After the exercise, the barracks quieted down for a long time, but the security in the barracks was the responsibility of the gendarmerie. Therefore, at night, the gates are manned by gendarmes.

There are no street lights in the entire barracks, not that they are not installed, but that everyone is accustomed to using the bright light from anti-aircraft generators. Except in exceptional circumstances, the entire barracks were fairly bright all night.

As long as an iodine-tungsten lamp is installed at the bottom of the anti-aircraft generator, the barracks at night will be illuminated.

Compared with the strictness of the barracks, the camp management of the logistics department is not so strict.

A dark shadow left his quarters and slowly moved towards the portal of the logistics camp.

At the gate of the camp stood a standard sentry booth with a spire, which was reserved for the sentry and could only stand. It's just that those who come know that the sentinels are just for people to see.

The entrance to the paratrooper school is the strictest, and there are not only observers but even snipers on duty in the anti-aircraft generators that emit light overhead. God knows where the gendarmes on duty are hiding, and they have secret sentry posts anyway.

It is said that the paratrooper school far away in the rear does not need to be so strict, but now it is wartime, and night ambush is also a basic skill that soldiers must master, so night lurking and anti-lurking are also part of daily training that is integrated into daily routines and rest.

Those who want to leave the camp walk under the eaves of the dormitory, trying not to attract the attention of the snipers on the air generator.

His goal, of course, was not a portal with sentinels, but a section of the fence that had been looked at a long time ago.

The paratrooper school is also surrounded by walls like castles, with walls that can be patrolled.

It's just that the patrol team above is not like other military camps, where soldiers patrol in formations. Instead, they seemed to be infiltrating the operation, one by one, with their hands on the shoulders of their comrades in front, and the last one was still on guard from time to time.

They have to fight against the dark sentinels, and they have to fight against the sentinels of the gatehouse. Anyway, at night, they are "enemies" of each other. Being able to catch it and not being caught by others is a question of deciding whether to eat meat or vegetables tomorrow.

Always be vigilant is the most important motto of the paratrooper school. The soldiers said that if they could train at the paratrooper school, they would never be caught by devils even if they went to the battlefield.

In any case, everyone lives and trains like this anyway, and gradually all soldiers are controlled by this life. After all, these training and work not only affect the quality of food, but also affect their military salaries.

Compared to other units, the salaries of ordinary elite infantry trained in paratrooper schools are not higher than those of other units. The only good thing is that the paratrooper school is never in arrears.

Ge Laozi, this time it's a loss. I thought the merchants could be more generous, but now it seems that they are coaxing the melon baby to sell, and Lao Tzu is the melon baby they coaxed.

Relying on his familiarity with the logistics battalion, he quietly approached the wall along the shadowed area. He wore a rope loop with a flying grip on his shoulders, and the rope made of glass silk mixed with linen and silk was only five millimeters thick, but it was extremely strong enough to weigh more than three hundred kilograms.

Of course, these things are not equipped by ordinary elite infantry, but the selected paratroopers have one each, and it is not a problem to fly the eaves and walk the wall or something. If it weren't for the logistics battalion, ordinary infantry wouldn't be able to get their hands on such equipment.

Looking at the high walls bathed in the sky under the bright iodine-tungsten lamps, the people who tried to escape from the barracks secretly complained to themselves:

Lao Tzu's skull is broken, and he wants to fight against the Four Elements Demon King. It is true that people who have returned from foreign countries are not the same as our officers. Which family does not quietly sell tobacco in the barracks, otherwise where will the added cigarettes of those soldiers come from.

The soldiers' drug abuse is a matter that the Yunnan, Guizhou, and Sichuan armies have never solved well.

In fact, the armies of all countries also have a tradition of knocking medicine, don't think that the so-called developed countries will not do such things. After all, I don't know when the soldiers who die on the battlefield have very low resistance to such things as drug abuse.

It's just that the medicine used by soldiers in other countries is of high purity, and it is even issued to ordinary soldiers in the form of medicines.

Anyone who is trying to escape from paratrooper school and knows what the rest of the world is doing will say:

What kind of serious thing is your Four Elements Demon King pretending to be, isn't it just eating a foreign cigarette, it's a serious matter. forced Lao Tzu to escape overnight, this Four Elements Demon King is really harmful.

Just as he was thinking in his heart, suddenly there was a low shout,

"What are you doing, I don't know if you are not allowed to act privately at night."

As he drank low, the bright light of the flashlight fell on his face, and he was shocked by a hairy feeling running from the vest to the top of his head. As a result, I was nervous, and I couldn't make up a reason immediately, and my mouth was turning quickly in my heart, trying to turn out a reasonable reason.

"This ...... This ......"

"Don't explain this, wait and explain to the gendarmes."

When it comes to the gendarmerie, there is more hope in the hearts of those who have been stopped, but there are still acquaintances in the gendarmerie.

Sure enough, when the patrol that stopped him was about to take him to the gendarmerie, several gendarmes suddenly appeared near them like ghosts.

At night, the gendarmes are open except for the secret posts, and the patrols of other units or any other personnel are the objects of their search.

Before the gendarmes who came to the front could speak, the patrol had begun to report,

"We are the first combat group of the third battalion, the third regiment, the third battalion, the first platoon, and the fifth squad of the first elite infantry division...... Our unit was ordered to patrol the camp at night, and found an unexplained mobile person, who was about to be sent to the gendarmerie for processing, and the report was completed. ”

To such a report the gendarmes were satisfied, and they replied,

"Alright, your mission is well done, now start patrolling, and in fifteen seconds we will start the search operation......"

This is the charter of the night patrol of the paratrooper school, and the slogan of eternal vigilance is not something that can be cultivated in a day or two. Without long-term training, such habits cannot be formed.

And the most lacking thing in the paratrooper school is time, because the battle on the battlefield is in full swing, and there is an urgent need for elite soldiers.

The gendarmes sent the patrol away, and then turned to face the men who were about to slip out of the camp. Just glanced at him and didn't have to look at his figure, Li Jixian recognized who he was,

"Uncle Ba Shi, I don't sleep in the middle of the night, and I wander around the camp."

Listening to the familiar local accent, Bashi Luo Mingyang finally breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at familiar people and listening to familiar country sounds, the brain that had just been frightened by the patrol began to turn again,

"Alas, it's not to blame your old man, the mother-in-law at the head of the house is sick and no one cares, I think about asking for leave to go back and see, but your old man just doesn't let go, helpless......"

As he spoke, Luo Mingyang quietly looked at Li Jixian's face. This has always been Li Jixian's military policeman, and there is no expression on his face. It's not that he likes to do it, but as a gendarme he has to hide all his feelings.

"Uncle Ba Shi, if you want to say that this reason is sufficient, but ......"