where does this fellow villager live? Are you familiar with the situation in the Honghe area?"

If the attack was not launched until the early morning of the 17th, then a row of people would have to wait here for several hours. It would be impossible for the soldiers to do nothing for such a long time. On the battlefield, the most feared thing was that the soldiers were thinking randomly, which would have problems.

It's still early now, and Wenfeng knew it would be difficult to let everyone fall asleep, so it would be nice to let these over-energy guys talk about the mountains and relax. So he took the initiative to walk to Xiao Wu, the regiment's reconnaissance company, and started chatting.

"Comrade, I am not a local. I was there, I am a Chinese overseas Chinese. I was so helpless by Vietnam that I returned to China!"

Unexpectedly, Yuan Meng was a very talkative person. Seeing Wen Feng taking the initiative to sit over, Xiao Wu had not spoken yet, he took the initiative to talk to Wen Feng. When he pointed his finger at the direction of Vietnam, Wen Feng felt that his Mandarin was still standard, but it had a soft smell. Maybe it was because he had lived in Vietnam for a long time.

"So that's the case. Then you must know Vietnamese soldiers very well! I heard that they have good combat effectiveness, have been fighting all the time, and have great combat experience?"

Wenfeng's eyes lit up. He just wanted to say it casually, but he didn't expect that there might be a big gain!

"Hey, not bad?! It is possible to bully our overseas Chinese who have no swords and no guns, must be very capable!"

Surprisingly, Yuan Meng curled his lips and felt particularly disdainful, and even sparks of anger appeared in his eyes. Then he looked at Wen Feng and his warrior and said, "But you really met you? I think they may not be good!"

"Why do you say that?"

Wen Feng suddenly became interested and thought that this was a great opportunity to promote it. It would be more convincing to let us Chinese overseas Chinese say it, so he even raised his voice carefully so that the soldiers could hear it.

"Because of discipline, I looked at our army and compared the Vietnamese army. In comparison, their discipline is very loose and very greedy!"

It seems that Meng, the Yuan Dynasty has been in Vietnam for many years, and she really knows Vietnamese soldiers very well and speaks in an orderly manner. He pointed to the Honghe River and asked Wenfeng:

"Comrade, have you seen the Dongping Ferry on the other side?"

"I saw it, what's wrong?"

Wen Feng nodded and signaled that Yuan Meng would continue to speak.

"According to what I said, there was actually a platoon of the Vietnamese army stationed opposite me, but they never took care of the matter and didn't train much!"

Everyone knows that in the years before the counterattack against Vietnam, in addition to the Vietnamese getting closer and closer to the Russians and eroding our border territory and causing bloodshed, the Vietnamese's extensive persecution of overseas Chinese was also an important reason for China's dispatch of troops this time. Perhaps the Yuan Meng, as an overseas Chinese, really suffered a lot of grievances, and he said with contempt:

"And their officials like to go out to find women at night. I dare say that you are the one who charges, and there is not even a commander in their position. You will definitely collapse once you fight!"

"Oh, what you said may be true. Our troops have sent people here just now. They have not encountered any resistance. I have never heard of a platoon of Vietnamese troops. Do you think they would have called reinforcements?"

It was such a surprise. Wen Feng quickly cooperated to tell what he had just heard. Not to mention that the 7th Company had not encountered any resistance, but it seemed that no enemy had been eliminated.

"That's all, I must have seen your troops passing by, and those soldiers who were not willing to wait for death, all ran away!"

In his eyes, Yuan Meng's tone naturally seemed to look down on these Vietnamese troops at all.

"Is that true? Maybe that's true."

The literary style is very happy. Meng in this courtyard may be a lucky star in their row, so he continued to seduce him: "My fellow villager, then let us talk about our soldiers, so that we can understand these Vietnamese more, and we don't have much fear when fighting."

"Afraid of them? If you can fire a gun to me, I can kill them both!"

Yuan Meng waved his hand and his voice was not small. He had already attracted the attention of most of the soldiers in a row. He continued: "Don't listen to Vietnam's blowjob, why are the third world's military power? That's actually shit... But Vietnamese women are still very good..."

"Really? Then wouldn't it be easy for us to hit it?"

"It seems that the Yue Jun didn't think so terrible. Speaking of which, they were fighting with us, and they were playing with their apprentices and masters? How could they be our opponents?"

"If this is the case, we can kill a few more Vietnamese, and we can also make contributions and become heroes!"

...

You really don't know, this teenager is not ordinary enough to talk about it. When it comes to the fact that the literary style is not needed to match him, naturally some soldiers asked in a lingering manner. When this teenager talks about Vietnamese soldiers and how he makes women in Vietnam, these words are heard by these 10**-year-old soldiers, which makes the soldiers excited and their eyes glow. They will be very dangerous even when they go to the battlefield at once.

Wen Feng was so happy that he almost jumped up. He only hated that he did not have this right. If he had this ability, he really wanted to directly award the second-class merit to the Meng of the Academy.

You should know that what he is doing now is definitely the greatest help to the soldiers in the row, and can allow these young soldiers to walk to the battlefield with strong confidence. How precious is such a fighting spirit and fighting enthusiasm? It cannot be measured by money.

Everything was moving towards the goal of literary style. Until the men of the Yuanmeng said he was dry and the goods in his stomach might have been almost exhausted. A row of comrades finally ate the dry food they brought, and they all fell asleep with peace of mind.

The only thing that made Wen Feng a little depressed was that Meng Tmd seemed to be very good at this courtyard. He didn't know what others were doing. But after he heard that Meng had played with the glorious deeds of beautiful Vietnamese women in Vietnam, he might have never met a woman for a long time. Even though he had countless spring dreams on the night of the battlefield, Wen Feng finally found that he had shamelessly ejaculated...

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Chapter completed!