Chapter 15 Section VI

The convoy was walking on the winding mountain road, going round and round.The fog gradually rose beside the convoy, and gradually, the convoy entered the inextricable fog.Two Mitsubishi jeeps, several Jiefang trucks, and several auxiliary logistics vehicles are all He Zhijun's possessions. "Most of these officers and soldiers are the backbone of the reconnaissance brigade of Army Group A. I personally selected them." Geng Hui said with a wry smile. For the sake of face, besides——I tell you good news, Chen Yong, I want to come for you!" "Really?!" He Zhijun laughed, "This kid should be the company commander now, right?"

"Volunteer soldiers." Geng Hui smiled wryly. "What's going on?" He Zhijun didn't understand. "How could he be a volunteer? How could the Night Tiger Corps let him be a volunteer?" "What else can happen?" Geng Hui sighed, "He was recommended by the army to go to the Luyuan Academy, because you chose him to go to the front line and he didn't go. After fighting with you, he is too old and has no chance to go to school." "That can be done?" "Tigan? Lao He, are you really living in a vacuum?" Geng Hui looked outside and said slowly, "I asked him to follow me, but if he didn't leave, he was reluctant to leave the night tiger group. Later, the soldiers mentioned As for the indicators, he has been pushed! I am not the political commissar of the Night Tiger Group, and I can't help it."

"How did this happen?!" He Zhijun was anxious, "This is a battle hero, a born fighter! If he doesn't mention it, who else can?" "If only things were that simple..." Geng Hui smiled wryly. He Zhijun felt very heavy: "I ruined his future." "Don't talk about this for now, let's talk about personal feelings later." Geng Hui said, "I hung up the phone with the military region when I left in the morning. Our first tranche of funds can't be fully paid, only half of it can be paid." "Why?" He Zhijun wondered.

"There are a lot of places to use money, and half of the funds have been diverted to other places." Geng Hui said sullenly, "Let's do it first, and if the remaining half goes bad, I dare to move it away. " He Zhijun leaned on the back of his chair and didn't speak. Obviously he was not in a good mood. He said in a low voice for a long time: "For the matter of funds, I have to rely on you to run more." Geng Hui nodded: "You just catch your military, and I'll do the rest. You're not good at this either, so I'll go grind my teeth with those yamen."

The convoy arrived at an abandoned camp deep in the mountains.A platoon leader and a few soldiers were guarding the former artillery teaching regiment station, and the gate was already rusted.I haven't been in a car for a long time, and their cooks just ride a tricycle and walk through the side door to buy vegetables. They never go through the gate, so the gate is what it is now.The little platoon leader saw that the two colonels were very excited, and hurried out to salute. The guard at the door opened the lock, but he couldn't open the big lock no matter what.He Zhijun waved his hand in a bad mood, and Chen Yong got out of the car with a rifle on his back and a pair of pliers, and directly snapped the iron chain on the door.Then a few soldiers came up and opened the door with all their strength.

Then I saw a yard of weeds, and a few big mice ran over, not afraid of these strange visitors at all.The long-abandoned military building was devastated, without a single piece of glass.The guards in the yard were playing cards, wearing shorts and vests, and some were shirtless. The convoy went in, and the soldiers of the position management troops noticed that a field force was coming. He Zhijun and Geng Hui were walking on the grassy road and kicked out a few used condoms. "After the handover, you can go." He Zhijun said to the little second lieutenant who had been following him all the time. He didn't want to say anything. He had been guarding an abandoned camp in the mountains all the time. What did he want to expect from these little soldiers? ?

The little second lieutenant saluted excitedly, turned around and went to handover with the cadres behind him. The motorcade parked neatly one after another in front of the original viewing platform, and the excellent drivers parked the cars absolutely neatly, forming a green landscape on the grassy playground in front of He Zhijun and Geng Hui.At this moment, He Zhijun felt better.Then the cadres and volunteers in the car got off one after another, and quickly lined up in front of the car. Wearing 80 steel helmets, 87 standard camouflage uniforms and rubber shoes, and carrying weapons such as 81-1 automatic rifles, 85 micro-sound submachine guns, 85 sniper rifles and 81 light machine guns, the capable soldiers stood neatly in the knee-high grass. Small square.

One hundred and thirty-one, plus myself and Geng Hui, one hundred and thirty-three. This is all the belongings of the Langya Special Reconnaissance Brigade of the A Military Region of the Chinese People's Liberation Army. He Zhijun stood in front of these more than a hundred carefully selected officers and soldiers, and did not speak for a long time.My heart is sad, this is the Chinese Army Special Forces that have been called out for a long time. How many people will know in the future, how did the Chinese Army Special Forces come out?Funding, the whole army is complaining about the shortage of funds.After the Gulf War, the higher-ups tightened their budgets—the military during the transition period has not yet determined where the next key investment will be, so of course it must be strict.This is a very normal thing. The formation of formal special forces in the A military region was also one of the direct consequences of the Gulf War.But what to do, the superiors have no idea.What is the concept of special forces?For the Chinese army, which is accustomed to fighting with large corps and has always been preparing for a major war, the study of local wars has just begun.What more could one ask for?

1991 was an ordinary year. The year before, China had just hosted the Asian Games; this year, a high-tech local war was waged in the remote Arabian Peninsula. What else? When the one hundred and thirty-three soldiers saluted a brand new five-star red flag raised silently on the dilapidated flagpole, accompanied by the rustling sound of the rust residue accumulated on the flagpole for many years being torn off, He Zhijun knew that this year what else. To the world, insignificant. For him and his one hundred and thirty-two soldiers, it was a new beginning. They are making their own history.

It can even be said for the entire Chinese army that they are creating a new history of the Chinese army. And this new history was created in this abandoned barracks overgrown with grass. He Zhijun and his subordinates saluted the slowly rising five-star red flag. In the summer of 1991, in the depths of this mountain. A new history begins.