If there were no mistakes in the war,

If there is no carelessness in war,

if……

There are not so many ifs in this world. As someone has said, what determines the outcome of a war, apart from factors such as logistics, equipment, people, etc., is the competition of who makes fewer mistakes.

No one can cover everything, and even if they do, there will always be various errors spreading after the order is passed on.

The special forces are meant to catch the negligence caused by these mistakes, insert the knife and then stir it up, causing lacerations.

Zheng Yingqi once said to Yang Rui: Seize your mistakes and create greater results.

Yang Rui said at the time: But... what if I can’t find it?

"Then..." Zheng Yingqi's eyes were confused at that time, and he continued after a long time: "Find a way to make your opponent make mistakes."

Faced with an opponent who was extremely familiar with him, Yang Rui failed to catch the opponent's negligence, but used huge battle losses to make the "enemy" make mistakes on his own.

…

The hidden killer weapon determined the outcome with one punch at the critical moment, severely injuring Jiaolong. Such a result was the first time that the reconnaissance battalion had achieved such a fruitful result in a battle since becoming a sparring partner.

The reconnaissance battalion thought they had a winning chance.

The nerves that had been tense for the past three days relaxed, and the vicious "robbers" began to deliver quilts to the "hostages", waiting for the end of this uncontroversial banquet during the day.

No one noticed that several groups of "hostages" were hesitant to speak when facing the "robbers" who were sending warmth.

The entire target ship gradually fell into the silence after victory.

The infiltration team that had been waiting for this moment finally took action.

Although the reconnaissance battalion has relaxed, the required security force has not been completely withdrawn, but the number and density are more than three times less than before the war? As for the sentries on duty, their nerves can't help but relax at this time.

Attention is also focused on the black sea.

Zhang Chao is one of these sentinels. His eyes are aimlessly patrolling the sea, but his thoughts are flying involuntarily, recalling the various trainings during this period.

Suddenly there were faint footsteps behind me, and the sound was so soft that it was almost lost in the sound of seawater hitting the hull of the ship.

A few hours ago, when such a sound was heard, the first thing Zhang Chao did was to stand on guard, but now, his only thought was: Isn’t it time for the changing of the guard?

"Hey, it's not time for the changing of the guard yet, Old Liu, you..."

Zhang Chao said this and slowly turned around, but when he was halfway back, something hit his neck.

It's over!

Zhang Chao was stunned, and smiled bitterly in his heart. He had already realized what had happened - he had been a sparring partner for Jiaolong for so long, and Zhang Chao had already experienced the feeling of having something pressed against his neck three or four times.

"Brother, you're dead."

This line came out again, and then his neck felt cold, and a line was drawn on his dark neck.

Zhang Chao said with his last stubbornness: "If you wipe the aorta, you won't die immediately. Can I give you a warning?"

"Oh, then I'll make another cut."

As a result, there were seven or eight more "knife marks" on Zhang Chao's neck. The coolness from the rapid drying of the marker ink gave Zhang Chao the illusion that he had been whipped to death.

Seeing his "enemy" who had touched him off and turning to leave, Zhang Chao showed another wave of stubbornness: "You are struggling to the death!"

"The dead should stop talking."

At the same time, many sentries on the ship were "attacked" by similar attacks, and one after another were ruthlessly declared "dead". In just a few minutes, all the "eyes" on the ship were closed.

…

Thanks to high technology, everything on the ship can be seen clearly in the control room.

Seeing Jiaolong's infiltration team easily eliminate the sentry of the reconnaissance camp, everyone in the monitoring room looked at each other.

The reconnaissance camp was brought out by them. How could it... be so bad?

"Isn't this too outrageous? These guys in the reconnaissance camp are treated like real robbers, so weak?" Ostrich said with a surprised look on his face: "Can these guys be worthy of my meticulous training for such a long time?"

Leng Feng also commented softly: "Too lax."

"There is such a plot in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms. When Zhang Xiu chased Cao Jun for the first time, Jia Xu said that he would be defeated. Zhang Xiu didn't believe it. He failed in the first chase. After the defeat, Jia Xu suggested to chase Cao Jun again.

, the result was an easy victory for the second time," Zheng Yingqi looked at the monitors on many screens and said calmly:

"People's vigilance is often at its worst after a victory. There are countless such experiences in history, but future generations will never learn such lessons. Why?"

Zheng Yingqi's rhetorical question silenced everyone in the monitoring room.

When the selection and assessment were about to end, they had learned this lesson and were almost killed by the rookies in training.

At that time, the reconnaissance camp was considered an "audience" present, but a few months later, the reconnaissance camp also made the same mistake.

Is it strange that I don’t have a long memory?

Zheng Yingqi also stopped talking and did not continue.

The exercise on the target ship has also reached its final stage.

A group of "hostages" stood on the edge of the boat with ropes, looking at the group of rubber boats rowing silently on the sea with a sad face.

"We...really want to take them on board?"

"Isn't this disgusting? You want us to take them on board to beat our people?"

"Hey, can you recognize your identities? You are hostages, and we are on the same front. Stop talking nonsense, quickly throw the rope down and pull the person up!"

A group of hostages threw the rope down in anger. After more than ten seconds, Jiaolong team members wearing black combat uniforms climbed up along the rope. Looking at the hostages with dark faces, Jiaolong team members said with tears of gratitude:

"Thank you, brother!"

“Thank you so much!”

"Brothers are so good!"

"Well done! Well done to you! It's worthy of all the hard work we put in to save you!"

The "hostages" were almost so angry that they kicked their noses and faces. It was too much!

The instructors in the monitoring room were already lying on the floor laughing - they didn't realize that Jiaolong's guys could be so bad.

Even Zheng Yingqi couldn't hold back his laughter.

"Today's young people are becoming more and more good at playing. Instructor, does this count as a violation of their rules?" Xiaozhuang tilted his mouth at Zheng Yingqi in a very embarrassed manner.

Before Zheng Yingqi could make a decision, Wang Hui made the final judgment: "It doesn't count...well, it doesn't count, this doesn't count, hahaha..."

The exercise continues.

Even though the reconnaissance battalion performed very well before, they were far behind in the battle inside the ship. Especially after Jiaolong started to use tear gas unreasonably, the stubborn "robbers" burst into tears.

In a small space, tear gas can be fatal.

Without gas masks, if they want to persevere, they are just dreaming, and there are only two endings:

They were "shot to death" by "random gunshots", or they were captured alive neatly.

…

This exercise has come to an end.

For Jiaolong, this result cannot be called a victory, because more than half of them were damaged, and they are waiting for the instructor's storm.

After spending a restless day, the next morning, there was no familiar gas to wake up, and there was no savage urging from the instructors. It was not until it became dark that the authentic wake-up call woke the tired rookies from their sleep.

Awake.

Looking at the bright sky outside, the rookies who were awakened by the reveille looked at each other:

"this……"

"It's over!"

"Gonna die!"

"Oops!"

The rookies quickly put on their clothes and rushed down at a sprinting speed to assemble on their own initiative. However, after gathering for a long time, they still did not wait for the "hateful-looking" instructor.

But the rookies didn't dare to move. Experience told them that the "wretched stream" instructors must be hiding in the dark and quietly observing them at this time.

If anyone makes a fool or makes a mistake, when the instructors come on stage later, they will proudly find the erring team member and "torture" them in various ways.

But time passed little by little, and the instructor never showed up.

Until a voice came:

"Is it surprising?"

It was the eccentric instructor Deng.

No one dared to say anything.

"Comrades, your training camp is over. Go back and prepare. We will talk later."

The voice was gentle and gentle, no longer the fierce tone before.
To be continued...