Chapter 99: Iron Warrior
F established Zhangzhou... as a quasi-war zone, the A3 Special Brigade is stationed here. Undertaking combat missions against Taiwan. The soldiers in the A3 Special Brigade are professionalized, and they have been here for at least 5 years. On sunny days with good visibility, standing by the sea, you can see the Taiwanese islands of Kinmen and Matsu in the distance.
The A3 Special Troop was formed under such background conditions. The 177th Special Operations Company where Ye Yangjian is located is even more the sharp knife of A3. Their main training subjects are jungle warfare, survival, blasting, infiltration, positioning, capture, ambush, forced crossing and small team combat.
Special permission from the heavens, the 10th combat class of the 177th was formed independently of the other three platoons. And its first platoon leader was Ye Yangjian, who had a lieutenant rank under the name of national defense student and his uncle's relationship.
Another reason is that, apart from him, the tenth class never yields to others. Under the strong overall strength of 177, the tenth class grew rapidly. With extremely strong cohesion, its combat effectiveness formed at a speed that even Jiang Hai found astonishing.
"Looks like the wolf cubs are even more ruthless than we thought, huh?" Jiang Hai said with a smile, standing at the edge of the training field with his eyes narrowed and puffing on a cigarette.
"Kill them for me, tonight I'll go ask Captain Lian to add some dishes and drink wine!" Niyang Jian, who had just been knocked to the ground, got up, nonchalantly patted the dust off his shoulders, spat out a mouthful of phlegm, and let out a loud roar. Waving his fist, he rejoined the battle...
If 177 is a pack of wolves, then the tenth class led by Ye Yangjian is a group of bad wolf cubs. As for their training results, let's not mention it for now. Just talking about fighting with other troops, which time wasn't the tenth class "howling" and charging to the front, desperately refusing to give up.
"Ah, the 10th class is quite good, they can fight and resist, their military discipline is very high. They have already formed a combat force..." said a platoon leader, hammering his mouth with an iron fist. The scene was fiery and chaotic, with loud shouts! Yang Jian was leading the soldiers of the 10th class and a company from the Marine Corps in a fierce battle.
In the troops, fighting has its own rules. Those who win come back to slaughter pigs and have a feast. Those who lose are directly locked up for three days. In 177, even the company commander Jiang Hai was lenient, as long as you could win a fight, you might occasionally get to drink some wine, and Yang Jian's motto was "Follow me, and you'll have meat to eat!"
The food level of A3 is generally very good, with each soldier having half a chicken to eat every day, and safflower stewed medicinal water to supplement the physical strength consumed. However, the meat earned by eating is just fragrant, and the tenth class often goes out to find opportunities for extra meals.
It's been over 10 months since I became a soldier, although I've become familiar with the environment and integrated into the collective of 177, but the training is still very tough. Yang Jian still remembers the first time he participated in sea training...
Fujian Zhangzhou is close to the equatorial region, with a scorching summer sun and surface temperatures reaching over 50 degrees Celsius on the vast sandy beaches. One boring night, Yang Jian buried a bucket of instant noodles half-buried in the sand and poured in some mineral water. Ten minutes later, the noodles were cooked... Of course, the experimental materials weren't wasted either. The big bear dragged away the banner that read "Wilderness Survival Rule No. 1: Never waste any food" and ate it clean.
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"A hard-bitten company... hard-bitten soldiers, red-hot ideas, bullets with eyes, bayonets stained with blood..." At 6:00 in the morning, the 177th Special Forces Company roared out loud military songs, and marched in formation to the training beach.
A red flag with a black wolf head totem, standing upright on the beach, its triangular spear pointing straight at the sky. The sea breeze carrying the smell of seawater blew the wolf head flag, making it flutter loudly... Under the flag, all 177 warriors were bare-chested, revealing their robust, dark, and explosive muscles. They wore camouflage pants and combat boots, sitting in a neat row on the beach with their backs to their motherland and facing Taiwan. They faced the first ray of sunlight rising above the sea level, shouting loud military songs, welcoming the most brutal training.
The sea training is simply brutal! From 6 am when the sun rises to 4 pm, no food, no water, no movement, and no wiping of sweat. After 4 pm, all soldiers are required to carry a backpack weighing as much as their usual equipment for 20 miles at sea! This is a test of human physical and mental limits. A second-line unit once imitated this training method, resulting in half of the troops collapsing within a week. This is truly a man's game, please leave all cowards behind. If you are not a real man with an unyielding determination to push yourself to the brink of death and back, please do not appear on the beach.
