Where does the combat effectiveness of the army come from? Organization and discipline. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The discipline of the Green Cult army is a mess, unclear and undecided. Soldiers go into battle in a state of Brownian motion, attacking by shouting slogans. And the organization of the Green Cult Army, hahaha......, is there such a thing?

Collapse at the touch of a button, collapse for thousands of miles, this is the normal state of the Green Cult army. Look at the bad fighting that the Syrian government army has fought in recent years, and the large army is constantly being chased by small groups of terrorists. lost the city and lost the land, and the face was lost, and even the miscellaneous army under Kaishen Gong was not as good as that.

As a member of the military delegation to Syria, Major Wang Zhigao came to train the logistics management of the Syrian government army. The Assad government also granted Major Wang certain powers, but when this 'excellent pacesetter in logistics management of the whole army' took up his post, he was repeatedly broken by the situation he was facing.

For the Syrians, logistics is about guarding warehouses, and it's a fat shortage. Next, you can guess with your knees what is hidden in it. 'The front line is tight, the rear is tight', this happened not only in China a few decades ago, but also in Syria.

The soldiers at the front were short of ammunition and equipment, and the equipment and ammunition in the rear were taken out and sold openly. The logistics officers of the government army are all loyal and honest smiling, enthusiastic, generous, and helpful. But when asked why the warehouse was empty, they would just shake their heads and say they didn't know.

What the hell is this!

Major Wang is here to help build up the logistics system of the Syrian government army, not to fight corruption. How does this situation make him work? He inspected more than a dozen ordnance warehouses in Damascus, where there was nothing but tattered garbage and all the good stuff missing.

The funniest thing is that the front-line troops never look for logistics when they want to get supplies, but directly take money to buy them on the black market. The black market is near the ordnance warehouse, everything. All kinds of ordnance are sold openly on the market, and there are many good things.

Faced with this situation, Major Wang could only react to his superiors. The military delegation also had no choice but to transfer the situation to the Assad government.

The Assad government has no choice but to do so, and the green religion countries in the Middle East are based on tribal alliances. The government is full of intertwined forces, and some things can only be turned a blind eye.

Major Wang was useless as a hero, so he could only sit in a daze in the steaming office every day, listening to the squeaky and rattling of the electric fan on the ceiling, and passed day after day in a frustrated and irritable manner.

Until Major Tianwang received an order from his superiors - a 'Director Lin' in charge of logistics management would come to help you, and your task was to keep an eye on him at all times. But as long as 'Director Lin' doesn't do anything out of the ordinary, let him go. Just don't let him get into trouble.

"It seems that there is a big young master above who is coming to the front line to gild." Major Wang slammed the phone on the desk and listened to it with a sigh of anger. "Lao Tzu is suffering here, but his superiors treat me as a leader. Isn't this a child's play with military work? It's infuriating! ”

Before they met, Major Wang was very unhappy with the so-called 'Director Lin'. He himself is diligent and starts from the grassroots level, has a serious attitude, is proficient in business, and looks down on the young master soldier who has nothing to do. And not long after he hung up the phone, 'Director Lin' came down with a ticket to report.

Major Wang was located in a logistics barracks on the outskirts of Damascus, where a motorcade of Hulala kicked up dust on the road and creaked to a stop outside his office after passing the sentry check.

Major Wang went out to take a look, and he was ......, and there were more than a dozen cars in front and back. There were more than a dozen people in each car, and there was a company of men.

The convoy came to a halt, and a tall man in military uniform jumped out of a jeep in front of him, with a beard and messy hair, a PKM machine gun in his hand, and several magazines and grenades hanging from his chest. This person looked extremely strong, but his clothes and hats were untidy, the wind and discipline buttons were open, and he also wore a pair of brown sunshade and windproof goggles.

The man in military uniform didn't speak, and Major Wang thought it was a Western mercenary from there. It's just that as soon as the two sides met, the man said in Chinese: "Hello, Major Wang, my surname is Lin." Sorry, it's late. Halfway through a roadside bomb reimbursed us for both cars. ”

Major Wang was a little stunned, he also thought that 'Director Lin' was a cream young master soldier. But now it seems that although the army is not in order, it is not as unbearable as imagined, and even has the ability and decisiveness to go to the battlefield.

"Hello, Director Lin. In the future, we will be colleagues, and my superiors will arrange for me to cooperate with your work, and I believe that we will be able to cooperate happily. Major Wang stepped forward to shake hands, neither of them knew each other, and a formulaic introduction was considered to be acquaintance.

Looking at the rest of the convoy, it was indeed covered in gunsmoke after the attack. It's just that the soldiers are also bearded, and the uniforms are from the Iranian Revolutionary Guards. These people are always better than the garbage soldiers of the Syrian government army.

"The conditions here are tough enough." 'Director Lin' walked into Major Wang's office, and there were desks, chairs, filing cabinets, and the only electrical appliances were telephones and ceiling fans. The office is just an ordinary bungalow, with a large playground for the logistics barracks and rows of warehouses beyond it.

The sand and dust were blowing and the heat was unbearable, and 'Director Lin' looked around the office and couldn't even find saliva. He immediately said: "No, this is a place where people stay, and it must be improved." ”

Major Wang couldn't help but feel angry in his heart, he secretly thought: I haven't complained for half a year, and you have only been here for a few minutes and complained. Syria is now a battlefield, and the conditions are naturally difficult, and it is natural to endure hardships and suffering. Only those who can withstand the test can embody the true character of the soldiers of the Republic.

Since the two sides were not familiar with each other, thinking that the other party might be quite big, Major Wang also complained: "There is a black market near the warehouse, diesel engines, air conditioners, water dispensers, everything." But we can only watch. ”

Speaking of the black market, Major Wang was even angrier. The Assad government bought them from abroad at great expense, even from home. But as long as those things go to Syria, they can't enter the warehouse at all, and they directly appear on the black market for sale.

This kind of country will not perish, and it will be intolerable!

"When I came, I heard that the situation here is very bad, and I have also visited the black market area, and it is indeed lawless to openly resell military supplies. But since I'm here, I'm not going to sit idly by. ”

'Director Lin' patted Major Wang's shoulder like a braggadocio, and slapped people stunned with one palm. The latter suddenly understood the true meaning of his superiors when he said, 'Don't let this person get into trouble' - this guy in front of him really has a bit of a dare to think and dare to do it!

"Director Lin, what are you going to do?" Major Wang was suddenly a little uneasy, and a little excited. He was so miserable by the black market of weapons in Damascus that he had long wanted to clean up the Syrian moths.

"I'm here to take care of logistics and management, so naturally I want to get back what belongs to us." 'Director Lin' scratched his head, and said secretly in his heart: "But I promised Lao Xiao not to kill people indiscriminately, so let's use the method of not killing people." ”