At the train station, Luo Men received a text message from Jiang Manyun, with only two words, "I miss you".

He fiddled with his phone for a long time before he hardened his heart and didn't reply. It's one thing to linger overnight, it's another thing to miss it all the time, and Luo Men doesn't have time to start a serious relationship right now, no matter what Jiang Manyun will think of his coldness.

Lanzhou Railway Station is as crowded as usual, and if it weren't for his physical fitness, there is a good chance that Luomen would not be able to squeeze this train. With his long hair and beard, Rohmon attracted a lot of attention, and even the police officers looked at him with wary eyes. Holding his large backpack, Rohmin stood quietly in the corner of the carriage junction. As soon as the train started, the place began to crowd, but the tall figure and the size of the backpack made it impossible for the people to stay, and the passengers left one after another.

In the end, two people occupied the opposite place.

These two people are not tall, they don't have any luggage, and unlike most passengers, the two of them always have straight waists, and they don't have a bit of freedom and looseness in appearance, and they don't talk to each other. And Rohm was very interested in their flat head shape as if they were a master, and if they were not active soldiers, then Rohmon wrote his name upside down.

Romon's undisguised defiant gaze was quickly felt by the two men, and the slightly younger one glared at him fiercely, and reluctantly turned away at the signal of the older one. The older man smiled at Romon, took out a pack of "Jiaozi" cigarettes from his trouser pocket and held it to Romon.

"Friend, have one?"

Rohmon shook his head. "Smoking is bad for your health."

The man laughed out loud, lit one to himself, and puffed two pillars of smoke out of his nose.

"It is said that smoking can grow cancer, and life expectancy is short, but if you don't smoke, you will die sooner or later, and you can't become a little fairy......"

The man slipped away, waved his hand at Romon, and then turned to look out the window.

"Look at his treasure, I really want to knock him off......"

Amid the noise of the train, Rohmon could still hear the young man's hateful voice, while the older man just shook his head.

Rohmon looked at their backs and smiled. Obviously, they recognize themselves and have a clear purpose, just monitoring their whereabouts. When the elder handed over the cigarette, Rohm had already noticed the calluses on the joints on the back of his hands, which were the marks left by years of hitting sandbags and even bricks, and the eyes of the two men also showed that they were practitioners. The special reconnaissance brigade of the Chengdu Military Region is very well-known throughout the army, and even the police communication company or police reconnaissance company directly under the organ is also of a considerable standard, and these soldiers are all tough guys who will fight wherever the commander points out, so the reason for their appearance here is understandable.

In normal times, Luo Man must pull these two people to have a good chat, these two soldiers look ordinary, but the stories on their bodies must be no less than those of Unit 128. Even now, even though he knew what they were coming for, Rohmon still didn't have the slightest resentment towards them. Everyone is a military man and knows what an order means to a military man. There is no point in discussing right and wrong with the military outside of orders.

Besides, who can guarantee that they are doing the right thing? Life means different things to everyone, so people in the world will have different beliefs. It is enough for a soldier to obey the orders of his superiors, and Rohmin himself knows that over time, his thinking may change one day in the future, and he may even think that everything he is now embracing with all his strength is nothing more than a pile of rubbish. There was a time when the only thing he could be sure of was that he would never force himself to do something he didn't want to do.

He's thinking about training camp now.

Unit 128 does not accept active duty or retired military personnel. Their approach is to recruit students directly from the graduating classes of various universities, and before that, the search and selection process may even begin at the beginning of the new students' admission, at this stage they will not actively influence the students, but only follow up and observe, and all those who have personality and ability defects will automatically disappear from the list after a period of time. This almost eliminated 99 percent of the people, and among the remaining people, at least 80 percent were unwilling to serve in the army, so the supply of soldiers in Unit 128 was not easy to come by. But even so, there was no connivance in the training, so the people who were able to enter Unit 128 at the end were the most powerful special forces. Despite the fact that this was only an experiment under the auspices of the Deputy Chief of the General Staff without taking into account the cost, the results were satisfactory.

In addition to the base, all this training is completed by four training camps in Hainan Island, Shandong, Xinjiang and Inner Mongolia, as well as irregular overseas training.

In principle, those who have come out of the "training camp" do not need to go back for training. First, no one wants to go through the pain of dying and living again, and they may not be able to cope with it again; Second, when the cadets are able to walk out of these camps, which are called "desperate" and "sad", there is nothing to teach them in the camp, and in turn, the camp needs those who have experienced the real world to come back and help improve the training system. In general, those who are required to return to the camp are mostly to strengthen their skills in some area in response to the requirements of the mission. Rohmon has also been back two or three times. For example, after he entered the camp and reported for duty, the original unit could no longer inquire about his whereabouts, but he could not participate in the daily training, so that no one knew where he was going for two weeks.

Unlike most special forces, Unit 128 spent less than seven weeks in basic training, less than three weeks sitting in a room. Most of all the sciences are interspersed with field training, whether it is training in the polar regions of the Arctic Circle at minus 40 degrees, or training in the tropical jungles of the equatorial South Pacific Islands, or cross-country marching and combat training in the rugged Sichuan-Tibet Highlands, the study of these subjects must be carried out normally. Later, they added underwater infiltration training carried by submarines in wind and waves. Halfway through the training, Unit 128 had already begun to accept combat missions, and it was no longer clear whether Unit 128 had a higher battle loss rate or a higher loss rate during training. And in this kind of training, advanced language, intelligence, explosives and infiltration skills and other disciplines are not included, to take Zhong Qianmo's words, the study of these subjects will never be graduated.

In a sense, being a member of Unit 128 is actually a punishment for one's own life. There is no private life here at all, all the time is spent training and fighting, not even waiting time. Rohmon is tired of his current life, and perhaps one day, when he is completely unable to control his emotions, he will choose to self-destruct. What is happening in Africa is a case in point.

He was recalled during a desert training session and told that he was going to the desert in Sudan to pick up a group of people from an oil company. Because of the exploration error, the oil company did not extract the oil, and the situation became tense due to a dispute with the locals over the payment, and the demand for an urgent plane to evacuate the personnel was demanded. They assigned Rohm an old An-12 transport plane, hoping that Rohm would bring back personnel and some valuable equipment first.

It looks like this is a military rescue effort that can be completed in a maximum of forty-eight hours. The An-12 transport aircraft is particularly suitable for this kind of work, with a maximum load of 20 tons, a take-off and taxi-run distance of at least 700 meters, and a shorter landing distance, so it can easily take off and land at an airstrip. The plane that Rohmon got was old, but in good working condition, so it looked like it could be done in a maximum of forty-eight hours.

The proven oil reserves in Africa are second only to the Middle East and Latin America, and it is known as the "second Gulf region", and oil development will be on a par with the Arab world. The benefits of extracting oil in Africa are numerous: the oil here is of high quality; Most of the oil fields are located on the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean or off the coast of West and Central Africa, far from the mainland, and generally the safety of the oil fields can be guaranteed; African oil is shared by countries that have no historical ties with each other, and it is unlikely that there will be a concerted external phenomenon, and energy security is guaranteed; Most oil-producing countries are not limited by the output of the industry alliance, etc., so investors from all over the world flock to it, and it is normal for Chinese to appear there. Others can plunder, why can't we?

It is said that there is a 30 percent chance of success in developing oil fields in Africa, and companies like this one can only be considered deceived if they do not produce oil from three oil wells in a row, and if they are not willing to take the risks of early exploration, then this situation should not be blamed. In Africa, the "forgotten place of God", anything can happen. Listening to the chatter of his contacts during the flight, Rohm also understood the dilemma that the company called "Good Luck" was facing.

They came at the right time. It is said that the locals have gathered a group of militants to ransack the camp of the "Good Color" company, and the engineers have already gathered all the valuable equipment and are waiting for the plane to arrive. Things were going well, but in the end things went wrong, and with the withdrawal of engineers and workers, the plane was severely overloaded, and Rohm suggested leaving some equipment behind, which was severely opposed by the company's bosses, on the grounds that the equipment was valuable.

This reason was already a bit ridiculous, and Rohmin couldn't help but sneer a few words, but the boss actually scolded Rohmins, accusing them of coming too late for rescue, and that they had already caused a lot of unnecessary losses, and now they had to transport all this equipment to another place where they could produce oil, and not a single one of them should be missing.