The troops under review are returning to their stations in turn, and the parade base is gradually returning to its usual appearance.

"Goodbye eighty-four, next time you go to the Fuzhou area, remember to give us news, and I will definitely take you to visit our troops when the time comes." Zhang Haifeng of the Marine Corps said goodbye to Gao Cheng before leaving.

Although the navy did not invite Takashiro and his battalion to conduct exercises again, it was their common idea to strengthen ties with Takashiro.

Because fundamentally, the Marine Corps is an enhanced version of the composite force. There are many similarities with the first battalion in terms of both the composition of the troops and the tactical play, so there are more places to learn from each other than other troops.

"No problem, please tell your chief, we will learn your strength again when we have the opportunity." Koseong Road.

"I can't ask for it!" Zhang Haifeng said.

"Let's go, Lao Gao, it's time for us to go." Seeing the car of the Marine Corps go away, Wang Wei said beside Gao Cheng.

Yes, their battalion was assigned to the last group of operations, after all, they were stationed close to here.

I saw the gate of the first battalion from a distance, and the soldiers of the first battalion, who had been away from here for more than half a year, were as excited as wanderers returning home, eager to stick their heads out of the car and breathe the air of their hometown.

The car stopped, and the chief of staff was already waiting there.

"Battalion commander, you have worked hard." Seeing Gao Cheng coming down, the chief of staff came to them and said.

"Chief of Staff, when you say this, you will see the outside, it's all for the task, there is nothing hard or not hard. Besides, isn't it hard for you to take a battalion of other soldiers to fight on the front line as well. Gao Cheng replied.

"Hahaha, battalion commander, let's stop praising each other here. This time, everyone returned with honors, and we have to celebrate no matter how you say it. For a battalion, but also for this year's hard work. The chief of staff said.

"You can have this, hahaha." Takashiro felt the feeling of coming home, and he liked it.

On that day, whether it was the soldiers who participated in the parade or the soldiers who stuck to their posts, they all gathered together. If you don't have enough space, you can arrange the location on the training ground, and you must be able to put all the fighters down anyway.

Before the opening, Gao Cheng made a rare speech: "Comrades, the perfect execution of this mission is not our ultimate goal. Our goal is to defend our homeland and the country, so that every enemy who wants to bully us will consider whether they can beat us when they think of our battalion. When we can accomplish this, that's our focus. ”

"Defend the country, defend the country, defend the country..."All the soldiers of the first battalion shouted as if they were infected by Gao Cheng.

Gao Cheng pressed with his hands, and the training ground quickly fell silent. Then I heard him continue: "Our battalion of people, in addition to having the characteristics of other troops, must also have their own unique abilities. As long as the fraternal troops talk about this, they will definitely be able to think of us. I think everyone has a common understanding of this, that is, our digital construction. ”

Gao Cheng did not want to tell the soldiers about the direction of the development of the army on a whim, but felt that the current conditions had been achieved. A digital army is not equipped with a few systems and hardware facilities.

The key factor is people, and the people here include all the commanders and fighters and the soldiers of the company.

In the past two years, Gaocheng has practiced cramming education, which is the most common and effective in the army. If you come up with something different or teach you according to your aptitude, then it is simply delusional to want to make some achievements.

Now, the first battalion has a certain foundation, and Gao Cheng wants to do something.

Not all fighters have what it takes to be part of a digital force, and it may feel like a donkey, but it's just the way it is.

In terms of the current distribution of educational qualifications in the troops, not to mention other troops, the proportion of college students in the composition of the first battalion is less than 5%, and this still includes those officers who have advanced their studies after being promoted.

High school students account for less than 20 percent, and most of the rest are junior high school graduates or joined the army after two years of study.

As far as the current development is concerned, they are also able to meet the requirements of the troops. However, with the deepening of digitalization, it may be insufficient for soldiers to realize more human-computer interaction or promote the digitalization of the army more deeply.

What Gao Cheng wants to do now is to distinguish between these. It's not that he wants to unload the mill and kill the donkey, but reality dictates that he must do it. And future conscription will also increase the requirements for response.

"Therefore, the digital construction of our first battalion will continue to advance. I think after two years of study, you have found that even if it is a logistics company, he is in this system. Therefore, if you want to stay in this team, you have to work harder to learn. I don't believe that learning will be harder than training, and I will watch each and every one of you. Gao Cheng looked around.

The warriors below did not speak, but everyone's expressions were serious. They understood what the battalion commander meant, because this system had already been in place when the first battalion had begun to develop the system.

Fighters who have mastered the technique quickly or have a strong learning ability are given the opportunity to improve. Those who do not take the study seriously, or even do not know the situation and resist, either return to their original units or wait for recovery.

Now I listen to what the battalion commander means, the first battalion will strengthen this kind of assessment in the next time, which is a test and an opportunity for the soldiers of the first battalion.

The next event is to celebrate the successful conclusion of this mission, although the news just announced by Gao Cheng is indeed a bit striking, but the soldiers have never been afraid, the big deal is to sleep less, the big deal is to pay more.

On this day, Gao Cheng was carried back to the dormitory, and Gao Cheng had one thing very good, that is, he drank too much and was very quiet, otherwise with his skills, if he really started to get drunk, he would have to reduce a few fighters in battle.

The next morning, Gao Cheng was woken up by thirst, and he was left with a pair of underwear, and he didn't know which guy helped him take it off.

Takashiro never went shirtless or bathed with his warriors, and he rarely wore short sleeves. It's not hypocrisy or anything, but the scars on his body don't want to be over-interpreted.

He was not like Yuan Lang, the muzzle on his arm at that time was fooled by him more than three times in a row. It's a cone change and an M16, so that many of them didn't know what to believe at that time.

Not long after he got dressed, Gao Cheng's correspondent knocked on the door and came in. Gao Cheng found that this kid's words and deeds today were a little awkward, anyway, they were a little different from before.

"I said what's wrong with you today, it's because I have flowers on my face?" Gao Cheng asked suddenly, he was really a little uncomfortable by the correspondent's glances from time to time. Could it be that he was drunk and crazy last night, no, he knows his own state after drinking.

The correspondent hurriedly withdrew his gaze, looking like he wanted to say something but didn't dare to say it.

"If you fart, you know what kind of person I am." Gao Cheng is afraid of that kind of person who grinds and chirps, and even Xu Sanduo has been broken by him, and he can still let the correspondents around him do this.

"That battalion commander, have you ever been to the front line?" The correspondent suddenly asked a question that stunned Gao Cheng.

"The front line?" Where is there still a front line now, except for Yuan Lang and his place or the armed police force will have tasks from time to time, how can other troops have tasks. Of course, everyone understands the border issue, so the author will not mention it.

"Why did you suddenly ask this, who told you that I was on the battlefield?" Gao Cheng asked.

"No one told me, that is, I saw you yesterday when I was helping you undress—" The correspondent stammered his reasoning.

Only then did Gao Cheng understand that it was still his injury that was to blame. That's why he didn't want to wear short sleeves or go to a public bathhouse, and he didn't want to explain it all the time.

It is normal for correspondents to understand this way, because whether it is conscription or entrance examination to a military school, there is a medical examination. If there is a scar on the body, the exposed part shall not exceed 3 cm, and the centipede-like scar on Gao Cheng's body, let alone the military academy, even the conscription will be brushed down.

Therefore, he could only fall after becoming a soldier, and Gao Cheng was a military cadet, so it was impossible to have too much training, and it was impossible to be so seriously injured, so he thought that Gao Cheng was injured on the "front line" after joining the army.

"Alright, don't guess. It's not what you think, I won't explain the specifics. Also, don't tell anyone else. Takashiro warned.

"Yes!" The correspondent quickly replied. He thought that he had guessed correctly, and the battalion commander didn't want to make a noise, so there must be a reason for secrecy, and he was also a soldier who could understand it.

"I don't know how fierce the battle was at that time, the battalion commander must have killed people." This is the correspondent's idea at this time, if Gao Cheng really knew that his lack of explanation made him think so much, he would definitely say it briefly.

Rise from Soldier Assault /book/77084/