Bi Dagang carefully wiped the unrecognizable Type 81 automatic rifle in his hand, and the laser target designator handed over to him by company commander Heng Jianyun was carried behind his back.

In addition to this, he carried a hiking backpack on his back, which was covered with an inconspicuous imitation hump hydration bladder, a Type 07 combat vest and a digital camouflage helmet, and goggles on the helmet.

Just wearing this equipment, those who don't know will definitely not think that this is a piece of dirt and slag of the People's Liberation Army, and maybe they will think that this is a special force such as the Navy SEALs of the US military.

This equipment has been sent down for more than a week, although the time is very tight, but there is no reason to talk about it during the war, and the above requirements are only so much time to adapt to the equipment.

So much so that not only Bi Dagang, but the entire Heng Jianyun Company was equipped without leaving his body, and it took a week like this.

After a week of adaptation, Bi Dagang also felt the excellence of this equipment.

Not to mention the concealment effect of digital camouflage, it is indeed much better than the effect of ordinary camouflage.

And the humanization of the design of this equipment also easily conquered their hearts.

Originally, I felt that the heavy military boots did not feel heavy after the habit, but it was adaptable to high heels without leaving mud, good sealing and sweat absorption, and most importantly, its protective ability was not comparable to liberation shoes.

During this time, Bi Dagang also heard about the experience of the 40th Battalion of the 118th Regiment of the 1st Division.

Walking on the mountain road at night, the spearhead soldiers first cut the bamboo with a knife, and then squeezed through.

By the time the six or seven hundred people had passed, the road that had been squeezed out had become a two-meter-wide mud ditch with pointed horns of caryophyllus roots.

The people in front had blood on their hands, and the people in the back didn't know how many rubber soles were pierced, and some even had their shoes pulled out by mud, so they had to walk barefoot.

If the PLA could have a good pair of shoes at that time, how good it would be!

If they were wearing Type 07 tactical vests, what kind of bamboo could scrape through their armament?

If they had a low-light night vision device on their heads, how could they have left a battalion with only a little more than two platoons left on the mountain road at night, charging in the rain of bullets and bullets of the Annam army?

If they have convenient communication and positioning devices on them.

How could the superiors not know that their actions had been frustrated, and would still use artillery fire to remind the enemy of their existence when they were at their most critical?

Or will the superior, who thinks three hours is enough based on the work on the diagram, realize that he has made an unforgivable mistake?

Can it be terminated in time, or even given them adequate guidance and guidance?

...... There are not so many ifs in history, the 1st Battalion of the 118th Regiment is the main battalion of the Laoshan Heroic Regiment, and it is the solid stone that cut off the enemy's retreat and blocked the enemy's reinforcements in the entire Laoshan Campaign at that time.

There is no difficulty.

They have all fulfilled their sacred mission.

Bi Dagang is not a person who doesn't know what to do, and now he doesn't know how much his equipment is worth.

But at least knowing that it was definitely much more than what he had been paid for several years.

It is impossible for the PLA to popularize and use such a set of equipment on a large scale.

They can be equipped with such a good thing, or thanks to the son of Heng Jianyun's comrade-in-arms.

Just when Bi Dagang was thinking like this, the camp of Heng Jianyun's company suddenly became lively.

Many soldiers poured out of their barracks and watched the military vehicles drive into the barracks compound.

"Uncle Heng!"

Hu Wenhai poked his head out of the military vehicle and waved his hand vigorously at Heng Jianyun.

Heng Jianyun is also eating, drinking, and sleeping now, and he is fully armed at any time, and when he walks, the sound of collapse is like a rhinoceros rushing over.

Hu Wenhai was first given a bear hug by him, and then he punched him in the shoulder.

Fortunately, Heng Jianyun did not forget that this was not his own soldier, and he left a mercy under his fist.

This still made Hu Wenhai grin in pain.

"Uncle Heng, have you received an order?"

Hu Wenhai sighed: "Hey, originally I just wanted to change your clothes to survive better on the battlefield, who would have thought that it would harm you......"

Heng Jianyun nodded solemnly, and said affirmatively: "After receiving the order, Xiaohu, don't blame yourself, there is no reason to talk about it on the battlefield! The greater the responsibility! We are well equipped, and if we have a mission, who will not give it to us? If other troops are allowed to steal the mission, our soldiers will be sad!"

Heng Jianyun and Hu Wenhai were talking, and General Zhang also walked down neatly on a military vehicle in the convoy.

His face can be said to be a pass, and the camp is full of salutes and shouts of "Good Chief"

The voice immediately attracted Heng Jianyun's attention.

The moment I met General Zhang.

Heng Jianyun hurriedly ran over, saluted, and then reported loudly: "Report to the chief, Heng Jianyun, the commander of the reconnaissance company of the 16th Army Wheel Battle Unit, reports to you!"

"Take a break, disband!"

General Zhang smiled, patted Heng Jianyun's shoulder and praised: "Yes, it is worthy of the Changbai Tiger." 16 Army. Sure enough, it lives up to its name!"

"The organization has decided to entrust you with a difficult task, Company Commander Heng, do you have any difficulties?"

"Report to the chief, there is no difficulty!"

"Don't be so nervous, young man, come with me. ”

General Zhang walked to the back of the car, pointed to the convoys that were still driving into the barracks one after another, and some foreigners who were obviously not Chinese, and said: "Are there some Iraqis? Needless to say, you should also know that our country is now going to disarm, to reduce military spending, and the army is having a hard time! Who are those people? This is Iraqis, you won't know about the Iran-Iraq war, right? They want to buy our weapons and go to war. Company Commander Heng, your task is very difficult, and your company's performance for this mission will determine a $7 billion arms sales contract......"

Speaking of this, General Zhang fell silent, and he said with some sadness: "To tell the truth, the army needs this money! Seven billion dollars, how many veterans can be taken care of and resettled, and how many projects are being built by the troops, waiting for this money to save their lives." But as a soldier, I know it's ......not easy to spill my blood for an arms deal."

"Chief!"

Heng Jianyun stood upright, and said loudly without hesitation: "No problem! No problem! No problem! Guarantee to complete the task, even if we die, we will not hesitate!"

"I don't want you to die, you have to remember, Company Commander Heng Jianyun, if there are casualties in your mission, it will be the biggest failure!"

General Zhang personally tidied up the military appearance for Heng Jianyun, Yan Sù's eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Remember, bring everyone back, understand!"

"Understood!"

Heng Jianyun's answer was short and powerful.

"Oh, this is the squadron?"

Ahmed and the Iraqi delegation stepped out of the car, and the PLA fighters and their outfits poured out of the field.

Indeed, if you don't know it, you think it's an all-Chinese unit of the U.S. military.

"All assembled!"

With Heng Jianyun's order, the entire company quickly assembled.

Naturally, the leaders at all levels made speeches and briefed the Iraqis on the equipment and origins of the company.

Then Heng Jianyun left a platoon of forty soldiers alone, let all the other soldiers in the company disband back to the barracks, and then began to introduce the mission situation.

"The target this time is a bridge over the Song Ruque River, fifty kilometers southeast of Laoshan Mountain. This bridge is tasked with transporting supplies to the front-line Annan army, and is currently the only steel bridge on the Song Ruque River. Our mission is to reach the vicinity of the bridge and direct the air force bomb to blow it up, do you understand?"

In fact, there is no need for Heng Jianyun to say that this task has already been conveyed from above.

Not only the content of the mission, but also the corresponding battlefield situation and even the mission execution path have been planned.

The soldiers in the first platoon also knew that they were going to carry out the task by themselves, and the platoon had held several mission discussion meetings, and they had a clear understanding of the difficulties they might face.

The suicide note has been written, the dust is re-draped, and they are ready to return to the battlefield.

Infiltrating the battlefield is not child's play, unlike a former enemy action such as touching a sentry.

Even if the work of touching the tongue is accidentally exposed, at most it is enough to run back.

The troops made a phone call, and there was artillery support within ten minutes.

On the Laoshan battlefield, the squadron now has an absolute advantage.

However, if you sneak 50 kilometers behind enemy lines, once discovered by the enemy, the results will be unimaginable.

Our artillery can only support 20 kilometers at most, and this distance is no longer accurate.

The operation was surrounded by the army of the Annamite people, and the enemy country was almost all soldiers, and after being exposed, there was a continuous attack, and the result could be said to be inevitably unspared.

For armed cross-country subjects, the normal training requirement of our army is less than 5 kilometers and half an hour.

But the situation on the battlefield is complicated, and it is certainly impossible to reach such a level.

The 50-kilometer journey is likely to require a day and a night's walk, and the return journey may take longer as the physical strength is exhausted.

No one knows how many people will be able to return to this starting point after this mission.

Heng Jianyun silently saluted General Zhang and everyone present, and then silently sorted out the equipment on each soldier.

With a wave of his big hand, a platoon of soldiers shouted a trumpet and followed their company commander out of the camp.

Behind them, in the eyes of the soldiers in the second and third rows, there was envy and blessing that could not be hidden.

Although this journey may be accompanied by countless risks, for the best people, they are more eager for glory.

As for later history, these 50 kilometers are called the Seven Billion Dollar Road.

No one knows that after the peace between the two countries, this road with no road at all will usher in the re-experience of many Chinese ** people every year.

(To be continued.)

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