The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

"What is this?"

Everyone in the art troupe was given a heavy bulletproof vest, which made everyone feel more and more uneasy.

"Bulletproof vests are good stuff. They are just supplied. Wearing them is like having an extra life~!"

"Come on, just like me, put on clothes, you can all wear them outside, and there are these, one for each person~!"

"Let me make it clear first. Even if the helmets are lost, I won't look for you. But Political Commissar Ning, these bulletproof vests have just been issued. Each division has a limited number of them. That's why you are here to visit the border guards, so I specially transferred some from the combat reserve regiment~!"

The officer in charge of the reception, while teaching these delicate young girls from the art troupe how to wear bulletproof vests, reminded Political Commissar Ning again that these bullet-proof clothes should be treasured.

"Has the situation ahead become so tense?"

Looking up at the towering mountains in the distance, one could hear the explosions of aerial bombs one after another, even more exaggerated than the sound of firecrackers in the city.

"The foreigners don't dare to come over. They only dare to send planes to bomb roads, bridges, and villages outside the border. Occasionally, there will be 'stray' bombs that fall on the roads on our side. So, we still have to pay attention to safety. The vehicles are too conspicuous~!"

The specific officer did not explain in detail, but one could sense the gnashing of teeth in his words. Any deviation was an attempt to provoke.

The unexpected military conflict on the border made the hearts of the people who came to express their condolences from the art troupe sink to the bottom, especially when they heard that there were aerial bombs that "deviated" onto the road and were destroyed very quickly.

“It’s so heavy~!”

After tightening the belt, Li Nan felt the heavy weight on his body. It was solid and secure, but it was indeed not light.

"It's right that it's heavy. A light machine gun can withstand two or three rounds of bullets. This thing is very tough. Pistol and rifle bullets are useless. It's just that the supply is insufficient. I heard that the military district has sent people to negotiate with the manufacturer. I hope that every soldier can be equipped with it later~!"

"Come on, men, each of you take a gun, and be careful~!"

After a careful inspection, the clothing of the art troupe's visiting personnel was confirmed to be correct, and even the guns were ready.

"We don't need these anymore, do we?"

Political Commissar Ning was still a little hesitant and subconsciously glanced at the soldiers in the regiment. Since the end of the recruit camp, it seemed that no one, regardless of gender, had touched anything again, except for prop guns.

"We will send a team to take you there. Some things are hard to predict, so you should prepare them. We'd rather you don't have to use them~!"

The officer gave such instructions. Even Political Commissar Ning was given a Type 54 pistol. Li Nan, who was in charge of driving, also took a Type 56 submachine gun from the wall and stuck it on the side of the driver's seat.

"Awesome, Li Nan, it has to be you~!"

Seeing Li Nan's behavior, the male soldiers couldn't help but give him a thumbs up. Hao Shuwen, who refused to admit defeat, curled her lips and also got herself a handful of five or six and a half.

Amid the clicking sound of gun tests, everyone seemed to be immersed in it. The previous laxity and cynicism were really put away this time, and no one would joke about their own life.

The explosions in the distance are also reminding everyone that once you get here, you have to listen to others and not suffer any losses.

"You all heard it, right? This mission is very dangerous, but it is precisely because of the danger that we have to go up. The regiment is very safe, but our safety is bought for us by the soldiers stationed on the border~!"

"The reason we brought you here is, first of all, we have to comfort those soldiers who put their lives at risk to protect our border. They are also human beings with families. Let's see what kind of situation they are in to be a good soldier~!"

Standing in front of the team, Political Commissar Ning has begun to mobilize them.

This time, there is not much difference between going to the front line and going to the border. There is war in other countries beyond the border. You can feel the cruelty of war even without a telescope. You can imagine how nervous it is to be stationed in such an environment. Some soldiers in the regiment are used to a good life, so they have to be brought here to experience it. They are both soldiers, so what is the difference between the two?

"Second, boost morale. The soldiers are on high alert and their spirits are tense. This is not good. Our role in the past was not to pretend, but to inspire people and let the soldiers' fighting enthusiasm burn fully~!"

"Comrades, I hope you can deeply understand what I am saying now. Art soldiers are also soldiers. Don't forget the responsibilities you shoulder~!"

The concise mobilization meeting ended quickly with Political Commissar Ning’s salute.

No one backed down, even the most timid Ke Minmin, who adjusted the huge helmet on her head and straightened her chest. This was the pride of the cultural and art soldiers.

"Tsk, they didn't attack me, what are you afraid of? Anyone who is afraid is a coward~!"

Throwing the Wuliu Chong behind his shoulder, the soldiers began to board the vehicle one after another. For the first time, they felt the atmosphere of the front line, from tension to worry, from worry to fear, and finally they were successfully aroused by the speech of Political Commissar Ning, which aroused their sense of honor as a soldier.

Liu Feng, who helped the female soldiers get on the vehicle one by one and carried five or six rifles, looked anxiously towards the jeep and seemed very worried.

"Qi, I'll do it myself. If you're in a hurry, go find her right away~!"

Hao Shuwen slapped away Liu Feng's hand that was trying to support her and climbed onto the carriage nimbly. Liu Feng, who was disliked, was not angry at all. Instead, he actually ran towards the jeep.

"Li Nan, Li Nan~!"

"Squad Leader Liu, what's wrong?"

Li Nan, who was about to get in the car, looked back at Liu Feng who was running towards him, tilted his head and responded to his greeting.

"If you see a dirt bump on the road, use your wheels to avoid it. It could be a mine. If you see a plane dropping bombs, turn the car into the woods. Be careful~!"

Liu Feng, looking a little nervous, was anxiously making instructions before leaving. The art troupe did not have these things, and only the infantry regiment would teach this knowledge.

"This is domestic, it shouldn't be that dangerous. OK, I got it, squad leader Liu, thank you~!"

With a sweet smile, Li Nan waved at Liu Feng, turned around and got into the cab of the small jeep, nodded at Liu Feng, and closed the door.

"Liu Feng is experienced. Don't worry. Li Nan, you can drive slowly on the road. Believe in yourself~!"

Political Commissar Ning also saw what happened just now and nodded in agreement to Liu Feng's suggestion.

"Putting on a bulletproof vest is a bit of a hindrance~!"

The weight of seven or eight kilograms is indeed not light for a female comrade, and it squeezes her chest. Li Nan felt a little uncomfortable after putting it on. Fortunately, there was no magazine in the magazine pouch on her chest, otherwise it would have hit the steering wheel.

"I have to wear it even if it gets in the way. How come I've never heard of this thing before? It can actually protect against light machine gun bullets?"

"Maybe it was just developed, so it was put into service. Before and after the performance, Captain Su, be careful not to lose it. It's made in Beijing, Red Star 787 Factory. I've never heard of this factory before~!"

In the back seat of the small jeep, Captain Su and Political Commissar Ning were chatting. If you push up your vest, you can see the manufacturer printed on the back.

Li Nan, who was driving, heard the name and address of the factory and suddenly felt as if his head was hit hard by a heavy hammer.

Suddenly I remembered what his brother said last year: "Even you can be shot by several guns while running 5 kilometers, it seems that the load is still a little light~!" (End of this chapter)