"Comrades, we will conduct a three-day border mountain simulation counter-terrorism drill—"

The troops gathered, and the captain Zhang Xiangyang mobilized.

When they heard this mission, all the soldiers in the team's eyes lit up. This is their best choice and can win honor for the squadron.

You should know that there are not many actual combat now, and the one that can highlight the combat effectiveness of a unit is this kind of exercise or exercise that is close to actual combat.

"The second squadron is like a wolf! The second squadron is like a wolf!! The second squadron is like a wolf!!!"

The soldiers let out a roar of hormones soaring, and they screamed as if they were injected with chicken blood.

This kind of drill is their exclusive bonus, absolutely no problem.

Seeing the high morale of the squadron soldiers, Zhang Xiangyang felt very uncomfortable. He really didn't want to pull the troops to be trained, but the problem was that this was not something he could control.

"What are you shouting?" Zhang Xiangyang glared: "This drill is not as good as a wolf, only you will lose! The third directly under the control of the terrorist drill, our second squadron is very honored to cooperate with them, serve as imaginary enemies, that is, serve as... terrorist armed forces... instructors, you mobilize next, I have something to do when I go in."

After throwing down this sentence that made the squadron all angry, Zhang Xiangyang turned around and walked into the building, ran to a corner, lit a cigarette and took a few big mouthfuls.

I feel frustrated, unhappy, humiliating!

He couldn't continue to say anything. He didn't know how to mobilize the soldiers because this mobilization was really impossible.

What kind of existence is the Second Squadron? The invincible existence in the area!

But their specifications are not comparable to those of the direct third detachment. If they want to do drills, they can only cooperate, but they didn't expect it to be this kind of cooperation.

"Why should we be imaginary enemies?"

"What are you doing? Our second squadron has done so many tasks, and all of them have been successfully completed. There are many people with first-class merit and second-class merit. Why do we become imaginary enemies?"

"I won't do it!"

"No, we must ask for an explanation. What our second squadron does is to fight terrorism. How many tough battles have we fought? Being a supporting player is the biggest insult to us!"

“…”

The soldiers were in a state of excitement and were in a mess.

"Shut up!" Wang Haijun shouted with a pale face: "Look at what you all look like, are you still like the soldiers of the Second Squadron? Are you still like the people's troops? Revolutionary soldiers are bricks. We have to do whatever we need to do!"

"Instructor, is this too bullying?" A squad leader said excitedly: "The throat is 600 kilometers westward, and our second squadron has always been guarding us. It has not disappointed since the day of taking on the task, but what is this happening now? There are all kinds of players, and you can just pull a squadron, but why choose our second squadron?"

"We are engaged in counter-terrorism, we are engaged in special operations, not others' companions!"

“…”

Hearing these voices, Wang Haijun's facial muscles twitched violently, and he felt depressed. But when he faced the soldiers, he could not scold his mother. He had to convey the intentions of his superiors well, do a good job of ideological work, and mobilize them.

He wanted to get into the building like the captain to smoke, but when he was leaving, the troops would definitely be in chaos.

"I said what are your names? Who are you talking to? Who are you asking?" Ge Zhen ran to the queue and glared at him fiercely: "You are not happy and making trouble here, but who are the captain and instructors talking to you? They are all old and big, can you do what you know? Are they the counter-strike elites, are we terror armed? It's very simple, can you just take them? We are the strongest in counter-terrorism; we are also the terror-hehehe..."

Ge Zhen let out a cold smile, and the soldiers below were covered in goose bumps, and then they immediately realized.

"Who asked you to leave the queue? Go back!" Wang Haijun glared and waved his hand: "Eat and prepare to pedal!"

"yes!"

The soldiers replied loudly, with smiles on their faces, as if they were infected by Ge Zhen, which was quite sinister.

...

Go north through the Black Gobi and reach Mazong Mountain.

This is a major area in the northwest border, bordering Outer Mongolia. The main area is composed of the main peak of Mazong Mountain, which is composed of quasi-plained dry and eroded low mountains, residual hills, flood accumulation and eroded flat ground.

This drill was carried out on a mountain in the Mazong Mountain area.

The entire mountain is gray, with almost no vegetation covering it, and is surrounded by vast Gobi Deserts mixed with yellow sand, giving people a spacious but desolate feeling.

But in the eyes of the soldiers in the northwest, this is again vast and magnificent. They have long been used to the bright moon above the border yellow sand and Gobi.

The troops set off here, field tents were built, field cooking chariots were in place, and various logistics facilities were in place.

The tent of the Third Detachment is on the left, and the tent of the Second Squadron is on the right. The two are about fifty meters apart, one is a large area and the other is a small area.

There is no way, it's not the same level at all.

The second squadron is only a company-level unit with a full 108 people, while the third squadron is a regiment-level unit with three brigades under it, each brigade has three squadrons, and each squadron has different tasks.

It includes police dog squadron, chemical defense squadron, artillery squadron, communication squadron, electronic countermeasure squadron, etc.

What is the second squadron? There is nothing, there are just a group of howling soldiers.

"Lao Zhang, Lao Wang, is it time to eat? Let's see how your food is, haha..." Captain Ren Langlang of the Third Detachment came over and shouted loudly.

Hearing this guy's voice, Zhang Xiangyang and Wang Haijun's faces turned dark, and they sat there motionless, unwilling to pay attention to each other.

"Just eat carrots, cabbage, pork belly? No, why is the food in your second squadron so bad? This cooking squad leader, how much does your second squadron cost every day?"

In front of the cooking cart, Tao Yonggang was asked and smiled.

"Chief, the standard for food expenses for our second squadron is 8.7 yuan. With the local subsidy, it will be less than ten yuan." Tao Yonggang replied.

"What? Ten yuan? It's a lot. How can I eat radish and cabbage stewed pork belly? The food cost of our third team is only 19, including beef, turtle, roast chicken...."

Zhang Xiangyang couldn't sit still, stood up and walked over, staring at Ren Langlang with a dark face.

"Hey, Lao Zhang, I haven't eaten yet, I'm idle, so let's organize a song." Ren Langlang smiled and handed a cigarette: "Let the soldiers relax before the drill. Of course, there are many of us, if you dare not..."

"Who dares you say?" Zhang Xiangyang got mad, slapped off the cigarette, turned around and gave an order: "Deputy Captain, gather the troops and sing with their three detachments! If you can't pull me, I will carry the burden and run around the mountains!"

"yes!"

...
Chapter completed!