What is the meaning of the existence of the psychological warfare squadron of the Longyan Brigade?

Torture and counter-torture, prisoner of war rescue, enemy rebellion, etc., they are a bunch of crazy people living in their own world!

Nangong Fairy is such a person, and he, like Sun Qingrui, is a psychology graduate! (It's not black psychology here, the research direction of the psychological warfare squadron of the special forces is not how to save people like the psychiatrists in the hospital, they are studying how to drive people crazy, so as to obtain the information we need.) Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info)

After listening to Sun Bingyu's words, Zhang Yan and Zhang Ye were also a little dumbfounded, and there was a sound of bullet shells colliding in their ears, "Bang la", "Bang la", but they didn't seem to hear it.

"Zhang Yan, how many students from the medical university are in this training team?"

"It seems that there are only two people, Zhang Bohan and Sun Qingrui, what's wrong?"

"What do you say if the Nangong goblin robs Sun Qingrui with us? After all, Sun Qingrui is in the same department as him, born in a professional class, and is still an officer, hissing ....... ”

Zhang Ye gasped twice as he spoke, and stopped talking, but what he meant Zhang Yan and Sun Bing had already understood, if Sun Qingrui was trained to be a sniper, I am afraid that he would have to deal with the perverts of the psychological warfare squadron.

"Hey, why do you want to do so much? It's a big deal that the soldiers will block the water and cover the earth, we still have Lao Liu's support, I'm afraid of an egg! ”

"Okay, okay, let's hurry up and prepare for dinner and wipe the gun at night."

Zhang Yan left with a helpless face, he suddenly found that it was not a simple matter to face the Nangong goblin, maybe he thought too much, maybe it was the perennial training that made him always have an inexplicable sense of crisis in his heart, but what the reality is, who knows?

The green cartridge casings were loaded onto a trailer and pulled back to the weapons depot, and after the training and combat were completed, it was the unit's rules to clean up the battlefield, recover the cartridge casings, and clean up the traces.

As a special force, when the Longyan Brigade is fighting, each member of the team will have a bullet shell recovery bag on their bodies, and such inconspicuous equipment is still the same as the old aesthetics. (When the United States fights, it will tie the cartridge case recovery bag to the shell throwing mouth, and the shell after firing is thrown out and falls right in the bag.) These things don't appear in movies and TV series. ）

After dinner, Zhang Yan took the rookies of Class 7 back to the dormitory with their weapons.

"Tonight's task is to clean your rifles and pistols, you know?"

"Understood!"

"A pot of gun oil for four people, whoever needs to wipe the gun cloth will do it all by themselves, save some use!"

Zhang Yan handed out four small green oil pots to the rookies in the class, and then pulled a white cloth 2 meters long and 1.4 meters wide and threw it in front of the rookies.

"Hey, how do I think this white cloth looks familiar?"

"yes, why do they look like our sheets?"

……

The rookies stared at the white cloth and chirped, and then turned their heads to look at their sheets one after another, and the results were exactly the same.

"Don't look at it, it's your sheets!"

"It's called waste utilization, you know? Old camouflage uniforms like the ones you wore in training have been cut into strips of cloth to make camouflage uniforms, so don't be so surprised that this sheet is used as a gun cloth. ”

"The training funds of the army are limited, so if you can reuse it, I will reuse it, do you know how to use it sparingly?"

"Understood!"

"That's good, let's wipe the gun."

After Zhang Yan finished speaking, he walked to the table in the dormitory and sat down, leaving the rookies squatting on the ground to wipe their guns.

The sounds of "click" and "click" echoed behind him, and a few "clanging" sounds could be heard occasionally, which must have been rookies touching the barrels together.

Zhang Yan, who had nothing to do, opened the drawer, took out the rookies' barracks diaries and notebooks from it and looked at them, as an instructor, he should not only be responsible for military training, but also strengthen the political and ideological education of rookies, after all, the purpose of our army is that the party commands the gun, and ensuring that every special combat member is politically qualified is an important condition for becoming a qualified special soldier.

Zhang Yan leaned on the table and watched very seriously, and the focus of his reading was the notes of the rookies in the daily political education class, which can reflect whether the rookies will become qualified officers (commanders) in the future.

The diaries of rookies can fully understand the psychological activities of rookies, Zhang Yan went to see their diaries from a different angle to see how their training was doing.

Many rookie diaries mentioned the landing training accident, and from between the lines, Zhang Yan felt the fear in the hearts of the rookies, and death seemed to be a topic that everyone couldn't avoid and fear.

It has been seven weeks since the training camp was held, and all five seriously injured people have been treated in the hospital, and there is a lame Ye Fan who is still walking with a limp.

Closing the rookie notebooks, Zhang Yan covered his head with both hands, the rookies are all college students who have not left the campus, and they will be able to be assigned and become an officer in half a year, but in the current situation, it is likely that more students will quit the army the moment they leave the training team and leave Long Yan!

Before they officially entered the army, they had to leave with a wound and illness, some people may say that they are wrecked, but only veterans understand their suffering and strength.

"Instructor, the gun is finished!"

There was a rookie's shout behind him, and Zhang Yan, who was lying on the table, did not react.

"Instructor, what are we going to do when the gun is finished?"

Sun Qingrui walked to Zhang Yan's side and shook his body, and at this time, Zhang Yan turned his head to look at Sun Qingrui.

"Wiped it all?"

"Yes."

"Then I'll check it, and if it's not up to standard, you won't wash your hands tonight."

After listening to Zhang Yan's words, the rookies all have black lines on their faces, what does it have to do with whether they are unqualified and whether they can wash their hands?

Zhang Yan picked up two rifles at random, inspected the guns, and looked at the surface to be wiped well.

But when Zhang Yan looked inside the barrel, his face suddenly darkened.

"This is the gun you wipe?"

"yes, what's wrong instructor?" The rookies looked at Zhang Yan's blackened face, all confused, and they didn't know what was going on.

"Did the instructor who taught you to clean your guns and maintain your weapons get kicked in the head by a donkey? Who told you that you don't have to wipe the barrel of your gun after firing live ammunition? ”

"And you, Sun Qingrui, you have also played with guns, but you can't wipe the gun?"

"I'm ......," Sun Qingrui glanced at Zhang Yan pitifully, a little overwhelmed by the sudden firing at her, "I used to just shoot a gun, and I didn't have to wipe the gun." ”

Listening to Sun Qingrui's muttering, Zhang Yan couldn't wait to beat herself twice, what kind of strength did she have with an eldest lady?

"Alright, pick up your guns, and I'll teach you how to wipe the barrels!"

Zhang Yan opened the attachment barrel under the rifle grip in full view, and then took out the strips and connected them together, making it a long strip that was specially used to wipe the barrel.