Zhao Changsheng picked up the enamel water cup in front of him and blew it on the steaming hot tea in the cup without hesitation.

"This tea, though you know it's good. But if you don't taste it, how do you know what's good about it? ”

Obviously knowing that this analogy could not convince Gao Yulin, Zhao Changsheng happily took a sip of cold tea, staring at the map hanging on the wall of the temporary headquarters with burning eyes:

"I know exactly what you want to say, but you should understand and convince me that his resume will suffice. But convince them,"

The teacup in his hand shook around several instruments in the headquarters whose signals kept flickering, and the expression of the division commander, who was over half a hundred years old, gradually became serious:

"You and I are both from the past, you know, it's far from enough."

Gao Yulin's gaze never took off his own teacher, he was eager to express his appreciation for Xiao Chen, but Zhao Changsheng's words made him calm down instantly, and his heart gradually flooded with waves of reflection.

Since Xiao Chen came to the Iron Fist Troupe, although he tried his best to hide it, the whole group seemed to know what they valued Xiao Chen.

What it means to be valued by superiors, Gao Yulin himself knows very well.

This is something that many officers have tried their best to get it, and it is so easy to get it by an airborne company commander, and how unfair it is to the other company officers of the Iron Fist Regiment.

He didn't complain or make a fuss in front of him, it was because the sacrifice of the regiment commander for the Iron Fist Regiment was worthy of the patience of all the officers and men of the regiment. But what about Xiao Chen?

What he has done in the past, let alone most of them, is unclear. Even if it's clear, it has nothing to do with Iron Fist. Since Xiao Chen was airborne, the only honor that the Fourth Company of Sharpshooters has won is the commendation of that literary evening.

It's just that commendation, in the Iron Fist Regiment, which advocates honor and is not afraid of sacrifice, is not worth a dime.

In all fairness, the rest of the Iron Fist Troupe didn't seem to have as good a sense of Xiao Chen as they imagined.

Even, because of his unconcealed appreciation, many people walked on the opposite side of Xiao Chen.

What is the significance of this training? Isn't it to reconstruct the Fourth Company of Sharpshooters, accelerate the formation of infantry special operations, and make the Fourth Company of Sharpshooters completely become the benchmark of the whole regiment, the whole division, and even the whole military region?

Such a major task, if Xiao Chen can't play his full strength because of some of his own decisions, or if there are frequent internal contradictions in the reorganized Fourth Company of Sharpshooters, in the end, not only will Xiao Chen's future be delayed, but even he, Gao Yulin, will become a joke.

Thinking of this, Rao is cold wind gusted in the command post, and a cold sweat still broke out on Gao Yulin's back.

"Commander, you still see it thoroughly. I'm too eager for quick success, and I'm almost helping to grow the seedlings. ”

Hearing Gao Yulin's review, Zhao Changsheng had a satisfied smile on his face.

In another year, it will be time for Gao Yulin to reach the most critical time. In peacetime, there is no war, and many outstanding officers can only end gloomily after arriving at the point, if there is no major change in the Iron Fist Regiment, Gao Yulin's prospects are already very clear.

Zhao Changsheng also loves talents, and just when he was anxious about Gao Yulin's future, Xiao Chen's report made him see absolute hope.

From that time, he began to pay attention to the fourth company of sharpshooters and Xiao Chen.

He was familiar with Xiao Chen's past, and he knew very well that as long as they gave enough support, Xiao Chen's idea would definitely set off a monstrous wave. At that time, whether it is Xiao Chen himself or the Iron Fist Troupe in Gao Yulin's hands, they will all become tide makers standing on the cusp of the waves.

Therefore, the problems of the fourth company of sharpshooters, Zhao Changsheng, as the division commander, are to some extent clearer than Gao Yulin, the regiment commander.

"It's good to know that you're wrong, but you're also crooked, if this kid can go all out this time, presumably the next tests will become the best money for him to turn things around."

Zhao Changsheng didn't know what kind of test the fourth company of sharpshooters would encounter next. But he inquired about the news from the side, and Xiao Chen never missed a hand in the wolf's teeth.

How many times the rain of bullets and bullets can retreat with the whole body, those training exercises that fall into the trap may really be just drills for Xiao Chen.

Without giving the order to stop the test, the sharpshooters did not care about the tension and excitement of being shot just now, and raced against time to drive towards Route 7 according to the original plan.

The light of dawn emerged little by little in the sound of small footsteps, and when a long dark ribbon stretching several mountains appeared in front of him, the morning sun officially rose, and the first difficult bone in the fifty-kilometer rapid march was finally taken by the sharpshooter Fourth Company.

No one cheered, and no one celebrated.

Everyone knew in their hearts that, according to the original plan, they should have arrived here twenty minutes ago.

Of course, there are objective factors for being late, but instead of finding a reason, the 4th Company of Sharpshooters hopes to get back the 20 minutes of delay on this short 26-kilometer flat road. It is even necessary to set aside extra time in case those instructors make another impromptu move.

Xiao Chen felt the impassioned enthusiasm of the soldiers.

This time, he stood at the forefront of the team, carried the banner of the fourth company of sharpshooters, and led the officers and soldiers behind him with his own pace, and his steps did not change because of the urgency of time.

Of course, it is not wrong to want to make up for the time, but the scientific allocation of physical energy is the basis for supporting them to achieve overtaking.

The highway does not change the center of gravity as frequently as the mountain road, and the physical consumption is relatively less, according to Xiao Chen's experience, if there is no accident on this road, the total time will not exceed three hours if there are two breaks in the middle.

The time is overtaken, and in the end, it should be on the last four kilometers of mountain road on Mount Mochizuki.

It's just that as more sunlight shone on the large army over the hills on both sides of the road, and the others were happily moving forward, Xiao Chen's heart gradually sank.

It's weird.

This is his truest thought.

Although he did not walk this rapid march route on the spot, Highway 7 was an important communication route connecting several surrounding towns and counties. There was traffic on the road, and there was no traffic control on Highway 7 during the drill.

But there were several cars coming on, and Xiao Chen always felt that they were the ones that had just surpassed them.

"Communicator, map."

Xiao Chen, who was marching, turned his head and shouted behind him, and in the blink of an eye, a red-faced warrior ran to the front of the team with a thick white mist in his nostrils, skillfully took out the map from his pocket, and stretched the folded map front in front of Xiao Chen.

Within the distance that Xiao Chen had calculated, there was no result of his estimated number, and Xiao Chen's brows suddenly furrowed.

"Inform the reconnaissance detachment, push forward another hundred meters, and at the same time tell Lao Hei that there must be a problem ten to twelve kilometers ahead, and ask him to send two clever hitchhikers over to take a look."

(End of chapter)