Chapter 3: Refining 5. The Eighteen Martial Arts of the Dog Head Troop and Seven Kinds of Weapons (2)
The basic training of the Dog Head Troop is dull, but we still have a lot of bird things. Many bird things, when we recall them while drinking, are first laughed at and then cried at. What kind of bird-like youth era was that!
The communications platoon has always had opinions about our second platoon: you train and that's it, why can't you get along with us? Because our training is not limited by time or place, sometimes we do things that are a bit over the top. Sometimes our methods are simply absurd, of course, we're not doing anything too serious, but we must be violating some military regulations. The communications platoon leader has it in for Dog Head High School Platoon, and I have to clean up after them. What's wrong with you guys? But it's hard to defend against, the communications platoon only has a few people and dogs, can't they just take turns being on duty at night? Can't we still do normal training and perform our duties normally? Do we have to be on high alert 24/7? How long can this last? The key is that Dog Head High School Platoon is battle-hardened and has a system for reconnaissance, so they're familiar with the communications platoon's tricks. Moreover, he's not afraid of anyone except the battalion commander, and even the battalion commander doesn't criticize him too much. He's just always cleaning up after the communications platoon leader, who's also a bit of an oddball. He has his own way of thinking, considering that combat units and guard units are like swords and shields, testing each other is a good thing! It's only fun if it's hard to defend against! Under this mindset, Dog Head High School Platoon has become more and more arrogant and unmanageable! The communications platoon leader doesn't dare mess with him either! This guy is notorious! If you cross him on something small, he'll find a way to make things difficult for you. You can only tolerate it, otherwise, I sometimes feel sorry for the communications platoon leader. Is the disciplinary work of Dog Head Special Battalion really that easy? As for the hammering and group hammering, I'll introduce some special techniques later.
It's all because of that bird brain, Dog Head High School team leader, who blew the emergency assembly whistle for the special duty squad in the middle of the night and said: "Your task for today is to bring all the three-wheeled vehicles from the cooking class to the front of the building!"
What's the meaning of this? How are we supposed to do it? It's already past 2 in the morning, and we're going to knock on the door or window of the cooking class, asking: "Class leader, can we borrow a tricycle for a bit?" Are we not going to be pressed down by those special cooking soldiers and chopped up with knives?! You dare to disturb our good dreams?! The next day at 4 o'clock, you have to get up to steam buns and make porridge for us, and you still don't let us sleep?! By the way, I'll mention that these cooks, although not reconnaissance soldiers who came out of combat training, are all top-notch cooking soldiers from various field armies. I've said before that even in a field army's full-training unit, cooks also need to be trained, just without the overall quality of being on the front lines. We're special forces, and we're the most awesome hard men! As a result, we have to win! In any situation, we don't admit defeat. This kind of bird-like behavior makes many brother units look down on us. I used to look down on it too, but later I not only got used to it, but also took pride in it, even if it's childish. Later, I trained with a special police team from a public security bureau in a certain city, and we let those arrogant city police elites who thought they were national champions taste what it means to be a wild field special forces unit! This fun story I'll tell later, and you'll die laughing. Note that this is specifically referring to "a certain city's public security bureau special police team", not all police brothers. Can't we just share some funny stories? Don't get angry, police brothers! It's just a joke. Our own embarrassing stories are always being used by other units to make fun of us, aren't they? I'm just sharing our own embarrassing stories too. We didn't get angry, it's all just jokes, and harmony brings wealth. If you want to get angry, I won't tell the story anymore! Let's just pretend I never said anything!
But anyway, I just want to say that these dog-headed special cooking personnel are what kind of bird temperament. Do you think we can't be afraid? But the old squad leader didn't take it seriously at all, went back and changed into camouflage uniforms and combat boots, wiped camouflage on his face and took us three rookies away.
We dodged the patrol route and the searchlights of the high towers, as well as the street lamps on the ground. My heart was racing like crazy at that time! It was just like infiltrating behind enemy lines to conduct sabotage! The only difference was that we didn't have any weapons in our hands. Inside the compound, the guards wouldn't shoot recklessly because they knew we were a group of good kids from Class 2 who often came here. If they discovered us, at most they would turn on all the searchlights and warn us to hurry back and go to sleep honestly.
But what about Dog Master? At that time, I didn't know that Dog Master was well-trained and would only bite if you struggled or ran. Just looking at its bared teeth and wagging tongue was enough! A mouthful of two kilograms of meat wasn't going anywhere. The brothers who were nervous in their hearts walked in formation, sticking close to the wall, communicating with hand signals as if it were real.
After checking the sentry's sharpness, reconnaissance and rear guard, the child didn't have a sniper rifle, so he could only follow inside. But this kid's eyes weren't weak, absolutely a sniper's eyes, one look and you know what's going on, how the sentry is arranged, how the vision is crossed, and how often the searchlight comes back. Really doing whatever it takes! Then they snuck to the back of the cafeteria.
We were all shocked! It seems that the Dog Head High School team has done this before! The cooks are all on guard! That broken tricycle is equipped with so many iron wires, steel wires, and iron cans! Is it like this every day? Don't they find it troublesome? Their military quality is exceptionally good! Except for setting up a directional minefield, this is a complete circular infantry company defense position! All for the sake of that broken tricycle! And it's even locked to a tree with chains and iron chains!
We were all stunned, but the old birds were used to it. They just picked up their multi-functional combat knives and started cutting through the wire mesh steel drums, not a single one made a sound. It was incredible! And there was even a little kid holding a mine detector probing around! I was still wondering what he was doing when suddenly he stretched out his hand and we all fell to the ground.
Then he gently scraped away the floating soil on the surface, and I really didn't see it coming. A standard pitfall trap appeared, what was inside? What could be put in Stew's trap? Leftovers! He probed around and found three more traps surrounding me, all arranged in a triangular formation. Oh my grandma! I finally understood what it means to be the cook of the Wolf Tooth Special Forces! The military quality is not ordinary! Ordinary troops' reconnaissance units don't even learn this because they don't need it, but every member of the Dog Head Unit learns it - who told you to be on 24-hour combat readiness?
Then finally approached the three wheels. But the crisis is just behind. The three wheels also have a mechanism, which is a leftover rice bucket hanging in the dense leaves of the trees. I didn't see it at first, and only saw it when I put it down. It was suspended by an extremely thin steel wire that was really invisible to the naked eye. But if not for the fact that Dog Head High School team's special task force is also a group of Dog Head soldiers? They saw it, and later I saw it too - no, not saw, but had a hunch? No, it's the habit of being cautious and careful, which was cultivated by the many experiences and lessons learned from stealing food from the cafeteria's broken three wheels.
The lock and chain in the back were easily opened with a bit of effort. They used some tool to pry it open with one push. Later, I found out that there was a sound coming from it. These thieves had loosened the axle of the broken tricycle beforehand, so when the wheel moved, it made a creaking sound, and the stick was ready by the bed. If any sound came out, they would hit me. I don't know how many times these old birds had been beaten by the thieves, but they had experience. Later, I was beaten once, and you didn't dare fight back. Do you dare provoke the thieves? The next day, he would either add more salt or less salt, and you couldn't say anything about it. You guys say that Dog Head High School team gave us this task, isn't it ridiculous?! It's clear that if we were discovered, we would be beaten for nothing. What's good about stealing a broken tricycle anyway?!
The old bird lifted the broken tricycle and carried it like a wounded soldier, with one in front and two behind. The tricycle's butt was huge! They walked with light footsteps, almost making no sound at all. We formed a line and went back through the checkpoint tower again. This is just one of the training tasks given to us by that damn high school team!
The next day, the cook came to push the tricycle without saying a word. He didn't scold or say anything because he knew he wasn't as skilled as us. Later, we were still hammered a few times. One time, the cook loosened the screws on the broken tricycle and when we lifted it, one of the wheels fell off! The cook was also quick to react! Wearing short sleeves, shorts, and slippers, holding a stick, he chased after us, hitting us! Then, the monitor caught up with him, bit him, and then got detained, thrown into a small black room. The dog head high school team didn't get back until the next day after waking up. He even scolded us for not using punishment, making us run special obstacle courses. Do you think he's a bird brain or what?!
We still often followed the canteen's cook master's broken three-wheeled vehicle. Our infiltration skills and the cook master's anti-infiltration skills were so alternatingly rising.
No one is convinced by anyone else. I don't know if the Dog Head Brigade still has that broken tricycle now, and I also don't know if the young brothers are still calling it a "broken tricycle" with all their might. That day, on the street, I saw a broken tricycle carrying purified water, which was exactly the same as our stolen broken tricycle, even the color was the same, for a moment, I thought I had returned to the Dog Head Brigade.
I actually stood there and watched for half a day.
Tears fell with the wind.
All for a green broken tricycle.
