Soldier's Song (3)

  The helicopter flew extremely low in the valley, of course, to avoid the radar of the Blue Army. In order to create a false impression for the monitoring department of the Blue Army, we not only took a zigzag route but also walked back and forth, even hovering at different places. Before the enemy could figure out what was going on, we quickly dropped off the personnel and ran away! It's really not easy being a pilot for special forces! In real combat, infiltrating deep into enemy territory is something everyone understands. This kind of turbulent rapid flight and rapid emergency landing was already familiar to us at that time. At first, it was absolutely nauseating! But we were trained hard, and the unit was like that - whether you felt uncomfortable or not, you would get used to it after training. We started out not adapting but later got used to it, and then even thought that the young pilot's flying was too dull, just like sitting in a small car with no excitement.

  On the plane, we passed around photos of the standing committee members of the Cat Head Battalion under the dim light. They were all wearing casual clothes and had big heads. Everyone knew that others were not important, tearing off the chest badge was enough, and if it couldn't be torn off, it wasn't a big deal. However, the Cat Head Thunder Battalion was definitely something to bring back.

  The photos were handed over with the back side written in fluorescent powder with names, positions, ages and other miscellaneous information. However, no one looked at the back, but instead carefully examined the photo to grasp the characteristics, fearing that they would catch the wrong person - we had already heard the chief of staff's briefing in the tent, once was enough, the cultural level of special forces may not be high, but their brains are definitely sufficient. I took over the photos and looked at Lei Da Dui.

  At first glance, you can tell he's a birdman, basically the same as our He Dui, but with some differences. His face isn't as dark or robust as He Dui's, and he wears gold-rimmed glasses. Oh my, he doesn't look like the captain of a special forces team, more like a teacher from a military academy. But I know he's not a kind soul - just look at his eyes under those glasses, that cold, murderous aura is still there, absolutely chilling. I believe anyone who can become a high-ranking officer in special forces isn't an ordinary person, and any unit that can rival our Dog Head Unit must also be extraordinary. They call themselves Cat Head, but that's just strategic disdain for the enemy (I reckon they probably call us Dog Head too, it's all just small-minded thinking, but we can still guess). Shouting slogans doesn't work, you have to take action, and in tactics, you have to take the enemy seriously.

  We were going to go somewhere and then somewhere else, to be honest our brothers didn't know where. We had only seen the 3D paper model of the Cat's Head Battalion made by a Red Army intelligence officer. But they didn't tell us exactly where it was, and we didn't ask, nor did they say how to get in, just that someone would take us in when the time came. We were all soldiers, this was something we understood - but at that moment I wondered, could it be that the Big Battalion had also set up an internal line within the Blue Army? Was it possible for the Liberation Army to do such a thing? It was just a fleeting thought, and then it passed - what wasn't my concern, I shouldn't worry about it, as a low-ranking soldier, I should just follow orders.

  We flew and flew, and Dog Head High School team told us some past events of the Meow Meow Thunderbolt Team.

  It wasn't until then that I realized the Dog Head High School team not only knew him but were also very familiar with him.

  Here is the translation:

  During the Border Special Forces War, Lei Dui was still part of our military region and was also the deputy commander of our Hei Dui. The Dog Head High School Team and our Miao Lian were all under their command, including our political commissar and several key officers who were all familiar with each other.

  What almost made me want to jump out of the plane and die was that Lei Dui, the commander of this special forces unit, wasn't even a military academy graduate. But what really got me was that he was a music major, specifically a conducting major from a prestigious music academy. I don't know what kind of connection there is between conducting an orchestra and commanding a special forces unit.

  At the time, I didn't listen to much classical music, and after joining the army, I listened even less - we were worker-peasant-soldier students during the Cultural Revolution, but Lei Dui was actually selected for his talent. He had a good relationship with the secretary of the peasant team and was a clever young man who knew how to get things done.

  I couldn't help but think that the army really would take anyone. A conducting major joins the special forces and becomes the commander? What's wrong with him? Why did he have to join the reconnaissance unit?

  But what can you do? He graduated from music academy, joined a cultural work team in the army, and then went south to fight against the enemy. After experiencing life on the front lines, he joined the reconnaissance company.

  Dog Head High School Team said that at the time, they were still fighting with the monks at Shaolin Temple, but Lei Dui had already gone to the front lines. Then, one of his old classmates was killed by the enemy, and his body wasn't even recovered. This really enraged Lei Dui - he picked up a Type 56 rifle and wanted to go to the front lines!

  Of course, they wouldn't let him go, but he snuck onto the team anyway. Who would notice an extra person? After crossing the front lines, the reconnaissance company commander discovered him! What could they do? They couldn't send him back, so they just took him along.

  As it turned out, Lei Dui's military skills weren't bad at all. He was a young man from the countryside who had worked hard to get where he was, and he didn't want to disappoint himself or others. During their first battle, although he hadn't received formal military training, he didn't fall behind either.

  When they actually started fighting, Lei Dui was unstoppable! He charged forward with his rifle, killing 11 enemy soldiers in one go. Then he stood amidst the bodies, eyes blazing, gun smoking, and burst into tears. "I've avenged you, old classmate!" he cried.

  The company commander quickly pulled him away, saying their mission was accomplished - they had only come to steal a password book, after all. But Lei Dui was still in a frenzy, killing anyone who got in his way. The commander was even a bit scared of him!

  What happened to the gentle and refined Lei Dui? After returning, he knelt at his old classmate's grave (which only had clothes and shoes, no body) for an entire night, not crying or saying anything.

  This was a true man with a strong sense of brotherhood!

  Then he applied to join a combat unit.

  Neither approving nor speaking, he knelt in front of Lao Ban Zhang's grave once again.

  Another night.

  The leaders were all shocked, can those who engage in literature and art be like this?!

  Really, you see me watching closely and not letting me go to the front line. Can't I just go take a look at Old Squad Leader?! Just kneel, one night of kneeling after another.

  It's not that easy to let a university graduate and literary soldier go to the combat troops, this situation has been reflected in the highest command of the war zone. The chief just spoke: Approved! As a soldier, you must kill the enemy! What kind of soldiers are you if you don't approve?!

  Then the little Lei who graduated from the conducting department of the music academy put down his baton and picked up a rifle, took off his tailcoat and put on camouflage clothes, and completely disappeared from the stage. His figure appeared in the jungle, in the dark night, in the blood and fire.

  Unlike He Da-dui, his reconnaissance skills were not learned in school, but were practiced on the battlefield.

  Unlike He Da-dui, he did not swear or scold his subordinates. He didn't like to ride motorcycles with soldiers on the road for no reason and liked to listen to symphonies.

  Unlike He Da-dui, he stayed at the front line for a relatively long time because he started fighting from the very beginning. Later, when the Field Army was rotating troops, he was sent to military school for further study. I don't know what major he studied, but anyway, he graduated with a master's degree and was assigned to our Military Region Command as a staff officer.

  Like He Dui, he was also a member of the reconnaissance team and was also a deputy squadron leader. They lived in the same tent on the front line, ate from the same pot, and were a pair of partners. When He Dui got married, he was still the accompanist on site, and he even played a decent "Wedding March" with a broken erhu.

  But the two people are essentially different. If I recall now, one is fire and the other is ice.

  Fire is passion, it's infectious, it's inspiring.

  Ice is indifference, is frozen, is threat.

  In the Wild Battle Army, these two cadres are absolutely typical figures in a typical environment. After the war, each returned to their own home and then formed a special brigade at the military district level. He and Lei brigades were both well-known at headquarters, but everyone understood the principle that one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers, and leaders also understood it very well. Good brothers and good comrades may not be able to work together, different personalities and ways of doing things can easily produce side effects - otherwise, why do I always say that in the troops, what you do is what you do? The personnel department is just the personnel department, thinking absolutely thoroughly. However, both were materials for brigade commanders, and the final treatment was one staying in the original military district and the other going to a brother military district, so everyone was happy - the brother military district had long admired Lei's reputation, not that they didn't have their own, but if I had to say it, it was him - too ruthless! How ruthless you are, you can think about it yourself, learning music and becoming an iron-blooded war general is what kind of thinking mode, can't you figure it out?

  The personality of a team is the personality of its leader, you all know what kind of personality He Dui's dog-headed team has. What about Lei Dui's cat-headed team? You can also guess.

  Tight-lipped, low-key, and ruthless. Really like ice. Captain He dares to say anything, Captain Lei doesn't dare to say anything, not that he's afraid, but because he doesn't want to. Everything is hidden in his heart, so his soldiers are indeed afraid of him, but also respect him, however, it's not the same as how we respect Captain He like a god or a father - Captain Lei's word is law in the Cat Head Unit, not because he shouts loudly, but with just one glance, there won't be any other sound, and everyone will hurry to do what they need to do.

  With a captain like him, what kind of soldiers will he lead? No wonder the commander-in-chief says at every meeting that Old He and Old Lei are my treasures! They don't say anything but just laugh, I heard he only laughs with our Captain He. But can they accept it in their hearts? One mountain cannot have two tigers! This is not internal strife, but a natural competition among soldiers - everyone wants to prove themselves as the best.

  What Commander He said on the surface, but what about Commander Lei? I have no idea. —— That's our goal this time.

  I was young at that time, I only knew how to play. I saw the Dog Head High School team studying maps and stuff, thinking it's all about catching - isn't it? Is it that serious? --- Now that I think back, the tension of the Dog Head High School team is reasonable, because even if they didn't understand the Lei Da team, they wouldn't be unaware of their personality. Is there such a cheap thing in the world? He Dui would not say much to us, we are soldiers after all, young and inexperienced, and indeed couldn't understand. But he was an officer, leading the team, He Dui must have been reminding them repeatedly.

  Now that I think about it, damn! It's worth being nervous, this kind of opponent you may not encounter once in 100 years. But when you do, they're the opponent. And what's more, they're the toughest opponent.

  We hovered in mid-air above a valley, then descended from four thick ropes. After landing, we gathered and formed up, silently slipping into the dense forest like mercury. All I remember is the green image shaking inside my night vision goggles. Our target was Lei Dui, the commander of the Cat Head Troop. At that time, I still didn't know what a formidable and absolutely formidable god-like person he was.

  Field army, always hidden dragons and crouching tigers.