A generation of soldiers begins with Feng Yuxiu traveling through time and space with Xu Sanduo

Chapter 189 Yuan Lang's Conversation

The place for eating is the canteen of the 702nd Regiment Headquarters.

This was a special treatment specially given by Yuan Lang, who holds the rank of lieutenant colonel.

Several people sat in a private room reserved for the leader, and the table was filled with exquisite dishes.

"Chief, please wait a moment."

Chengcai rolled his eyes and ran out immediately.

When he came back again, he had two bottles of white wine in his hands.

"What are you doing? Are you planning to sit at the same table with me?" Yuan Lang said with a surprised smile.

Chengcai bit open the bottle cap without saying anything, "Commander, this is the last time I'm leaving the 702nd Regiment. Even if I go to Old A, I may not be able to drink."

Wu Liuyi suddenly frowned and looked at Chengcai deeply.

He understood Chengcai's little thoughts.

In the north, there is a culture of drinking. No matter how badly they get along before drinking, once they have had three rounds of drinks and things get better, the father-in-law becomes a brother who pats the shoulder.

Many big problems have turned into table-slamming decisions after drinking.

When your face turns red, it means that the matter is done.

Just like in the 7th Steel Company, Chengcai used the cigarettes he exchanged for his allowance to buy favors.

At this moment, he planned to do the same thing and use white wine to make friends with the lieutenant colonel deputy captain.

Success is always like this. Put the word "smart" in your eyes, stare at it, observe it, and then walk up to it happily and humbly talk to it.

Wu Liuyi and Feng Yuxiu looked at each other and a faint smile appeared on their faces.

They were also observing what kind of person this deputy captain of the Old A Special Brigade was.

After three rounds of drinks, Chengcai gradually lost his reserve.

"Chief, where is our base? Is it far from 702?"

Yuan Lang picked up a piece of braised beef with chopsticks, put it into his mouth, chewed it slowly, and kept the audience in suspense.

Chengcai looked at it eagerly with an itchy heart.

After swallowing the last morsel, Yuan Lang spoke, "It's a secret for now. I can only give you a sneak peek. It's very close to the capital."

Chengcai was so happy that he almost jumped up. "The capital is so close? Does that mean I also have a chance to defend Beijing?"

Yuan Lang glanced at him and smiled, "Do you really want to go to Beijing?"

"Of course!" Yuan Lang looked at Feng Yuxiu and Wu Liuyi. "To be honest, they always say we're defending the capital, but on the border defense map, there's no trace of Beijing. I've never even been to Tiananmen Square in my life."

Yuan Lang looked at this non-commissioned officer who always wanted to show off but overdid it.

So he set his eyes on the calm Wu Liuyi.

Feeling Yuan Lang's gaze, Wu Liu kept his waist raised, "Commander, when do we set off?"

"What? Are you impatient?" Yuan Lang smiled mysteriously and lowered his voice slightly. "Let me tell you again, ours is probably one of the few troops in China that is constantly involved in actual combat. We fight drug trafficking and major criminal cases. If the police can't solve the problem, they come to us, and we're thrown out of the helicopter, and then the problem is solved."

Feng Yuxiu's eyes finally showed a hint of interest.

Is this challenging? Conventional training can no longer satisfy him.

Not enough improvement for him.

Even for special forces like Lao A, the training doesn't do much to improve the physical condition.

Chengcai was frightened, as he had never imagined actual combat.

What he fantasized about was patrolling Tiananmen Square in goose step and defending the capital.

Wu Liuyi spoke cautiously, "What do you mean by actual combat?" Yuan Lang grinned and gestured with his hands, "To kill someone, aim for the center of the forehead and slash the skull. Slash the neck with one blow, and empty the magazine towards the heart."

In an instant, Wu Liuyi and Chengcai's faces turned pale.

What Yuan Lang described was too scary, and they thought Yuan Lang must be trying to scare them.

But looking at the seriousness and solemnity on his face, they both understood that this was true.

The lieutenant colonel never jokes.

He would disdain some basic jokes or things like scaring others.

Chengcai swallowed his saliva, still feeling a little flustered. He picked up the wine glass on the table and took a sip. "Have you ever killed anyone?"

Both of them stared at Yuan Lang in a daze.

Yuen Long picked up another piece of blood sausage with his chopsticks, put it in his mouth, chewed it with a crunching sound, and answered casually, "Yeah, I killed people. I used to kill people all the time. When I was in a bad mood, I would just shoot the criminals with a machine gun."

This statement was a boast, Chengcai realized.

Yuan Lang put down his chopsticks when he saw the two men's gazes. He then rolled up his sleeves and showed them a scar on his arm. "See this? It was caused by an M16A2 SS109 bullet. It's a penetrating wound. Luckily, it didn't hit the bone. The medic ran a cotton ball from one end to the other to disinfect it. It was so painful."

Chengcai slowly lowered his head. He finally understood and surrendered inwardly. The man before him was a real, ruthless man who had experienced modern warfare.

Perhaps he is a soldier who has experienced serious small-scale battles.

Wu Liuyi suddenly felt that his previous hard training was ridiculous, extremely ridiculous.

While others were fighting modern battles on the border, he was still gritting his teeth on the training ground.

But the problem is that his training is useless, at least that's what it seems now.

That's what he was supposed to be like, right? He lost all his confidence.

Only Feng Yuxiu looked at Yuan Lang with interest. From the first time he saw this lieutenant colonel, he felt the murderous aura from Yuan Lang.

Not heavy, but very fast.

This lieutenant colonel is not just a civilian who only knows how to command and manage operations.

He really had something in his hand.

Wu Liuyi felt that he couldn't be intimidated like this, so he asked carefully, "M16? When did we start fighting the US military?"

Chengcai also realized that this type of single-hole rifle is not used by domestic troops.

Yuan Lang laughed and said, "Is it necessary? The drug trafficking caravans on the border are all equipped with American equipment. The firepower of their equipment is so strong, it shoots like a woven net, swish, swish, swish. It's very powerful."

When saying this, Yuan Lang spoke with a northeastern accent.

Chengcai then dared not ask another question, fearing that the lieutenant colonel would twist his neck.

Yuan Lang smiled, took another sip of wine, and said, "This is a toast to celebrate your success, but first, I have to say that before you pass the next test, you are not considered Old A... That's what you all call them behind their backs, right?"

Chengcai corrected him: "We call him Stinky Old A."

"Oh yeah, that old A is your regimental commander and that... Captain Gao, now Deputy Battalion Commander Gao. They often call him that."

Yuan Lang was in a particularly open-minded mood, and he said these words specifically to these three non-commissioned officers.

This might be the last time he would have such a close conversation with these soldiers. Once he joined the special forces, he would not be so friendly.

And he is usually a good way to observe emotions during conversations.

For example, he could tell at a glance that the talented man in front of him was very cunning, with a shrewd and calculating look in his eyes.

Wu Liuyi, pretty average.

Feng Yuxiu... Yuan Lang smiled.

(End of this chapter)