Headquarters of the United Nations Force in Lebanon, Naqoura, a city in southern Lebanon.

U.S. Army Major Robert Micus sat on the hood of a military off-road vehicle, unconsciously folding the military hat into various shapes with both hands, and his eyes looked at the elite army youth from Warwick, Kent County, Rhode Island:

"Lieutenant Dennis Herbs, I don't know how many times you've sold your ass to get your connections from America to this hellish place in Lebanon as if you've fucking given yourself a gut! But I must admit that your suit worked very well in the army, because I promised the commander who had been in West Germany in all sorts of postures* to take care of you as he had taken care of me. ”

Hearing the words that came out of the other party's mouth promising to take care of him, Dennis's expression relaxed, and he whistled lightly to express his feelings, Tommy and SSD's connections in the army system are simply as developed as those roads in Lebanon, no matter what virtues are blown up by Israel, those Lebanese can always continue to transport ammunition and terrorists along the roads.

"Close your spare door, I don't want to hear anything from your ass until I'm done! It doesn't matter if it's the one above or the one below! Hearing Dennis express his feelings with a whistle, Robert slammed the car hood with his fist in dissatisfaction, making a loud noise to signal the other party to shut up.

“YesSir！” Dennis put away his frivolity and laziness just now, stood with his head held high, and said loudly.

Robert looked at the scenery in the distance, and his eyes were all ruins: "The U.S. military has three teams of men and horses in Nakula, one team is the rotten Marines, who are messing around in the UN peacekeeping force behind me, responsible for opening checkpoints near the city, and openly touching the * sons of those female refugees under the pretext of body search!" ”

"There is also a team of U.S. Navy jungs, who defend the Lebanese coastline under the pretext of helping the United Nations peacekeeping forces set up a naval department, monitor the movements of the Lebanese Navy, prevent the weapons and equipment of the Lebanese Navy from falling into the hands of terrorists, and do some smuggling work to make a fortune by the way."

"And then there's us, the great U.S. Army, always fearless in the most dangerous places on the planet, and it's lucky that you're here, it's a very easy job here, and we claim that the United Nations staff is actually responsible for collecting all kinds of intelligence on both sides in this area, and then sending the information back to the Pentagon for those Army bigwigs to check and decide if it's worth it, whether it's to sell it to Israel or Lebanon for a profit, or to save it for our future wars to accumulate valuable experience."

"Your file says that you captured a Soviet spy in Turkey, got a commendation, destroyed a secret enemy base during your stay in Beirut, and received another commendation, relying on these two commendations, you successfully won yourself the opportunity to be promoted to lieutenant, among the 88 West Point graduates, you are the one who was promoted fast enough, and now, you actually took the initiative to apply to come to the front line, I like the elite, the first time I saw you, I knew that you were the real elite, and your former major Sima Sauer also praised you, I have rarely seen him praise such a subordinate so much. ”

When Dennis heard that the other party regarded himself as an elite, he immediately felt the need to correct the other party's delusion, and hurriedly opened his mouth to defend:

"Sir, may I explain? I think maybe there are some small inaccuracies in the information on my file, and that error may be how to define the term unsolicited application, and I was actually forced by Major Marshall......"

"That's not important! Lieutenant! Robert interrupted Dennis by tapping on the hood again, and then slowed his tone:

"The important thing is that you are here, for your kind of elite, I think the best care is to make you make meritorious deeds faster, when the other West Point students are still licking the commander's car with their mouths, you have already appeared in the Pentagon, so I decided to hand over the heroic platoon to you to command, because the file says that you have not really served as the commander of a small unit, and now, your file has been updated, and your military career has ushered in a new page."

"Heroic platoon?" Dennis was stunned for a moment: "What's that?" ”

"A small unit that can give everyone a headache, Second Lieutenant Marvin, and bring our new lieutenant Dennis Herbs with him......" Robert beckoned to his driver and lieutenant, and flipped through the transfer file next to him: "Second Lieutenant Glenn Davis went to meet their subordinates, wow, the file shows that Second Lieutenant Glenn Davis is only one award away from promotion, you two are really good." ”

In fact, according to the rules, the major cannot be equipped with an adjutant, but who cares about this in the army, Dennis himself takes his loyal black adjutant Glenn with him wherever he goes.

"Follow me, Lieutenant." Robert's aide-de-camp, Marvin, gestured to Dennis.

Dennis looked at Robert, who waved at him: "Say hello to your subordinates today, and I'll talk to you tomorrow about the specific arrangements." ”

"Sir, I have a question, where did the last commander go?" Dennis asked warily.

Hearing Dennis ask about the commander of the previous heroic platoon, Robert paused a little sadly for a moment before he sighed: "Lieutenant Harry shot himself in shame, he is a model of American soldiers." ”

Hearing the other party's answer, Dennis breathed a sigh of relief, followed Marven's footsteps, and said to Marven with a relieved smile: "Then I'll be relieved, I'm ashamed to commit suicide, fortunately, I don't know what shame means." ”

Watching Dennis and his lieutenant get into the car and leave, Robert jumped off the front of the car, put his hat on, looked in the direction of the car and said with a wicked smile:

"May God bless you, West Point Elite, it's time for you to see the true combat effectiveness of the U.S. military."

……

Naqoura used to be the largest city in southern Lebanon, but after the Israeli invasion of Lebanon in 1978, it was included in its own territory, although due to the reaction of the United Nations and the United States, this territory was not clearly marked on the world map, and only declared a buffer zone for peace, but it is a fact that there are more and more Israelis in this area, and there are fewer and fewer Lebanese.

UN peacekeepers have their headquarters here to ensure that they can intervene as soon as there is a conflict between the two sides of the war.

Naqoura is still nominally owned by Lebanon, but instead of a pro-Syrian government, the Israeli-backed Lahad armed group in southern Lebanon, which then sends a request to Israel to garrison troops, and the Israeli government justifies the presence of troops in Naqoura.

Therefore, when walking on the road and seeing the Lebanese and Israeli soldiers standing together and being intimate, do not think that Lebanon and Israel have really ushered in peace, which is an illusion, just like the South Korean soldiers on the Korean Peninsula and the American soldiers are like father and son.

The Lahad regime is the Lebanese armed forces planted by Israel, the most authentic and legitimate Lebanese regime in Israel's eyes.

Adjutant Marvin drove as he introduced Dennis to Nakula's intricate environment.

Here, there are militarized forces such as the Lahad armed forces, the Israel Defense Forces, the Lebanese Allah party defined as terrorists, several small pro-Syrian southern local forces, the Lebanese defense forces, and Lebanese civilians who may become terrorists at any time or United Nations peacekeepers who can become terrorists at any time.

"Wait a minute, I can understand the fact that a civilian who becomes a terrorist is actively or passively, but what the is it like for a peacekeeper to passively become a terrorist? The IRA and the British army lived in the same base, and then in life they blamed each other, and the British took the opportunity to fire and kill the Irish on the battlefield, and by the way, framed each other as terrorists? When Dennis heard Marven's introduction, he suddenly interrupted in confusion.

Marven motioned to Dennis to look at the broken walls around the barely repaired highway at this moment: "This is the scope of the Peacekeeping Blue Zone, and under normal circumstances, this kind of intense shelling cannot occur, but look around?" The shells blew out more craters than the moon, when the peacekeepers become terrorists, it depends on the mood of Israel and Lahad, two months ago, Lahad directly shelled the stronghold of the peacekeepers with mortars, eight Nepalese peacekeepers were blown into rag dolls, two died on the spot, six severed hands and feet, leaving scars on their faces that were more terrifying than Freddy, the IDF and Lahad said after the incident that they got information that Allah terrorists were hiding in that area, and blamed the peacekeepers for running around, build strongholds everywhere, why can't you honestly hide in the headquarters of peacekeepers in Naqoura. ”

Dennis looked around according to Marven's reminder: "When you make a mistake, the first time is not to admit the mistake, but to quickly push the mistake on the other party's head." I thought this was the secret of the West Point Military Academy, so did the Israeli commander study at West Point and secretly learn the methods taught to us by the instructors? ”

"Last year, more than 100 Lebanese refugees, mainly women and children, sought refuge in a peacekeeping force stronghold, which temporarily sheltered them at a post in accordance with regulations, and then Israel shelled the stronghold, wounding four peacekeepers and killing more than 40 refugees. Marven said as he spoke, turned the steering wheel with both hands, and drove towards a blue and white building on the side of the road:

"In the Naqoura area, it should be noted that the Israelis hate the United Nations staff and foreigners the most, they think that the United Nations prevents them from fighting Lebanese terrorists, that the United Nations will make Israel hand over the land that it has occupied, and that some radical Israelis, they will kill peacekeepers or United Nations personnel who get in the way, on the contrary, the Lebanese people like the United Nations staff because they believe that the United Nations provides Naqoura with the most basic order and minimizes the threat of all-out war, And brought medical care, food and other aid, but the Lebanese people do not like the United States and the French, they think that the Israeli invasion is supported by the United States, and hate the French because the foreign legion is very rude in the vicinity, has no sense of honor as a soldier, acts rudely, and sometimes kills civilians like Israel and Lahad in order to achieve their goals. ”

The off-road vehicle stopped in front of the building, and Marven pulled the door and jumped out of the car: "We have arrived, this is the station of the heroic platoon, which is also located in the peacekeeping blue zone, and it is basically very safe." ”

Dennis and Glenn, who were carrying two large marching bags, stepped out of the car and looked up at the two-story building, where banners and signs hung almost all the walls of the second floor: "United Nations Veterinary Nursing Facility, United Nations Child Survival Observatory, German Dental Clinic, Irish Yoga Training Center, Dutch Chinese Takeaway." ”

"That's good, add an American brothel and you're done." After reading these signboard texts, Dennis said that he asked Marvin:

"So, do my subordinates run a restaurant or do they work as dentists?"

"All of these, probably seven or eight agencies, or more, there are now thirty soldiers in the Heroes Platoon, and they use these identities when they go out to gather intelligence."

"Gathering intelligence? Secret agent? Spy? What exactly do these people do? Marvin, to tell you the truth, I'm definitely not the elite that Robert Micus thinks I am, and I can't do the elite job. Danny said frankly, "Don't force me to let Glenn knock you unconscious, and then steal your car and go back to the United States." ”

"Why did you get sent to a place like Nakura?" Seeing Dennis's reaction, Marven hesitated for two seconds and asked Dennis a question.

Denis replied almost without thinking, "Because I suck." ”

"That's right, and so are your men you're about to meet." Marven smiled and walked towards the building first:

"So don't worry, you want to be an elite, and the United States will not agree to it for its own safety."

Dennis waited for Marven to take a few steps away, then turned to Glenn behind him and asked, "Did I specifically tell you to bring anything to bring?" ”

"Of course, but only ten." Glenn said calmly.

Dennis nodded, and looked at Marven who was waiting at the gate in front of him: "Then let the three of them share a set, the situation is difficult, and the soldiers must not only appreciate my thoughtfulness, but also learn to understand the difficulties of my commander." ”

"But we still have more than 2,000 dollars." Glenn said.

Dennis patted the other man on the shoulder and walked towards the main entrance: "I said, Glenn, that's your money." ”

When he stepped into the hall, Marven was already standing in the hall and roaring at a dozen products that looked like male captives and female refugees had copulation: "F*ck************, the military regulations don't tell you about this pile of maggots!" When the chief appears in front of you, are you supposed to fucking stand up! ”

With this roar, a dozen lazy soldiers realized that there were three more people in the hall, and they stood up either lazily or nervously at this time.

"My seventy-nine-year-old grandmother in West Virginia looks more like a soldier in a military uniform than you do!" Marven reprimanded loudly, and then looked around at everyone in the hall: "What about the others?" Sergeant Major Raymond! ”

He wanted to call out the platoon's first sergeant major to say hello to Dennis, and Sergeant Major Raymond was the only one in the pile of garbage who still looked like a soldier.

A small man with messy hair and unusually large eyes, at this time he looked at the three of them with his bones and said loudly: "Report, sir, Sergeant Major Raymond had a sudden attack about ninety minutes ago and was taken to the peacekeeping force hospital for medical treatment, and the others went to accompany him." ”

"I guess those nurses in the hospital can get those dozen or so garbage enthusiastic companions, so why are you still here, why didn't you go to the hospital together?" Marven asked.

The other party replied quite simply: "Report, because two cars can't fit thirty people, and the money that thirty of us put together is only enough for the nurse to help six people make a **." ”

"Introduction, this is Lieutenant Dennis Herbs, who replaced Lieutenant Harry, who committed suicide, and came to serve as the new commander of the Heroes Platoon, and next to him is the new deputy commander of the Heroes Platoon, Second Lieutenant Glenn Davis." Marven stepped aside, and Dennis stepped forward and stood in front of everyone.

Marven next to him gave a few consecutive glances to those soldiers who were not very bright-minded, and finally someone reacted, and everyone raised their arms one after another to salute Dennis, followed by a sparse voice: "Hello sir." ”

Dennis...... Herbs? An untimely voice rang out among a dozen soldiers: "From Kent County, Rhode Island...... Warwick City? ”

Dennis stiffened his face, raised his hand and returned the military salute, ignoring the voice that raised questions, but turned his head to look at Marven, and took the initiative to stretch out his hand: "Ensign, thank you for your car, when I get them in order, I will report to the major, forgive me for not preparing the banquet for you today." ”

Marven shook back with the other party, turned to leave, his task was to send Dennis, and now that the mission was completed, he was not interested in staying in this, even for a second.

"Glenn, the sergeant major is lying in the hospital, and you can only help me do an investigation." Dennis sent Marven away, turned his head to look at the dozen people in the room, and said without any mood fluctuations.

Glen, the black man next to him, put down two marching bags and walked around twice in front of a dozen soldiers: "Do you remember the military regulations? Is anyone willing to stand up and recite it aloud? ”

A group of soldiers shook their heads blankly, and Glenn turned to look at Dennis and said, "This is a bunch of dumb melons." ”

"Then I'll be relieved." Dennis nodded in satisfaction, then pulled out a pistol from his waist and pulled the trigger on the old chandelier overhead! Splash of debris with three bangs:

"Within thirty seconds, the hospital will assemble, and the latecomer will be considered to have performed well, and his application for discharge will be rejected indefinitely during my tenure, and I will recommend to my superiors that the soldier's service be extended by ten years because of his outstanding performance."

Originally, the gunfire made more than a dozen people so frightened that they hugged their heads and shouted to dodge, but when they heard Dennis's words, they immediately ignored the risk of ricocheting and were injured, and rushed towards the door behind Dennis like crazy.

"What does the greedy commander like the most, of course, the subordinates who are even more greedy for life and afraid of death, I know at a glance that I will shine like gold in this pile of yellow and clear stool, this is definitely a good care." Dennis turned and looked at the swarming men:

"May God bless you, Nakula."

(End of chapter)