He is two meters and five centimeters tall. Who made him a soldier?

"No! Qinglong, are you really going?"

"Hey! Qinglong, come back!"

There was no time for everyone to stop him. Lu Qinglong was too fast. The moment he jumped off the speedboat, the entire speedboat almost capsized due to the uneven weight distribution of the people on board.

"No, is Lu Qinglong so crazy? Did he really say he was going to beat someone up? Did he really go and beat someone up?"

"So what now? Do we go after him?"

The instructor asked with a slightly strange expression, looking at the sea level that had disappeared.

Isn't it true that platoon leader Lu Qinglong is a bit impulsive in his actions?
He's usually quite nice, why is he so reckless now that something like this has happened?
"Useless instructor, Lu Qinglong can dive underwater for ten minutes without taking a breath."

"We can't catch up with him. Judging from his attitude, he is determined to beat up that arrogant guy today. No one can stop him, not even Xue Daochao and I."

Ji Baichang spread his hands helplessly. Lu Qinglong was usually a good person, but if anyone provoked him, there would definitely be no good ending.

"How about this, you guys go back on other speedboats, I'll wait here for Lu Qinglong to come back, he'll have to have someone to pick them up, right?"

"Instructor, take all the veterans in the company with you. After you get ashore, wait for me and Lu Qinglong on the shore."

The company commander Zhou You started giving orders. The instructor obviously wanted to say something, but he saw that Zhou You's condition was obviously not very stable, and the other three platoon leaders below were all listening to Zhou You's orders.

So he followed the other three platoon leaders, boarded another speedboat, and left the sea.

Lu Qinglong dived into the sea, his body as agile as a flying fish, freely shuttling through the ocean.

The diving depth was maintained at 30 meters below the sea. He swam for eight minutes in one breath and managed to reach the shore again.

After getting ashore, Lu Qinglong immediately began to prepare to carry out his plan.

The first target was the Marines guarding the patrol ship.

Perhaps they were too confident in themselves and thought that since they were the attackers, no one would suddenly attack them.

So they left two people on the patrol ship. Both of them were first-term petty officers. They sat on the deck, smoking and chatting.

If the mobile phones were not collected during the exercise, Lu Qinglong would have suspected that these two people were bound to play mobile games on the deck for a while.

The two of them were not alert at all, they were smoking, daydreaming and bragging.

When Lu Qinglong climbed up from the smooth hull at the side, the two men didn't notice at all.

It was not until Lu Qinglong appeared behind them, blocking the sunlight for them, that they turned their heads in confusion.

"What the hell! It's a ghost!"

One of them subconsciously wanted to grab the gun beside him, but Lu Qinglong was faster than him and hit the other person on the shoulder with a knife.

The terrifying force knocked him unconscious on the spot.

Another first-term sergeant reacted very quickly and rushed forward immediately, trying to distance himself from Lu Qinglong and touch the walkie-talkie on the table.

But unfortunately, although he was very fast, Lu Qinglong was in a standing position, and his explosive power was even more terrifying. He used another hand knife to chop at the same position.

The first-term non-commissioned officer was hit directly from behind by Lu Qinglong and fell heavily to the ground, then fainted.

"So fragile? I thought it could withstand a few more hits."

"These Marines aren't that great."

Lu Qinglong couldn't help but mutter something, then he walked forward, picked up the walkie-talkie on the table, and pinned it to the buckle on his lower back.

After doing all this, the figure had reached the edge of the deck and suddenly leaped forward. The huge figure flew forward nearly three meters away and finally landed heavily on the beach four meters above the deck.

He held back his strength just now. If he hadn't, he would have killed them all.

If it was just to teach them a lesson, then Lu Qinglong planned to, at least in this exercise, let these Marines fail to achieve their wish.

As for the acting rules, Lu Qinglong had no intention of paying any attention to them.

At worst, you can just wait for punishment afterwards. Do you have the guts to expel yourself from the military?
He had already thought of the worst-case scenario. At most, he would only hinder the exercise and would be subject to a disciplinary action. In comparison, Lu Qinglong felt great to be able to vent his anger.

At this time, the two companies of the Marine Corps were not clear about what was happening in the rear, and they were still advancing in an orderly manner:
"First row, take down the hill in front. Second row provide cover fire. Third and fourth rows will outflank from the left and right wings."

When it comes to landing operations from behind an island, they are so good at it that they can do it with their eyes closed.

Not only their commanders, but also the veterans under the company are the same. Even if the current command disappears, they can still launch effective offensives for the combat units through their classes.

In addition, their number was as large as two companies, while there was only one company defending the rear.

This company had lost one platoon in a previous fight with the special reconnaissance company, leaving only three platoons, which gave them an opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

It also made their offensive easier and more enjoyable.

"Captain, I have lost contact with Chen Wu. I don't know what these two are doing. They haven't reported to us yet."

The veteran in charge of communications spoke to the company commander with some hesitation in his tone.

These two people were members of his class. Logically speaking, they should not make such a low-level mistake. After all, this was an exercise, and exercises were full of tricks.
It will be criticized no matter where it is placed.

"Hmm? These two are so lax. Although watching the patrol ship is not an important matter, they are too lax, aren't they?"

"Don't you want to stay on the team this year?"

"Forget it, go back and educate these two people."

The company commander thought about it and felt that the two men's desertion was not a big deal. It was just the first round of a simulation exercise, so he didn't take it seriously.

The veterans will soon face retirement in September. These two have been soldiers for five years, and judging from their expressions, it seems that they don't want to stay in the army.

After this simulation exercise is over, it will be necessary to have a chat with these two people so as not to delay such an important event as the exercise. If something goes wrong, their superiors will be very dissatisfied with them.

In short, at least in this exercise, this multi-service coordinated operation, their Marine Corps must not make any mistakes.

"Okay company commander."

"Captain, we have already captured the enemy's Hill No. 1! We can also attack Hill No. 2 and Hill No. 3 next to it!"

The somewhat excited voice of the communicator came from the headset.

The capture of Hill No. 1 meant that they would be able to attack Huanglong with unstoppable force, and there would be no guards in the rear that could hinder them.

Soon they will advance smoothly until they join up with the front-line troops and launch a devastating attack on targets on the island.

All in all this is very good news. "Huh? So fast, today went really smoothly."

The company commander also smiled, and then gave the order:
"Keep pushing forward and quickly take down Hills 2 and 3."

Today we really have to thank the cannon fodder company for their help, otherwise they would not have been able to attack the rear so quickly.

From the time they landed, it took less than ten minutes in total to take everything down.

If this had happened under normal circumstances, they would have lost an equal number of troops as the enemy at least in the first wave, and it would have also taken a lot more time.

"Am I a little too hasty to just drive away such a useful cannon fodder?"

"Forget it. They are useless. They don't follow orders and have no experience in this area. Do they think they can do it? This company will only be a nuisance if it stays here."

The company commander thought about it and finally decided not to take the special reconnaissance company seriously.

"Captain! Something has happened. It seems that no one in the fourth platoon can be contacted."

A first-term non-commissioned officer who looked like a communicator ran to the company commander, panting, and reported to him.

"What the hell? Are you kidding me? The Fourth Platoon is not responsible for the attack mission on Hill 2 and Hill 3, so how come you can't get in touch?"

"Tell me everything in detail from beginning to end."

When the company commander heard this, he frowned and asked sternly.

Four rows was their conservative approach, meaning they were stationed right at their rear end. There were three classes in total, and each class was separated by several dozen meters.

But weren't the enemies in the open all in front of them? They were just guarding the rear, could there be some remaining enemies attacking them from behind?
That's impossible!

That's a whole platoon of people. If they were attacked, wouldn't they report to their superiors using headphones?

What on earth was going on? How did an entire platoon of contacts disappear without a trace?
"Captain! I started by asking each platoon and class to report the number of people to me as usual. After the third platoon finished reporting, I waited for the fourth platoon to report to me."

"But as for the fourth row, I waited for a minute but got no news. I called them several times."

"Then I felt something was wrong, so I asked someone to find the location of the fourth row, but the people I sent over also lost contact!"

"Captain, there can't be a ghost here! Otherwise, how could it become like this!"

When the correspondent said this, his voice was already shaking unconsciously, as if he had imagined a very terrifying scene in his mind.

"Nonsense! We have scouted this fucking island so many times, and there's not even a single large animal. There must have been a communication error! How could there be a supernatural event?"

As soon as the communicator's words came out, he was severely criticized by the company commander.

"Captain, but that doesn't explain why everyone in the fourth platoon seems to have lost contact!"

The company commander didn't say anything, but just held down the headset:

"Everyone, continue the attack on Hill 2 and Hill 3, and after you take them, reunite at Hill 1."

Since something went wrong with the fourth row, let's put their attack on hold for now and get the fourth row's issues sorted out first.

He hadn't originally thought of anything like a supernatural event, but the words of the correspondent just now made him feel a little uneasy.

"Okay, go back. If there is anything else, just keep telling me."

The company commander waved his hand.

In fact, in their small-scale special operations, there is only one squad of people protecting him, and the company commander alone can command the overall situation.

Not to mention that behind him, there was an instructor sitting in the command vehicle on the other side, looking at the screen and giving them remote commands.

"Captain of the First Company, what's the situation with your fourth platoon? Why is everyone's position information unchanged?"

Just after the company commander drove away the communicator, he heard the instructor's voice through his headphones.

This immediately made the captain feel a little uneasy, so he could only bite the bullet and answer:
"Instructor, my communications officer just reported to me that he has lost contact with the fourth platoon."

"I just focused on commanding the attack on Hill No. 1. I suspect there are still enemies in the rear that have not been cleared out. After taking Hill No. 2 and Hill No. 3, I plan to carry out the final cleanup of the rear areas."

The company commander could only make excuses in this way, mainly because he was a little confused by the whole matter.

"Impossible! Even after they are eliminated, the beacons on their bodies will turn red! From what I see here, they are all green. Hurry up and take people to check what's going on."

"Leave the command to the captain of the second company. Hill No. 1 has been captured anyway, so don't let anything go wrong."

"Okay, instructor. I'll take someone over to take a look right away."

The company commander had no choice but to answer.

After finishing the conversation with the instructor, the company commander immediately began to order the recall of the three platoons closest to him.

There are three intact classes in the third row, plus a class next to him, a total of four classes of troops. If they still can't solve this weird thing, he will doubt whether there are really such things as ghosts in the world.

"Third Platoon Leader, please reply if you get it."

The first company commander held down the headset and waited quietly for the third platoon's response.

But he waited for a long time and no reply came.

"what's the situation?"

Suddenly, a bad premonition came to his mind.

The company commander continued to ask three times, but still got no answer.

"No! There's no news about the third row either?"

"First row! Second row! Answer received!"

He was getting a little anxious, and after trying to call the first and second rows to no avail, he couldn't help but imagine a horrifying scene in his mind.

Could it be that as the correspondent just said, they had encountered something strange? !

"Captain! Run!"

Outside the portable tent, an old soldier's shout was suddenly heard, and then the surroundings fell into deathly silence.

The company commander looked out of the tent with fear in his eyes. (End of this chapter)