Chapter 23 Training

  After taking a bath, Zhang Feng carefully examined Kusay's small body board. Compared to his original body, he had indeed become much weaker, and many of his combat skills could not be used. Especially in hand-to-hand combat, if he encountered danger in the future, this shell might not be enough for him to use.

  As a second-generation official, it's already quite good if one doesn't have a big belly and overnutrition.

  Even with more bodyguards, there are times when they lose their grip. One must train this body to be strong! Zhang Feng made up his mind and decided to train with the soldiers starting tomorrow!

  The next morning, Zhang Feng put on his training uniform, wore a sandbag vest, and carried a full set of combat equipment: an AK-47 assault rifle, 100 rounds of ammunition, four hand grenades, and started a five-kilometer cross-country run with heavy loads, which was also one of his daily essential training subjects.

  "Second Master, Second Master..." Gassar shouted from behind: "I've already prepared breakfast, please have your meal first!"

  "Wait for me to come back and talk!" Zhang Feng turned his head and continued running forward.

  As soon as Zhang Feng went out of the gate, the soldiers who were in charge of guarding him followed and ran after him.

  Warikh and Marwan followed Zhang Feng from behind, it was their duty to protect the safety of Kusay.

  A small team started running in the camp area like this.

  Breathing in fresh air, Zhang Feng adjusted his frequency to allow his body to adapt to the intensity of the training. The long-forgotten familiar feeling reappeared on him once again.

  After running, he felt great and eating breakfast was even more appetizing. Although from now on he wouldn't be able to eat Chinese dishes, looking at the sandwiches and salads, he still wolfed down a few in one breath.

  It's probably only this special soldier who can enjoy such treatment, in the military camp, there is even a nanny to take care of him, and even Ibrahim is likely a guardsman doing these tasks for him. Gassar has followed Kusay for several years and is very familiar with his preferences.

  After dinner, Zhang Feng came to the headquarters of the 35th Brigade again and met with Brigade Commander Mohamad.

  "Under your command, we have come up with a battle plan after a night of detailed discussion," Muhammad said.

  So fast? The efficiency of this trip is quite high. Zhang Feng said: "Then please let the tour leader introduce himself."

  "We are currently stationed here on standby, and last night we received an emergency order to recall all soldiers who were on leave outside the unit. We expect to complete our combat preparations within two days. At the same time, we have sent out several armored vehicles into the swamp to search for the enemy's main force." Muhammad said: "If we really find Iranian tanks sneaking up on us through the swamp, we will take the initiative to attack with two tank battalions as the vanguard, entering the swamp area. The mechanized infantry battalion will follow behind, and before the enemy can break out of the swamp, we will annihilate them in the swamp. The artillery battalion is unable to deploy their guns here, but that's okay. Even if the Iranian Chieftain tanks can enter the swamp, they are definitely not as agile as our tanks. We can take the initiative to attack and bury the Iranians in the swamp."

  "General, we can contact the military district and request an aerial reconnaissance by plane," said Zhang Feng. The swamp area is so vast that only a few armored vehicles are scouting, it's like looking for a needle in a haystack, and this is on enemy territory, where we are not familiar with.

  "We have contacted the military district and they do not support our actions, saying that our main task is to rest. If we want to take action, we must wait for orders from the military district," Muhammad said.

  Damn it, it must be my uncle who knows I'm not at ease here, so he came up with this idea. Zhang Feng knew that his uncle wanted to protect his own safety, so he sent him here. He wants to find trouble with the Iranian, but it's a bit difficult. However, if he doesn't take action, by the time the Iranians come out of the swamp, everything will be too late.

  This Mohammed, who was able to plan something even when his superiors disagreed, is not the kind of commander who only knows how to blindly obey without any ideas. In the Iraqi army, there are not many people like him.

  "Long journey ahead, our main task now is training. I don't want to think that when the time comes, our tanks will be beaten by Iranian tribal leaders and smoke everywhere. After reconnaissance confirms enemy situation, we can take action. At that time, I will report to the military region." Zhang Feng said.

  "Yes, Lord Kusay, rest assured, I've already had Elrad start training the gunners. The chieftain will only get a beating when he sees us!" Muhammad continued: "The fifty-man squad you wanted, we've also selected them from the Mechanized Infantry for you."

  "Really?" Zhang Feng was overjoyed: "Where are they? Take me to see."

  The Suzangilder swamp area, this special terrain, is just right for special forces to show off their skills.

  Fifty people arrived at the training ground, divided into two rows, and were shooting targets with a "ding-ding-dong" sound.

  "I heard that Mr. Kusay has shown his skills at the military district headquarters, and the military district commanders were amazed. These soldiers will follow Mr. Kusay in the future, you still need to guide them more." Muhammad said.

  Zhang Feng picked up the binoculars and looked at the target, only to see that it had been shot to pieces. It seemed that their shooting skills were not bad.

  And seeing their calm and composed appearance, with a stern and murderous aura, Zhang Feng knew that these people were all soldiers who had been to the battlefield and killed people.

  The eight-year Iran-Iraq War, although it destroyed Iraq's economy, gave Iraq a strong military power; soldiers can only truly grow in the fire of war.

  These battle-hardened soldiers were extremely satisfactory to Zhang Feng.

  "In addition to marksmanship, they must also be proficient in hand-to-hand combat and be able to operate various light and heavy weapons. Combat skills training is the most basic requirement, and each of them must be familiar with various weapons of their own army and foreign armies, including firearms, grenades, rocket-propelled grenades, small-caliber artillery, and anti-tank weapons. Hand-to-hand combat requires exceptional skill. Each person can adapt to urban warfare, night battles, and can search, capture, escape, and survive. They must also be able to drive various vehicles, parachute, climb, cross minefields, recognize maps and symbols, and conduct long-distance wilderness marches, as well as observe, ambush, eavesdrop, capture, interrogate, and take photos, among other methods of gathering intelligence. When necessary, they must also use coded communication for contact."

  After Zhang Feng finished talking, Muhammad's eyes widened. If they could all grasp these, what were they called soldiers? They were simply powerful fighting machines!

  "Don't worry, I'll make them do it." Zhang Feng said: "Today their task is to carry heavy loads for five kilometers of cross-country, cross the barbed wire thirty times, throw hand grenades one hundred times, and follow the armored vehicle for an armed reconnaissance in the afternoon."

  As a former member of the special forces, Zhang Feng naturally knew how to train. For these old soldiers, it was important to use familiar equipment. The AK-47s in their hands were clearly not enough for them. From multi-functional military knives to sniper rifles and even single-soldier missiles, Ibrahimi promised himself that this batch of equipment would arrive soon.

  Last night, I slaughtered my uncle with a huge sum of money, enough to make the weapons of this newly formed small special forces unit envied by others.

  From today on, this small special forces team is officially established. I will train with them and lead them to achieve great feats on the battlefield!

  "Aren't you the excellent soldiers selected from each company? How can you not run anymore after just running to this point?" Zhang Feng ran while shouting encouragement from behind: "If you're going to pretend to be weak, then you might as well go home and hug your wives!"

  Listening to this, looking at their young new boss, they panted like dogs with their tongues hanging out, but still followed and continued running forward.

  Although they were all excellent soldiers, however, the intensity of this new superior's training was really too great, making them somewhat unable to keep up.

  They had run to the end of their strength and were panting heavily, when the new superior came up with a new task: inspecting firearms and preparing for aimed shooting.

  Everyone knows that shooting requires a steady aim, holding one's breath, and now in this situation, it would be good if the accuracy rate could reach half.

  But they did not complain and took up their guns instead.

  A simple two-day training session allowed Zhang Feng to have an accurate understanding of each member of this unit, and the new weapons had arrived. He immediately distributed them without hesitation, letting them trade in their bird guns for cannons.

  The AK47 assault rifle in his hand was replaced by the Iraqi-made "Tabuk" 7.62mm assault rifle, which is a copy of the AKM 7.62mm assault rifle. Under Zhang Feng's intentional or unintentional hint, before these guns were transported over, they had been adjusted and calibrated. The subtlety in the middle of this rifle, Zhang Feng and Ibraham probably both understood it very well.

  A small number of soldiers with extremely accurate shooting skills were assigned to the Soviet-imported SVD sniper rifle, which has a range of over 1,000 meters and will effectively improve long-range precision strike capability.

  In addition to these, the more powerful ones are the AT-3 portable anti-tank missile and the SAM-7 portable air defense missile. With these things, even if they face the Iranian Chieftain tank, they will not flee in disarray. Facing the Iranian armed helicopter, they can also take a chance.

  When they saw these weapons, the soldiers finally felt that it was worth coming here and following this new boss, who had so many advanced weapons, which was enough to make up for their efforts.

  "Besides having advanced weapons, we also need people who can operate these weapons. You are all elites selected from each company. You must demand the best of yourself in everything you do. On the battlefield, second place means death!" Zhang Feng said seriously: "You are all the pride of the Iraqi people, and you must strictly demand yourselves as the fist of the 35th Mechanized Infantry Brigade!"

  According to Zhang Feng's actions, in normal times, he would have been shot for the crime of rebellion. Without orders from above, he independently formed a troop - who knew whether he was fighting or had other intentions? However, Muhammad did not raise any objections, and neither did Ibrahim in the Southern Military Region, who even sent him a truckload of weapons and ammunition. When the news reached President Saddam, he just smiled it off.

  First, Zhang Feng is Saddam's son and it is impossible for him to cultivate power in the military, thinking of overthrowing his old man, at least not now, that is absolutely impossible. Second, now is wartime, actively training the troops, using new methods to train the troops, this is simply justifiable. Third, through the last time shooting down Israel's plane, Saddam has some appreciation for this little son of his, and instead wants to see what special feat he will achieve.

  Thus, Zhang Feng's first loyal troops were born in the 35th Brigade of Susanggirde area in South Military Region. Although it was small, it grew stronger day by day.