In October 20XX AD, a long line of military vehicles marched on the winding mountain road leading to the border defense in Tibet.

It was already snowing on the top of the mountain, but the warm midday sun shone on my face through the window glass, and I still felt warm.

The road to the border is still a dirt road, the road is not very wide, but it is smooth and not very bumpy. The long procession of military vehicles marched on this winding mountain road, looking from afar, like a long green dragon hovering in the mountains, it was spectacular.

Lieutenant Colonel Luo Jian leaned on the seat wearing sunglasses, squinting at the endless convoy ahead, as if he was asleep, but he was thinking back to the "History of the Southern Ming Dynasty" he watched last night. As the director of the Political Department of the regiment, he likes to read history books but it is purely Luo Jian's personal hobby, and the novels on the Internet have changed history beyond recognition, and Luo Jian wants to know what the real history looks like.

A small stone made the Dongfeng Warrior armored light vehicle that Luo Jian was riding bump for a moment, allowing Luo Jian to come back to his senses from his contemplation. Luo Jian raised his head and looked at the convoy in front of him, but a strange thought arose in his heart, "If this convoy returns to the Ming Dynasty, will China dominate the world?" ”。

Luo Jian laughed self-deprecatingly at his ridiculous idea, a little strange, when he should have felt nervous, he didn't know where to go.

This time, Luo Jian's unit moved to the border, but it was not a drill. Tensions at the border have been going on for months. From the beginning of the military confrontation between the two sides, the troops began to mobilize before the war, and Luo Jian, as the leader of the political work in the regiment, in addition to being ideologically prepared to participate in the war, had to deploy the pre-war education of the whole regiment. It's really going to be fought, and the cadres and fighters said that they were not nervous or afraid, but that was false.

Luo Jian glanced back at the fully loaded car, the equipment of dozens of people in the entire political department was all in this car, the only empty seat, the communicator Wang Qiang tied himself tightly with a seat belt, and slept soundly with a coat. The two boxes of Type 95 rifles on the left were unopened and placed on two boxes of grenades, and the six boxes on the right were five boxes of rifle bullets and one box of pistol bullets, and one box of grenades was padded by Wang Qiang. Seeing that the laptop placed on the bullet box was about to slide down, I quickly reached out and pulled it. The Kevlar helmet and body armor that had just been issued a month ago were revealed behind the computer bag, and Luo Jian thought to himself, "Can this thing really block bullets?" ”

Although the equipment of the squadron has been greatly improved and improved over the years, and China has long been the largest exporter of body armor, the troops have not been distributed, which makes Luo Jian feel very strange. When he secretly went on the Internet, he saw that there were many statements on this issue on the Internet, and Luo Jian only remembered one, "When the three armies of the ** team are neatly clothed, the world will tremble." This sounds uplifting, maybe this is the reason why Luo Jian can write it down.

I remember when I first issued my helmet and body armor, I was also very curious. Although as a leader who is not big or small, he always has to maintain a little image in front of his subordinates, Luo Jian did not try it on with everyone, but he still tried it secretly before going to bed at night, and it felt good, especially the helmet was much lighter than the previous steel helmet, and it also wore a mask, giving people a good sense of security.

The sun from the plateau hit my face directly, and after a long time, I felt a burst of stuffiness. I stretched out my hand and opened the window, and a chill hit my face, and I felt a burst of refreshment.

Luo Jian turned his face sideways and glanced at the driver Xiao Liu, Xiao Liu's name is Liu Weimin, but he is a serious third-rate university student, he joined the army in his sophomore year, and he has been a second-stage non-commissioned officer for more than six years. For this name, Luo Jian also joked about him, saying that his father gave him this name, which was how much he expected of him. I remember that Xiao Liu's face showed a trace of anger at that time, and he said, "I still expect it, if you have to send me to the army, I will work until the second phase, and I will not be discharged from the army, and the family company will be handed over to my brother." In fact, Xiao Liu's father called Luo Jian and said that most of the family's company was reserved for Xiao Liu, just to let him sharpen his temperament in the army, but Luo Jian never told him.

"Xiao Liu, you're going to war, are you afraid?" Luo Jian broke the silence in the car.

"Well, sort of."

Xiao Liu's car drove very well, and he said that he got his driver's license in the local area before enlisting in the army, and he used his father's car to practice every day.

"Wang Qiang, that kid is definitely not afraid!" Luo Jian looked back at Wang Qiang, who was sleeping soundly, and said.

"Xiao Wang, wake up, it's time to eat!" Luo Jian turned sideways and woke Wang Qiang up.

"Chief, didn't you just eat?" Correspondent Wang Qiang opened his eyes in a daze.

"You are a snack goods, you know that you are worried about eating, you look at the back of the car is full of you." Liu Weimin scolded with a smile. Wang Qiang is a compulsory soldier, he just turned eighteen years old this year, he is very handsome, Luo Jian and Xiao Liu treat him as a child and often tease him.

Before leaving, Xiao Wang ran a group service club to make a big purchase, bought several boxes of instant noodles, and secretly ran the cooking class to grind and soak hard, and got two boxes of canned braised pork and two boxes of canned fruit stuffed in the car.

"Xiao Wang, there is going to be a war, are you afraid?" Luo Jian asked again.

"Don't be afraid! It's a pity that it's with Indian devils, but it's cool if it's with little Japan! Wang Qiang replied very simply.

"Hehe, you're still a little 'anti-Japanese element'!" Luo Jian said with a smile.

"Chief, let me go to the combat squad platoon, okay?" Xiao Wang brought up the topic that he had mentioned several times again. The correspondent of the Political Department is, in the final analysis, a miscellaneous worker. Either to clean up the room for the department leader, or to help the various units or something, most of the time in the tea and water, the work is very easy. This made Wang Qiang, who had attended a martial arts school in Shaolin Temple, very unwilling, and thought of the idea of being lined up in the combat squad for a long time.

"Our regiment is an artilleryman, and even if you go to the combat squad platoon, you will not be able to show your super skills." Luo Jian guessed Wang Qiang's thoughts.

"But... My fellow soldier was a squad leader in the same year. Wang Qiang muttered unwillingly.

"Xiao Wang, are you still secretly using your mobile phone to surf the Internet?" The battle ahead is about to break out, and now the transfer of personnel is unrealistic, Luo Jian didn't want to dwell on this issue, so he changed the topic.

"Why don't you go on, I'm still on it before I go, and I'm still arguing with people on the Internet." Liu Weimin quickly took over the topic.

"Old soldier Liu, you betrayed me..."Wang Qiang said with a red face.

The army forbade officers and men from accessing the local Internet, and everyone complained about this regulation. Luo Jian turned a blind eye to this regulation most of the time within the scope of the Political Department, and emphasized that it was not allowed to leak the secrets of the troops. His own laptop has a 3G network card, and he often steals the Internet.

"Oh, and you're still arguing with people online? Xiao Wang, what's going on? "The speed limit of 40 is very boring, and Luo Jian is interested.

"Some people on the Internet say that China is not good, that is not good, and the United States is good for everything. Wang Qiang was not convinced and quarreled with others. Liu Weimin was quick to speak, and replied quickly while pointing in the direction. Luo Jian glanced at Liu Weimin, thinking about the scene of the two sitting side by side on the bed and surfing the Internet on their mobile phones. The house is rich, and the two of them live in the same room.

"Later, someone scolded Xiao Wang for being a stinky 'five cents', which is definitely not a good thing, the mobile phone input is slow, Xiao Wang can't quarrel with others, and he is angry enough. Chief, what is 'Wumao'? Liu Weimin asked. When Luo Jian heard this, he knew that the two of them didn't use their mobile phones to surf the Internet much, and they were not very familiar with some Internet languages. Luo Jian himself knows this word very well, when he secretly went online, he went to all forums, wrote some articles anonymously, posted some comments, and was scolded as "five cents" when he was mostly scolded.

"In the future, I will have the opportunity to search for it on the Internet." Luo Jian did not answer this question. After saying this, Luo Jian was lying on the seat, Liu Weimin and Wang Qiang were both people around them, knowing Luo Jian's habits, they must be thinking about the problem again, so they stopped talking.

Luo Jian's mind turned to the Internet, thinking that when he went home on vacation, he would spend more time surfing the Internet, and when he walked out of the house and walked on the streets, he felt that the Internet and reality were really two different worlds.

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