Chapter 4 Fission 8. Soldier's Song (4)

  Actually, operating behind enemy lines is not a very comfortable thing to do, because you don't know where they will set up surveillance posts or even lay out minefields. Especially in modern warfare, this situation is even more difficult to deal with. In mountainous and forested areas, if I couldn't arrange for many independent surveillance posts, I would airdrop various types of alarm devices everywhere - all kinds of them. As soon as you pass by, they will start wailing; if it's not possible to lay out mines manually, I would have planes scatter them all over the sky. Wherever I wouldn't go is where I would lay out mines first, especially in subtropical mountainous and forested areas where leaves are layered on top of each other. Scattering landmines, especially small ones, makes it really hard to spot them - there's no need to bury them at all. They're all dark green or camouflage-colored, and with advances in science and technology, they'll just get smaller and smaller. That means the danger level for our operations in the Blue Army's rear areas is still very high. Although there won't be real landmines, even a smoke bomb would be disastrous - rapid reaction anti-infiltration troops can search the mountains immediately, and at that point, whether you can escape or not really depends on your luck! So we won't advance too quickly, but we also won't go too slowly - everything will depend on the situation.

  However, the meeting time and place are set in stone, there's nothing you can say about it. Special operations are too delicate a matter, if one link goes wrong, it can drag you to death - backup plans exist, but if they were good, why would they be backups? That's the logic, everyone wants to achieve the first plan. Jianbing is an old soldier, although he's a soldier in my class, I don't dare to slack off in front of him - what is Jianbing? He's the eyes and ears of the special operations team and the first one to be sent to death! His military quality is absolutely solid, his mind is also extremely flexible, they're all fathers already but their physical strength is on par with us unmarried soldiers - he's not fast, but we dare to walk the roads he's explored, doing what needs to be done is doing what needs to be done, increasing vigilance is increasing vigilance, but you have to believe in your teammates, right?

  I'm walking on the second, which is also the second possible to send death. The exercise is still not comparable to actual combat, because in the woods there won't be so many snipers waiting for you to die. Although there may be ambushes, fatal injuries are generally unlikely to occur, unless it's your own bad luck.

  We made our way through the forest, I don't know how to describe it, because I've never written about it before. You can all imagine for yourselves, we've seen plenty of movies, it's just a matter of proceeding cautiously and searching carefully. It's all the same, just not as intense as in the movies - after all, we're human beings, not superheroes, our lives are what matter most.

  After walking for more than an hour, I arrived at the designated meeting point. My doubts were immediately answered - the PLA's internal exercises did not involve planting moles, but necessary reconnaissance was indispensable.

  At that time, we little soldiers almost spit it out. Because we saw our deputy chief of staff was the one who came to the hospital to pick me up, wearing a fake alligator bag like a small boss, and even wore a middle-parted wig with oil on it, shining brightly under the moonlight. The most excessive thing was that he even stuck a small mustache on his face, making himself look like a Japanese little prince. Next to him was a woman dressed in a very seductive outfit. I took one look and thought, "Damn! The Dog Head Brigade really spared no expense!" Even our acknowledged sole flower of the team, the only female cadre in the medical department - who was around 30 years old and relatively young and beautiful - had been used up. She also wore a big wavy wig, which was popular at that time! What she wore was something we had never seen before in the mountains. Not wearing camouflage (our brigade rarely wore civilian clothes because we might have to go into battle at any moment, and it would be troublesome to change), but wearing a shoulder-revealing outfit... At that time, I didn't know what "sexy" meant, but everyone's eyeballs almost popped out!

  Two people stood next to a small sedan, still laughing and chatting. Not hugging or embracing, after all, they were cadres of the Wild Battle Army, not professional agents, but that kind of flirtatious feeling was unavoidable - we were all shocked, where had we ever seen this?! The Dog Head High School team only learned a few dog barks. He's absolutely good at learning this kind of thing, whatever animal calls he can do for you in two seconds, and it really sounds like it.

  The two of them got on the car and drove over. Then, from the dark, a pair of headlights lit up, and a big van followed. All had local license plates, and it was absolutely a local vehicle, I still don't know how they managed to get them. The one driving the van was that Guangdong officer - even he was dispatched! We brothers knew we had to take it seriously, or else! The Guangdong officer was still wearing a fake designer suit, originally from the south, with a mouthful of slang (we had all learned his language in private, and he didn't get angry when he knew), if you didn't look closely, you might not have noticed that this kid was actually a soldier (eyes gleaming with light, not just special forces, but also trained bodyguards) - Dog Head High School team waved their hands, and we quickly got on the car.

  The female cadre led the way in front of us, driving a small car. We got on the van, and the deputy chief of staff also came up, and began to brief us on the situation. We were all crouched inside the van, covered with blankets, and there was even a pile of gifts on top of us, not daring to lift our heads, just looking at him like that. The two cars started moving, turning off the mountain road onto the main road. I was crouching down below and could see the headlights of the military vehicles of the brother unit slipping by one by one.

  Sometimes you can also hear helicopters and jet planes flying over the sky, and the atmosphere of war is absolutely there. There are checkpoints, and female cadres go up to deal with them. They check our car, but we have already covered ourselves. The Guangdong officer's dialect is just bird language. The deputy chief of staff speaks, and he really gives his business card! He says he is going to the city to send gifts to the director of some construction committee or something, isn't it almost New Year's? Just a courtesy call.

  It's all over with just a flash of the flashlight - I said it involves military relations, no one dares to get on and check! The troops are exercising, but ordinary people still have to make a living! Let us go, we walked away with suppressed anger. That's why I think current movies and TV shows are misleading, my understanding of special forces was formed back then, "First Blood" didn't have this, nor did other movies.

  Is it really that powerful? At the time, I was hiding under the floor of the car, suffocating among gifts and wool blankets, thinking - if I have the chance to be a director in the future, I will definitely tell everyone what real special forces are. It's like being a thief, sneaking around quietly. This is my intuitive understanding of special forces when I was 18 years old, and it hasn't changed until now.