The Autumn Wind Drill began, but it didn't seem to have anything to do with the people of Class 13.

I still ate and slept as usual, slept and ate, and I heard that even the cooking class could be on the front line, but Zhang Junbao could only stay in the corner of this bird that didn't and watch the grassland in a daze.

Standing in the small courtyard, you can occasionally see a helicopter flying in the sky in the distance, and soaring into the sky seems to be the existence that everyone yearns for.

Zhang Junbao felt quite miserable, as a soldier from a serious combat class, his task was to guard a cart of ammunition boxes that no one wanted.

The soldier walked out of the kitchen with a pancake and an onion, and the bear's stomach seemed to be insufficient, and he staggered to Zhang Junbao's side and sat down.

"Three madness, what are you looking at?"

"Squad leader, did you say there would be a Blues attacking us?"

", why are the Blues beating us? It's not enough time waste. ”

The beard on the soldier's face grew back on, and he had not bothered to shave since he was separated from the army.

With an open neckline, oily sleeves, and onion chunks at the corners of his mouth, this guy is looking more and more like an old ruffian.

"yes," Zhang Junbao nodded thoughtfully, turned his head to look at the dormitory behind him, there was really nothing valuable in this small courtyard, and it couldn't be a tactical or battle target at all.

"Three madness, let's make pancakes at night, your cooking is delicious."

Zhang Junbao rolled his eyes helplessly, and said in his heart, you are not stupid, and you also know that pancakes are better than steamed buns.

"Squad leader, you have to ask squad leader Geng for approval, the oil in our class is almost finished."

"Isn't there still mutton fat sent by Uncle Xidu?"

"Now what we eat is mutton fat," Zhang Junbao looked as a matter of course, and the three big words 'you are so stupid' were clearly written in the eyes of the soldiers, "The oil sent by our company has already been eaten." ”

"Holy shit, the drill can't even eat its mother's food, and it's a fart."

"Squad leader, aren't you afraid that your superiors will punish you?"

"Whatever, anyway, my brother doesn't have a lot of debts." The soldier's face was arrogant, and even his beard was full of routines when viewed from the side.

it!

This bear has been the target of punishment at all levels since the recruit company, and he has long stopped taking punishment seriously.

If you don't make big things, you keep making small mistakes, and you can't do anything about him at all.

Just when Zhang Junbao and the soldiers were sitting in the small courtyard chatting and farting, in the northeast direction of the thirteenth class, a white wolf was limping towards this side.

Behind him, a pack of wolves followed him.

The wolves seemed to have decided that the death of the white wolf was only a matter of time, and they did not attack.

The white wolf's body was covered with blood, and the blood in some places had already turned purple and black, depending on the situation, it had been some days.

There was a thick layer of blood on his right hind leg, which was still bleeding as he ran, but the white wolf's eyes were always firmly looking in the direction of the southwest, and he was constantly adjusting his speed.

He didn't take the wolves behind him to heart.

In the northwest direction of the thirteenth class, a Wuzhi 10 was notified by the command center and was forced to land in an area where the blue army belonged.

One of the two pilots was wounded and captured, and the other ejected and escaped, and the pilot who escaped was named Wang Manchu.

At the same time that Wuzhi 10 landed, the special operations team of the 1st Brigade of the Blue Army sent a 16-member team and quietly followed behind the pilot.

Their battle plan was very simple, it was the old way of luring the snake out of the hole and encircling the point to send reinforcements.

On the vast grassland, Wang Manchu stood in place and turned around, and soon found that it was too easy to get lost in this ghost place.

Fortunately, he is a fighter pilot, and his usual visual space is three-dimensional space, which is different from the two-dimensional space of driving.

So he quickly figured out where he was and where he was going.

Pulling a paper map from the inside pocket of his jacket and laying it on the ground, he began to quickly search for the exact location of himself and the location of the Red Army units.

A few minutes later, for the first time, there was confusion in his heart.

The closest thing to him was only a supply depot for the Red Army, and there was no one in a radius of 200 kilometers.

Gently folded the map and stuffed it into his clothes, opened the holster on his waist, and the pistol and four magazines issued by the pilot were still on his body, which was the last thing he relied on to ensure his safety.

The sun in the sky seemed to be getting hotter and hotter, two or three o'clock in the afternoon was the hottest time, there was no water, no food, and if something happened to him, the only way to save himself was to turn on the alarm on his body.

But the exercise wasn't over yet, and he didn't need it yet.

Shortly after Wang Manchu left, a group of guys wearing special combat uniforms and camouflage on their faces quietly stopped.

"Can you pinpoint his target location?"

A soldier with a single radio on his back raised his arm and looked at his computer terminal, and in a short time the results were available.

"There is only one supply depot for the Red Army units nearby, which belongs to the 385 regiment and is stationed all year round."

"That pilot's goal seems to be there," the captain who led the team nodded thoughtfully, and continued: "From now on, the troops will be divided into two routes, and the target will be the Red Army supply depot. ”

"Let's go to the supply depot and get some provisions, hehehe."

The group stayed for a short time, and after a few moments, they divided into two teams and marched from two directions towards the station where the thirteenth squad was located.

In the small courtyard of Class 13, Zhang Junbao was holding a few magazines and looking at them over and over, he was searching for news about the special forces.

The GI didn't know where he had gone, and the guy was well fed and able to sleep in bed for a day.

These days, the usually stern Da Fei and Xiao Ma Ge don't care about Zhang Junbao anymore, which makes him a little uncomfortable and flattered.

What kind of existence are special forces?

It can be seen from those novels that all of them are elite warriors who come and go without a trace, and many people call them the king of soldiers.

For this title of pulling the wind, Da Fei and Da Bing poked their noses more than once, saying that those special forces were blown out.

It is nothing more than relatively advanced equipment and strong penetration capacity.

The so-called special forces are not about how awesome their combat effectiveness is, but that their ability to infiltrate with their heads down and their ability to sabotage behind enemy lines is too strong, and for large units they are like a mosquito, it is not worth wasting resources to fight him, and if he does not fight, he will torture people.

Lao Geng said that if a special operations team and a field company collide, then this special operations team must be the last to be ruined.

Zhang Junbao didn't understand why, so Lao Geng asked him to see the company's weapons and equipment by himself.

Thinking of the grand scene of dozens of bazookas firing together, Zhang Junbao suddenly felt a tingling in his scalp, and knew that what Lao Geng said was right.

No matter how awesome the special forces are alone, no matter how tacit their cooperation is, they will be beaten into scum in the face of overwhelming firepower superiority.