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Chapter 172: General Fang from the Strategic Research Bureau

"After lurking and killing the sentry, quietly place explosives on the radar and a tripwire mine at the door of the radar soldier's tent."

"Annan's special forces attacked a tent, one with a rocket launcher and the other with a submachine gun. The radar soldier rushed out of the tent in panic and detonated a tripwire mine..."

Fangyan simply wrote about the entire process of the "Zinbelin Radar" incident. The enemy's planning and organization, from pre-war intelligence acquisition to infiltration operations to battlefield evacuation, were extremely rigorous, causing an unexpectedly severe blow.

In his own writing, Agent Annan was not weakened or even retarded. Instead, he was like the "Yamamoto Special Forces" in "Drawing Sword", cunning, treacherous and extremely cruel.

For example, they would use the principle of "not harming civilians" to infiltrate in disguise and lure into ambushes.

The dialect does not deify the special forces into an "anti-Japanese drama" where they tear monkeys apart with bare hands, hide bombs in crotches, and shoot people in the head from 800 meters away. Instead, it is "realistic" like "Operation Red Sea".

The stronger the enemy, the greater our victory!
It is even more remarkable that we defeat the enemy!

After writing the synopsis of the third part, "Eliminate the Enemy Special Forces," the fourth part follows the general plot of "Operation Lightning."

Since the Zimberlin radar was destroyed and could not be repaired in a short period of time, Annan immediately mobilized elite troops and prepared nearly 10 artillery shells, all of which were poured on our positions.

This is a reference to the "July 7 Artillery Battle" which is used as a textbook at the West Point Military Academy.

Our army's electronic eavesdropping closely monitored a radio signal, which was decoded and confirmed the time for the implementation of the plan. The enemy then stopped its artillery attacks and the radio went silent.

Therefore, it was necessary to send out several reconnaissance teams.

The same goes for the protagonist's special forces, which is to conduct reconnaissance behind enemy lines and try every possible means to find the location of this heavy artillery position.

The ending, of course, is filled with the firing of thousands of cannons and the howling of ghosts and gods!
The more you write in dialect, the more comfortable it becomes.

He was in between the Bureau of Terrorism and Warfare and the Bureau of Strategic Propaganda, jumping back and forth.

For example, there are actually three "Zinbelin" radars in China, and they are already in the imitation stage, but it is deliberately written as only one.

Annan had this kind of intelligence after the Battle of Mount Fakkar, but it was not certain how many radars we had.

True and false, vague and uncertain, it is estimated that the position of the first generation chief of the Strategic Research Institute will be Fang Xiaojiang's turn.

This fourth-generation aircraft is not that fourth-generation aircraft. It is impossible, absolutely impossible. It is just a modified J-10.

The graph paper is filled with words.

I shook my arms and kept thinking:

What should this protagonist be called?

What should this special forces be called?

Eastern Excalibur?

Wolf Fang? Sirius? Wolf Warrior?

For a while, Fangyan couldn't help but suffer from naming difficulties.

…………

It was quiet in the library.

Gong Xing looked at Teacher Fang quietly, his brows sometimes wrinkled as if he was thinking hard, and sometimes relaxed as if he was suddenly enlightened. The corners of his mouth would also rise or fall. His expressions were so rich that even she, an actress, could not help but sigh.

It’s such a pity that Teacher Fang didn’t become an actor!
But when I thought about the outline and synopsis, I couldn't help but sigh that compared to being an actor, it is simply unjust for Mr. Fang not to be a writer!

I saw him using his pen to quickly write down the title, "Operation Sword", on the paper, and the poem immediately came to my mind.

"I have fought in battles over three thousand miles, and my sword has been as powerful as a million men."

"The Han soldiers were as swift as thunderbolts, and the enemy cavalry were afraid of thorns."

As I was thinking, I recited it subconsciously.

Although the voice was very soft, Fangyan could still be heard.

Gong Xing noticed that he was staring at him and turned his head slightly, "Teacher Fang, I'm sorry, I can't help myself..."

"No need to apologize, that poem you just read was very good."

Fangyan waved his hand and asked her what she thought of the title of the book.

"Okay, it just fits with what you wrote, 'Dignity lies only on the edge of the sword.'" Gong Xing looked at him smiling and suddenly remembered something, "Ah, Teacher Fang, I didn't mean to steal..."

Fangyan closed the pen and said, "I don't mean to blame you. On the contrary, you have helped me a lot."

"busy?"

Gong Xing couldn't help feeling confused.

When I saw his actions, I thought he was asking to borrow a pen, so I smiled and raised my hand, telling him not to take such a small matter to heart.

"Yes, yes, I almost forgot about the pen. You didn't help me with one big favor, you helped me with two big favors!"

Fangyan did not name this manuscript "Lightning Operation" but "Sword Operation", which was taken from "United｜Sword".

It is also because special forces are like a sharp blade, piercing the heart of the enemy.

The sword is unsheathed, revealing its sharp edge.

The point of the sword is invincible!
"No, no, don't say that."

Gong Xing caught a glimpse of Li Cunbao looking at them, his cheeks inexplicably turned red, and the pebbles began to skip around his heart again.

Fortunately, at this moment, the "savior" came.

Guo Baochang arrived at the library. It was almost time. As long as the two of them arrived at the cafeteria, they could start eating. "Comrade Gong Xing, please come with us?"

"This is a welcome party prepared for the two teachers."

Gong Xing said politely, "I won't bother you." But he could not resist the enthusiasm of Guo Baochang and others, especially the invitation from Teacher Fang.

After packing up their things, the group headed towards the cafeteria.

On the way, Fangyan handed over the pen:

"Thank you for the pen, it was a great help, and for the title of the book just now, I really don't know how to thank you properly."

"no, I'm fine."

"Yes, yes."

"Or, or..."

There was a hint of anticipation in Gong Xing's tone, "Teacher Fang, can you sign an autograph for me?" As he said that, he took out a book from his bag.

Fangyan took a closer look and said, "Love on the Hump"?
Gong Xing cried out "Ah!" and then he remembered that she had left the book in the room. He felt so embarrassed that his face turned red to his ears.

"Teacher Fang, I'm sorry..."

"fine."

Fangyan didn't take it to heart, "You don't have to say 'I'm sorry', and you don't have to say 'I'm sorry' all the time. Since we met, it seems like you've only said it more than once. There's really no 'I'm sorry' for."

"right……"

"Look, here it comes again."

"Then I won't say anything."

Gong Xing blushed and didn't dare to look directly at him.

"There's no rush for the signature."

As they walked, Fangyan said, "Once the welcome party is over, we can go back to the guesthouse and get things done. It just so happens that I live in the room next to yours."

"Hmm, what a coincidence..."

Gong Xing lowered his head and pursed his lips.

Seeing that she stopped talking, Fang Yan was about to speak, but was pulled into their topic by Guo Baochang and Li Cunbao and couldn't get away.

Gong Xing remained silent. He came to the cafeteria and sat at the table, still remaining silent, quietly listening to the actresses from Guixi Factory, who were whispering to each other, all speaking in dialect.

"I heard that some time ago, Teacher Fang visited the grassroots troops in the Guangxi Military Region to express his condolences?"

"I've heard about it, too, and I wrote a song with the art troupe."

"Song? What song!"

"I heard it's a war song."

"How do you know so clearly?"

"Sister Lin told me."

When everyone heard it was "Sister Lin", they were immediately convinced.

Gong Xing was very surprised and asked Xia Liyan, who had been his guide these days, only to find out that "Sister Lin" was Guo Baochang's wife.

"Dang, Dang, Dang."

Wei Bi Da knocked on the cup and gave a brief opening speech, which basically meant that on behalf of all the employees of Guixi Factory, he warmly welcomed Fang Yan and Li Cunbao, blah blah.

The welcome party officially began with thunderous applause.

Everyone was a little hesitant and reserved at the beginning.

But after drinking, the atmosphere gradually relaxed.

Everyone was very excited and spoke louder.

They clinked glasses and toasted each other, all of them feeling a little tipsy.

"Teacher Fang, what kind of song did you write for the Guixi Military Region?" The deputy director said with a smile, "We are all very curious. Can we take this opportunity to ask you to sing it for us?"

Everyone present cast their eyes in unison.

It was hard to refuse the invitation, and Fangyan was not shy. He had sung the song several times at the military district's farewell party, so this time was not a big deal.

So they pulled Li Cunbao over, and the two of them stood up, beat the beat in tacit understanding, and started singing.

The song was filled with an indomitable spirit. Gong Xing opened his mouth and stared straight at the passionate dialect.

Some were in trance, some were listening, some were singing along, and some were marveling.

"I didn't expect that Mr. Fang is also a lyricist."

"Wrong, it's the lyricist."

When this was said, the comrades who were engaged in composing music and lyrics at Guixi Factory did not fully agree with it, but no one opposed it either.

The two words have different positions and their status are vastly different.

(End of this chapter)