On the night of the first day of the Lunar New Year, when the lights of the people's homes across the country were bright, when people were enjoying the moment of family reunion, at the headquarters of the Longyan Brigade, a fully armed combat squad was ready to go.

In the dark night, the street lights in the headquarters were a little dim, and Lin Tianyang and Xiang Zhijun looked at the officers and soldiers in front of them with heavy faces.

A full-strength 16-member special operations team can be regarded as the largest establishment of group operations.

Each member of the team wears a black cotton "cold hat," revealing only their eyes and nose.

In the cold winter season, because of the cold weather in the north, the (hot) breath exhaled by the team members can be seen clearly.

Each person's equipment is different, and on theirs you can find weapons and equipment, as well as supplies such as clothes and shoes from all over the world.

In short, none of the things on them (身shēn) are Chinese! This is an iron law for special forces to go abroad to fight, go out of the national border, and remove all things with their own national logos on the whole (身shēn) and above them, leaving no information.

"Comrade Captain, the Siberian Tiger Squad has been prepared before departure, please instruct!" A colonel who led the team shouted to Lin Tianyang.

"Take a break!" Lin Tianyang gave a military salute to the colonel.

"Yes!"

"Tell me!"

"Brush" two dull heel knocking sounds, neatly aligned, Lin Tianyang stood in front of the team and nodded with satisfaction.

"You all know about this mission, I won't say anything more!"

"Two sentences, the first sentence, carry forward the style, not afraid of death, not afraid of hardship, and resolutely complete the task!"

"The second sentence, the old rule, don't say hello, don't leave a living mouth! Kill me the enemy beyond the borders! ”

"All the brothers of the brigade and I are waiting for the news of your triumph and set up a celebration wine for you!"

"Let's go!"

At the end, Lin Tianyang let out a low roar and stuck his head to the ground.

The colonel pedaled with the combat team and soon disappeared into the brigade headquarters!

The night was getting darker and darker, and the dim street lamps seemed to become brighter, but Lin Tianyang's head still didn't rise.

Until Xiang Zhijun walked up to his side and gently patted him on the shoulder.

"Lao Lin, I know you're sad, but cheer up, the whole team is looking at you!"

"Well," Lin Tianyang raised his head and nodded to Xiang Zhijun, his face still full of worry, "Zhijun, I don't know how many people will come back this time?" ”

"I hope it's a full team!" Xiang Zhijun looked at the darkness in front of him and sighed helplessly.

He and Lin Tianyang both knew in their hearts that when 16 people went out, when they came back, it wouldn't be 16 people!

"Let's go, let's go back." Xiang Zhijun pulled Lin Tianyang's sleeve and prepared to go back.

"Let's go."

Lin Tianyang took one last look at the darkness in the distance, and returned to the headquarters building with Xiang Zhijun.

"Lao Lin, Xiangfei, they're coming back soon, right?"

"Soon, the notice sent this morning is estimated to be a matter of the past few days. What's wrong? ”

"It's okay, I just want to know about the situation of the training team and see what has become of those student soldiers."

"Hey, then you can wait for Xiangfei to come back, why don't you go and see when you report to work, those student soldiers are not our masters, hey."

Lin Tianyang suddenly sighed as he spoke, the more than 100 student soldiers of the training team, when they practiced, they were their own people ((Cao cāo)cāo) practiced, eating, drinking, killing, and buried, but after the training, it was none of their business.

This kind of trading is a bit of a loss, which makes Lin Tianyang's heart a little uncomfortable!

This group of rookies is an excellent student selected by major colleges and universities, and even if they are bad, they can always find a few good ones, but there is no chance at all.

"What's the matter, Lao Lin, you're changing very quickly?"

"It's okay, I just feel like I'm losing money."

"Who's to say it isn't. Hey," Xiang Zhijun suddenly sighed as he spoke, and then continued: "By the way, where are they going to train when they come back?" ”

"I've assigned it to the teaching team, but it's empty right now."

"Teaching team," Xiang Zhijun's brows suddenly furrowed at the mention of the teaching team, as if he had thought of something, but he didn't say it.

Lin Tianyang and the chief of staff have always been in charge of training, and this is not the direction he is in charge of, so he doesn't know too much.

"Zhijun, have you contacted the North Sea Fleet?"

"Okay, I've asked my superiors to contact their fleet base, and their frogman troops will assist us when the time comes."

"That's good, in the final analysis, the frog talents of the Navy are professional, and the professional work should be left to them."

At the same time that the combat team of the Longyan Brigade was dispatched, the command of the Russian Tianping Ocean Fleet in Vladivostok ushered in a group of special soldiers.

It was a squad of less than twenty men, who came from distant Moscow and came under the direct command of the Ministry of Internal Affairs of the General Staff, and outsiders called them "Vympels!" ”

Chief of Staff of the Pacific Fleet Base Alexander Vladimirovich Romanov, abbreviated as Roman, with a Russian name too tongue-twisting, received guests from the capital.

A major dressed in a Russian-style military uniform and wearing a cold hat stood in front of Roman.

"Your Excellency General, I am Boris Dmitrievich Kuznetsov for short, and I am the head of the operation team."

"Very well," Roman laughed and patted Boris on the shoulder, revealing a smile peculiar to a fighting nation, a look of affinity.

"It's a good young man, we already know the orders of the staff headquarters, and we will do our best to cooperate with you."

After speaking, Roman opened his arms and hugged Boris cordially, and although Boris, who was hugging Roman, could not see his face clearly, he could see a look of joy in his exposed eyes.

Boris came to Vladivostok from as far away as Moscow with a small group of less than twenty men, which was literally halfway around the world, and the long and intense march was a bit unbearable for them.

"Your Excellency, time is tight, the young man and I need to rest well and then enter the battlefield, I think you will help us, right?"

"Yes, my dear Boris, we have prepared bread and caviar, and when you are full, we will rest."

"The Navy's submarines are in the final round of inspections to make sure they are ready to go at any time after any problems."

"Then thank you, Your Excellency, General, to be able to eat delicious caviar, I think the Ivanov brothers will be very happy."

Boris thanked Roman, and the two chatted quite pleasantly, although Boris (身shēn) carried the orders of the General Staff on it, but in the Russian army, where the official rank was serious, there was no comparison between the general and the major (sex xìng).

Taking advantage of the time for dinner, Boris and Roman soon had a common topic, although Roman, a fat man, has not been on the battlefield for a long time, but it cannot be denied that the aggressive genes in the bones of the fighting nation cannot be denied.