Chapter 142 Chapter 142 Looking at him fiercely

I looked at him fiercely, but there was nothing I could do. Because your chief has surrendered and your rifle has been put down, what face do you have to shout at others now? ! In other words, are you a fart? ! ——In fact, it is not a shame to capture each other during the exercise. If it is an actual combat, we all know that most of them will definitely die on the battlefield rather than surrender, but an exercise is an exercise, and there is no need for that. But I didn't know this at the time. It was my first time to participate in a real-soldier confrontational exercise! The veterans have all participated so there is nothing too shameful about it.

But I was really uncomfortable at the time! How can I surrender? ! How can I, Xiaozhuang, surrender? ! The cat-headed squad leader gave me the handcuffs with a smile: "Aren't you tight? It's okay, I'll loosen them in a while!" We were taken to the transport helicopter. I saw that the deputy chief of staff and the Guangdong non-commissioned officer were also brought here. All were captured and none survived. ——Later I found out that the responding helicopter was judged by the director's department to be hammered down without even passing through the cordon. The Blues have long been ready.

This is a trap. The base of the Maotou brigade is fake, just waiting for us to come. Awesome? Such a large fake base is just for an exercise. Just to wait for less than 20 of us. I sat on the helicopter with tears in my eyes and slowly went up to the sky. I was captured. For the first and only time in my special operations career I put down my arms. The feeling of shame occupied the bottom of my heart at that time. How can I be captured? How can I, Xiaozhuang, put down my weapon? However, this is something that I can't admit to. Because facts cannot be changed. How else can it be called a fact?

When I was 18 years old, I first learned about resourcefulness, cunning, cunning and great military wisdom. This understanding came from the failure of the operation to capture the Maotou He brigade.I used to think that I was a bird, I was brave, I ran fast, I shot accurately, I was not afraid of death, I dared to die - I only knew when I was sitting on the helicopter wearing black handcuffs. The little soldier's idea - what is the concept of a warrior? Playing resourcefulness, this sounds good-to put it bluntly, it is playing conspiracy. Maotou Lei Brigade, a special warfare commander who graduated from the Conducting Department of the Conservatory of Music.

He taught me the most important lesson of my special operations career. When I was on the helicopter, I began to understand that in fact, the Maotou Lei brigade knew every move of our dog-headed special service team. It also includes sleeping with the smell in the warehouse of the meat joint factory that I don’t want to recall in my life. Of course, it also includes us flying in the sky and hiding ourselves under the vegetables to pass the test—he can see it clearly , but just don't do it. Why doesn't he do it? Because unhappy. He had to do it when he felt comfortable, otherwise wouldn't such a big base be set up for nothing?Just wait for our gang of soldiers to get into the mousetrap, why do you want to do it if you don't get into the trap?

This is the mentality of the old special warfare oilman, how can he do it when he is upset?It's better to just hammer down the helicopter that brought us here. So just waited until we got to his mousetrap before giving us a shot. Let's fail utterly. Yes, what failure is better than total failure? I really sigh in the bottom of my heart!Why is a soldier a soldier and a general a general? The difference lies here. Small soldiers can't control their own destiny, and generals can't control their own destiny in a big sense, but it's really easy for him to control the fate of us small soldiers!

We let him control, honestly got into his mousetrap. The helicopter stayed in the air and began to slowly descend.I saw the outside from the porthole, which is also a military field base, but it feels like a field hospital.In addition to the fact that there are no female soldiers and cadres, this place is really a field hospital. The cat's head's lair is here. We were taken off the plane and lined up below. Under the light of the searchlight, I saw noisy figures around me. I also saw a very thin officer standing in an assault vehicle.As the light shone on my eyes, I couldn't see his face and military rank clearly, but I knew he was definitely the Maotou Lei Brigade—the only one who could stand like that bird in such a special force was their commander .

I squinted my eyes to adjust to the bright light, but I still couldn't see him clearly. But I know he's watching each of us. That feeling is like an old cat looking at the group of mice it has caught with satisfaction. Then he jumped out of the car, very neatly. He came to us. I gradually saw his figure change from backlight to frontlight, that is, from black to color.He was wearing a black beret and a field camouflage uniform with big black cowhide boots, except for the cat head armband on his arm, which was the same as when we were in the Kobold Brigade.The Army Special Forces of the whole army are all of this nature.

What else do I see? His smile was not a smile, nor a mockery, just a faint smile. It's a half-smile, this is the old cat. Under the optical lens, his eyes also seemed to be smiling but not smiling. He waved, and the cats uncuffed us. He looks at us. When the handcuffs of the Goutou High School team were opened, there was a standing salute: "Brigade Lei!" The old cat returned the salute, and his movements were really chic, which showed that he was not in an ordinary mood! At first, I wanted to scold the Goutou High School team in my heart, you salute the fucker? !Beg for mercy? !Later, when I thought about whether it was the People's Liberation Army or the old superiors, how could you not salute?But I don’t think I’ll salute him if I don’t know him—now that I think about it, I really think highly of myself, what would a character like Lao Mao say to me, a little soldier?Will he exchange military salutes with me?What is my identity, what is his identity?He is not He Daduan and he will look at me high. In his eyes, we are all little soldiers, but we are still little mice in his old cat's mouth!