As soon as he thought of expanding the army, Qin Lang began to scratch his ears and cheeks. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThere has never been a shortage of soldiers in northern Hebei, but it is not easy for cadres to deal with it. In the past few months, Luo Rong has tried his best to cultivate, but there are not too many talents available. It can be said that it is precisely the lack of grassroots officers that restricts the development of the northern Hebei detachment, and this is a dead knot that cannot be untied.

There was once a staff officer who suggested that cadres should be promoted in the firing line, but this was undoubtedly risky. Inexperienced officers, most of the time more terrifying than the enemy.

At hand, the cadres at the battalion level are quite competent, and no matter how high they go, they really can't think of anyone else who can take on the heavy responsibility.

Moreover, Sun Cripple's emotions should also be considered, after all, he is the division commander in the Hunan and Jiangxi Red Zone, and he is still the division commander here, which is already a grievance. If you mention someone to be on the same level as him, this ideological work will not be easy to do.

"Brigade battalion system!"

When these three words popped up in his mind, Qin Lang was taken aback by his thoughts. The three regiment commanders under his command are all rocket cadres, and they have been enlisted for more than a year since the day they joined the army. Now I have just become familiar with the work at hand, and if I am promoted to division commander again, it will be a seedling to help grow.

However, only one more battalion was added to the original three battalions. Then the three companies of each battalion were replaced by four companies, and one more platoon was added to each company, and the difficulty would be much less.

In this way, Sun Cripple was still a division commander, but his subordinates were changed from three regiments to three brigades, and then expanded to four brigades. In this way, he has no ideological resistance, and all parties can give a reasonable explanation.

Moreover, after the addition of technical arms such as artillery, engineers, and medical services, the division headquarters can be directly upgraded to a corps-level unit.

Just when Qin Lang was writing and drawing in his notebook, his head whispered:

"Commander, someone is in ambush!"

Qin Lang smiled coldly.

"Don't leave any of them behind."

"Dididi!"

After a few honking of the horn, the entire convoy came to a halt.

There was not much cargo on board, in addition to the two special operations teams, there were four sharpshooters. This is also the way the military region responds after the fourth group is broken and sunk in the sand.

"Bang!"

A smoke bomb was thrown in front of the car, and there was a gray wall of fog in the clearing.

"Whoosh!"

At this moment, a bullet landed in front of him, but the back of the head laughed.

"I'm going to compete with you, sharpshooters to destroy the enemy!"

"Yes!"

Cai Mao is one of the four sharpshooters, and after a period of tempering, he has obtained the third-level sharpshooter badge.

In front of him is a field, because there is no concealment, and it is also the place where the sharpshooter is tested the most. Because acting in such an environment is a comparison of human patience, as long as you are a little unable to hold your breath, it is the aftermath of death.

The secondary shooter moved slowly behind Cai Mao, and in half an hour they only moved two meters forward, which was much faster than at the training ground.

"Be careful, ten o'clock."

The co-shooter is a new recruit, but he used to be a hunter in the mountains, and his vision has always been sharp.

Cai Mao took out a telescope and carefully observed the target, it was indeed a "person". But that awkward body movement can't be a sniper at all.

"Fake."

He whispered.

The other group of people didn't shoot either, they should be moving forward, but Cai Mao couldn't see it.

"Shh

At that moment, he saw something, turned his binoculars and glanced around, only to see a man looking around cautiously.

"Two o'clock."

The co-shooter gently raised the gun, only to find the target and pull the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang!"

With a soft sound, a stream of bloody arrows burst out of the grass, and the man threw himself on the ground without any movement.

"Killed!"

At the same time as the deputy shooter fired, Cai Mao also grabbed the weapon in his hand, but no one else on the other side shot at him.

Most of the sharpshooters of the Wa Kingdom act alone, and their favorite way is to hide in the trees. However, there are no trees here, which makes it more difficult to find the enemy.

"Don't move!"

Cai Mao saw that the deputy shooter was about to load the bullet, and said softly.

The surroundings were quiet again, and there was nothing unusual even when listening carefully.

"Bang!"

But at this moment, Cai Mao's gun rang out. At eight o'clock in the direction of himself, something rolled out, and when he glanced at it, it turned out to be a bloody steel helmet.

"Smack!"

The deputy shooter gently slapped Cai Mao's body twice, and he had already loaded the bullet when the gunfire followed just now.

The two of them moved forward again, the weeds swaying as if they were a breeze. Even staring intently won't be of much use.

"As a sharpshooter, you have to be patient, even if you don't move all day, you can't be impatient. It only takes a second to shoot, but the process can be a few days, and if it can't be done, go to the combat unit now. ”

Thinking of the instructor's words, Cai Mao drove that bit of irritability out of his mind, and after slowly climbing a few steps to the left, he saw a person observing with a telescope.

"What a cunning!"

An Oriental devil dug a pit in the ground, then covered it with a wooden plank and used wild grass as a disguise. If you don't get in front of him, you can't find it at all.

Suddenly, the devil seemed to have discovered something, and he raised the 38 rifle in his hand with a grim smile on his face.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, there was a hole in the seat of the temple, and the Oriental devil slipped into the pit.

"Whoa!"

With the sound of the gun, Cai Mao loaded the bullet, but in an instant, another person appeared in the pit just now.

"Bang!"

The panicked expression quickly froze on his face, but this guy didn't fall, just stared at everything in front of him with rolled eyes.

"Whoa!"

The secondary shooter's bullet was loaded again, and he couldn't help but swallow as he looked at the strange guy not far away.

"Smack!"

Cai Mao kicked him.

"Don't get distracted!"

This was said with lips, which made the deputy shooter's face flush. At that moment he rolled over, and the man fell to his knees.

"Smack!"

Where he was lying on his stomach just now, a large cloud of dust came out.

"Bang!"

"Whoa!"

Cai Mao pulled the bolt of the gun, and also pulled the trigger in another place while half-crouching.

The two of them instantly fell to the ground and rolled to the left and right.

"Smack, smack, smack!"

The continuous gunfire made the ground full of smoke.

"Bang, bang!"

Another group of sharpshooters, not far away, also seized the opportunity to shoot, and soon the noisy gunfire stopped.

"Whoa!"

Cai Mao pressed a clip of bullets into the gun, then sat up sharply and pulled the trigger at a devil who was running wildly.

"Bang!"

The moment the bullet came out of the chamber, his body then fell backwards with force, and then rolled again.

"Bang!"

The sub-shooter next to him did the same, but after this shot, there was a scream not far away.

"Ahh

Cai Mao suddenly stopped his body and reloaded the bullet with the help of that terrible sound. Soon he saw the shadow of a man and pulled the trigger without even thinking about it.

"Bang!"

The man immediately fell to the ground, but the place where it hit was not critical, so he writhed in pain.

"Safety!"

Cai Mao shouted loudly.

He stood up and tried to go over and grab the captive.

But the devil took out a knife, stabbed it in his stomach, and then pulled it hard.

"Onboard!"

"Bang!"

The secondary shooter shot him in the head.

"Phew, if you die, you still want to use a flatbed truck to carry goods, that is, you are a money fan!" (To be continued.) )