Military career: Starting with a recruitment letter

Chapter 239 Enemies Meet on a Narrow Road, A Lonely Shadow in the Director's Department at Dawn

For a moment.

Wang Songhe felt utterly desolate. With such an accident during the exercise, not only was his plan to advance further ruined, but his plan to carry Venus on his shoulder was also shattered.

It seems the entire military region will be reorganized, and he will also face demobilization and leaving the army.

"How could this be?"

"What kind of safety awareness campaign is this? Call the military medics right now!!"

Wang Songhe climbed out of the car, his hands trembling.

Just then.

Hundreds of meters away, the veteran reconnaissance soldier, who had been pretending to be a corpse, suddenly sat up and detonated the grenade in his arms.

I have to poop.

This place is too close to the command post, and all the facilities are complete. The accident can only be delayed for a short time. Regimental-level cadres and medics carrying stretchers have already come to check the situation.

If we don't take action soon, we'll be exposed.

There was a loud "boom".

The dozens of cadres around stared blankly, not understanding what was going on.

It was blown up by the "corpse".

They watched in disbelief as the person, whose brains had splattered all over the floor, suddenly sat up. The visual impact was too great, and with the darkness falling, they never expected such a scene to unfold.

"You damned Red Army soldiers, I'll fuck your grandma!!!"

When some officials at the scene realized what was going on, they were so angry they almost jumped up.

The roar hadn't even spread yet.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh.
Dozens of individual rocket launchers were fired at the crowd simultaneously. Two or three hundred meters away, more than eighty veterans from the reconnaissance company launched a surprise attack.

Caught off guard, the nearby Blue Army suffered heavy casualties, with countless tanks and officers being bombarded by rocket launchers.

"Enemy attack!!"

Da da da.
The soldiers of the reconnaissance company were scattered, in squads, and armed with Type 85 submachine guns, opened fire on the crowd.

War is imminent!
After realizing what was happening, the Blue Army soldiers immediately organized a counterattack.

Wang Songhe, who had only taken a few steps after getting off the bus, was also stunned by this sudden turn of events.

But being a division commander, he only paused for a moment before realizing that the incident was likely fake and that the enemy's goal was to disrupt their own camp.

Launch a surprise attack.

"What a vicious brat!"

Wang Songhe, his face grim, was about to turn around, get into his car, and leave.

A grenade was thrown steadily from dozens of meters away into the crowd.

Fortunately, a soldier from the guard battalion nearby reacted quickly and tackled the grenade to the ground.

A muffled "plop" sound came from behind.

The guards were killed in action, but the staff and other personnel around them were not injured or killed.

The division command was originally planning to evacuate, and there weren't many people nearby. Many of the guards were drawn to the battle in the distance.

Therefore, Wang Songhe had very little backup firepower.

"Retreat, retreat quickly!!"

The combat intelligence officer, Lin Yifeng, also realized what was happening. He didn't dare to shout "Cover the division commander's retreat," so he could only use his body to block Wang Songhe and retreat backward.

At this moment.

On the grass not far from them, Liu Hai and Yao Jinghua from the reconnaissance company, carrying submachine guns, rose from the flanks and began firing at the group of people.

A series of muffled sounds rang out.

The few remaining staff officers were killed in action.

The soldiers of the first platoon of the reconnaissance company, as the assault team, were tasked with finding opportunities to advance from other places while the rest of the company drew fire.

Locate the location of the Blue Team's command post.

The grenade we just threw was because Liu Hai saw a group of people gathering here, so he threw one to test it out.

If they were ordinary soldiers, they would definitely be the first to organize a counterattack and would never shout "retreat".

With the keen judgment of the veterans in the reconnaissance company, hearing "retreat" was just as exciting as hearing "escort the emperor."

The two attacked from both sides, keeping their waists low and running wildly.

Lin Yifeng protected the division commander and retreated.

The guards in the distance heard gunshots coming from this direction, and one of the lieutenants turned green with fright.

"Quickly, protect the commander!!"

"Don't be fooled by the Red Army's diversionary fire; protect the division commander."

Upon hearing the noise, countless guards rushed towards Wang Songhe to provide assistance, while bullets rained down on Liu Hai and Yao Jinghua.

"Commander? Commander Wang?"

Liu Hai's eyes lit up when he heard the roar.

Yao Jinghua's blood was boiling. Before setting off, he repeatedly assured Xiucai that when it came to taking down the Blue Army division commander, he would be the first to charge.

This is not only a veteran's achievement, but also a soldier's promise.

The two exchanged a glance and, before the guard battalion's rescue team arrived, they both took a detour to catch up.

However, due to the darkness and the fact that this was the Blue Team's stronghold, Liu Hai had a stronger sense of the overall situation.

He realized that he could hardly achieve anything by fighting alone, so he stopped, took out a signal flare from his bag, and fired it into the air without hesitation.

A red beam of light shot into the sky and exploded with a loud "pop".

Liu Hai deliberately dropped his gun and squatted down to draw some of the enemy troops away from Yao Jinghua.

Old Yao, who was charging forward, panicked when he saw the signal flare rise into the sky.

He knew that once the people behind the flare saw the signal flare or could no longer hear the gunshot, they would immediately transmit the coordinates.

Guide long-range rocket artillery groups to conduct comprehensive bombardment of the entire area.

"There's still a chance! There's still a chance!!"

Old Yao's eyes were bloodshot as he swung his legs and chased after Lin Yifeng in the direction he had just retreated.

Several veterans from the assault team who were nearby also gathered around after seeing the signal flare.

The entire camp was in complete chaos.

Wang Songhe jogged and squeezed into a nearby tent. He never expected that a division commander would be forced to such a state.

Before they could even complete the transfer of their command post, they were blocked by the Red Army inside their own camp.

Wang Songhe knew the commander of the Red Army division very well, and he was well aware that the other party did not have that ability.

The only explanation is that so-called information-based battalion.

"That little rascal, he's got some skills."

Wang Songhe sighed, stood inside the tent listening to the intense gunfire outside, closed his eyes slightly, and took a deep breath.

He remained silent for a long time.

The mission failed at the last minute, and there's not much to say about it. The original layout of the Seventh War Zone was so good that it could almost be said that it laid out a huge net for the Red Army.

We'll just wait for them to crawl in little by little.

Unexpectedly.

A powerful thief suddenly appeared out of nowhere, disrupting the entire strategic plan. It was also my own fault for being careless; I don't know when it started, but my understanding of war had changed.

It has somehow become a fixed, formulaic exchange of blows.

With the battle having progressed to this point, Wang Songhe was no longer so obsessed with the final outcome. The main reason was that whether he won or lost, it would be shameful.

A division and a battalion fought back and forth.

It's not honorable no matter how you look at it.

Leaving aside the past, tonight, in just a few hours, our own siege plan failed, and our own people fought each other for almost fifteen minutes.

The Red Army has disappeared.

The division's direct-command engineer battalion was bombed, and the division command post was infiltrated. Any one of these incidents would make him lose face at the debriefing meeting.

Winning or losing doesn't matter anymore.

Da da da.
The gunfire intensified, and the reconnaissance company's assault team pinned down some of the Blue Army guards who were attempting to come to the rescue from the perimeter.

Old Yao was like a war god, running wildly and breaking through the blockades of several people in succession.

They rushed to the tent where someone was on guard, and with two muffled clicks, they ran out of bullets.

Ignoring everything else, Yao Jinghua wrapped the gun strap around his neck, gripped the barrel tightly with both hands, and used the gun as a close-combat weapon.

Keep charging!

"boom!"

A stray bullet from behind struck Yao Jinghua in the back with a soft "thud," and Yao Jinghua was killed in action.

But victory was within reach. At this point, no matter how many battle wounds were inflicted, even if both legs were severed, as long as one still had the ability to move, one would crawl into the tent.

The two staff officers accompanying the Blue Army division tried to stop Lao Yao, but how could staff officers be a match for an old scout?

He kicked them both over, one after the other.

Yao Jinghua roared and stormed into the tent, but Lin Yifeng held him tightly: "Comrade, according to the exercise regulations, you have already been wounded in battle and cannot fight anymore, otherwise, you will be put in solitary confinement."

"Besides, you're out of bullets."

"Who said that? I have no bullets, but I still have strength, I still have a gun, and I still have an entrenching tool. Let me go."

Yao Jinghua, a man nearing thirty, wept uncontrollably at that moment; he was just a few steps away.

He knew he had no chance, but he was just unwilling to give up.

As long as he entered the tent with a gun, he would gain the honor of beheading the division commander, and also fulfill his promise to the battalion commander.

It was just a few steps away!!!

Now, Wang Songhe is standing five or six meters away from him. Lao Yao had met Commander Wang at the Taishan base and knew him.

"Young man, there will be other opportunities in the future."

Wang Songhe offered a word of advice without any expression. The soldier in front of him was determined to kill him, and he still had to patiently persuade him.

This was also a form of torture for Lao Wang.

"There's no chance anymore. There's no chance like this anymore. I finally managed to get in."

At this moment, several soldiers from the Blue Army's guard battalion rushed into the tent and all aimed at Lao Yao.

"I can't explain this to the scholar. How am I supposed to go back and tell him? I finally managed to get in here."

Yao Jinghua collapsed to the ground, burying his face in his hands and weeping bitterly.

The assault team's mission was to carry out a decapitation strike. They infiltrated and lay in wait for several hours, dodging military dogs and sentries, and only managed to get here after gritting their teeth.

Few can withstand this sense of resentment and disappointment.

Just as Lao Yao was weeping bitterly, a dense barrage of rockets and grenades rained down from the sky.

The explosions were deafening, shaking the ground, and the dust from the explosions instantly filled the entire camp.

An explosion was heard.

Yao Jinghua seemed to come alive, quickly got up, and rushed outside the tent.

As shells rained down from the sky, Lao Yao roared at the heavens, "Command post! Command post! I've spotted the enemy commander! Fire on me!"

"Fire at me!!"

The piercing roar almost drowned out the sound of the explosion.

It's possible that Yao Jinghua's prayers were effective, or perhaps the artillery unit adjusted its position during the second round of firing.

A rocket landed near the tent and exploded with a loud bang. Wang Songhe, Lin Yifeng, and the guards who arrived later were all killed in action.

Seeing this, Lao Yao grinned and lay down on the ground, panting heavily.

Wang Songhe stared at him for a while, and saw that even the soldiers of the information battalion had such a strong obsession with killing him.

He snorted coldly.

Stride away.

What else could they do but leave? Part of the division command was relocated, but the division commander was beheaded, and a large number of staff officers were killed in action.

The command center is basically paralyzed.

Fortunately, tonight is over, and we no longer have to worry about that damned information warfare battalion.

the other side.

Chen Mo was sitting in the command seat, with all the headlights turned on and the engine roaring to life.

He was the only one left in the entire command vehicle.

Leaving the command vehicle exposed in place was the last contribution Chen Mo could make for the Blue Army battalion.

By this time, he had already been discovered by the enemy and had been killed in battle.

Five or six Blue Army soldiers were watching him nearby, but they saw him as just a lieutenant and he made no move to resist.

He looked like a student, the kind of harmless person who posed no threat, so nobody paid him any attention.

The Blue Army soldiers rested nearby, except for firing one shot at the beginning.

Chen Mo was left sitting in the car, slowly munching on compressed biscuits and swallowing them with water from the kettle.

Regarding this result.

Chen Mo wasn't surprised at all, as he was deep in enemy territory, at most forty kilometers away from the command post.

Once the battle begins, if the Blue Team cannot find and destroy the command vehicle immediately...

How incompetent must the opposing team's commander be?
As for whether we suffer casualties or not, it doesn't matter anymore. The entire Blue Army battalion has already reached its limit by holding on until now.

It remains to be seen whether the reconnaissance company's operation was successful.

Chen Mo ate his dry rations while pondering.

It's unclear how much time has passed, but just as dawn was breaking, the public radio inside the command vehicle suddenly reported that the Blue Army Division command post in the Seventh Combat Zone had been attacked.

Division commander killed in action!
Upon hearing the news, Chen Mo, who had been somewhat uncertain, suddenly had a glint in his eyes.

He quickly finished his dry rations, then clapped his hands and got off the vehicle.

"Stop right there! What are you doing?"

The Blue Army soldier who was resting nearby and keeping an eye on him immediately got up and pulled the bolt of his gun in an attempt to threaten him.

Chen Mo was, after all, an officer, even if he was just a lieutenant. Taking him to the prisoner-of-war camp would be considered a minor achievement.

"It's alright, don't be nervous." Chen Mo waved his hand and smiled: "I know about military regulations and the system for managing enemy prisoners of war. But the war isn't over yet, and your prisoner-of-war camps haven't even started being built."

"Don't worry, I'm not running away, and I have nowhere to run."

"Do you smoke?"

Chen Mo was in a great mood, and even the Blue Team members seemed exceptionally adorable to him.

He took out cigarettes from his pocket, smoked one himself, and threw the rest to the nearby soldiers.

"Then don't wander off. Our company commander said to keep an eye on you and wait for further instructions."

The saying goes, "He who eats another's food is bound to him; he who takes another's money is bound to him." Seeing that this official was so easy to talk to...

The Blue Army soldiers didn't know what to say, so they awkwardly put away their guns and took turns handing out cigarettes.

It wasn't that the Blue Team was strictly managed, nor were these soldiers deliberately causing trouble.

Instead, according to military regulations and the prisoner-of-war camp management system, once someone was eliminated, they had to be strictly guarded, and when detained in enemy units, officers and soldiers had to be separated.

The location for detention should be independent and far from major areas.

The eliminated officers and soldiers, unless the directorate assigns them other tasks, will be treated like they are in solitary confinement. They will be fed at fixed times and in fixed quantities, and they will have to report when they go to the toilet. They will also have to sleep and wake up at fixed times and in fixed places.

Feeling uncomfortable?
If you feel bad, don't get eliminated. This was set by the General Staff to embarrass those who are eliminated.

Let alone Chen Mo, even someone at Wang Songhe's level would receive the same treatment if they were eliminated.

If the entire information battalion is lost in this operation and there is no way to detain the Blue Army, the directing staff will notify the Red Army in the same area to send someone to detain them.

And no one dared to cause trouble, because causing trouble would be a violation of the exercise regulations.

The punishment will be very severe.

Chen Mo smoking is only acceptable because the war isn't over yet; otherwise, he would really need to ask for permission.

As the distant sounds of artillery fire gradually subsided, Chen Mo closed his eyes, lay on the sand, and felt an overwhelming sense of comfort.

He knew the gunfire had subsided.

This means that the main force of the Blue Army on the southern front has been crippled, and the Red Army's offensive has begun to gradually contract.

The two air force aviation divisions had already withdrawn, and neither side would gain a significant advantage in nighttime combat, so they wouldn't engage in a prolonged battle.

I don't know how long I lay there.

Anyway, it was already broad daylight, and the sand beneath them was starting to get slightly warm.

In the distance, the rumbling of helicopter rotors could be heard.

A Z-8 helicopter, exclusively used by the director's office, slowly landed.

Zhang Baolin, the referee for the exercise, got off the plane with dark circles under his eyes and a tired expression.

Looking up and around, I saw Chen Mo lying comfortably on the sand, fast asleep.

Zhang Baolin was so angry his nose almost crooked.

Damn it, throughout the entire second half of the night, the information battalion opened up multiple battlefields, and he, as the accompanying referee, was busy running around doing everything.

This guy was supposed to be helping the observers record the results of the exercise, but instead, he just fell asleep.

"Battalion Commander Chen!!"

"Wake up and come with me to the 184th Regiment. The commander has arranged a separate place for you to stay."

Zhang Baolin shouted loudly, and the Blue Army soldiers on guard nearby stared blankly as a major from the director's office came over.

Shout "Battalion Commander!" here.

The Blue Army soldiers exchanged glances, and one of the sergeants quickly stood up, ran to Zhang Baolin, stood at attention, and saluted: "Greetings, Commander!"

"Reporting to the commander, we don't have a battalion commander here, we've only captured a lieutenant."

"Nonsense, your Blue Army has been fighting the Red Army's information battalion for days, and you don't even know who the Red Army's battalion commander is?"

Zhang Baolin rolled his eyes in annoyance, took out the identification issued by the director's department from his pocket, showed it to the Blue Army squad leader, and continued, "I'm taking this person with me."

"Also, which organization do you belong to?"

"The main force of the nearby Blue Army has been scattered, and Division Commander Wang has also been killed in action. You should go find your respective companies and wait for further arrangements."

When Chen Mo learned that he didn't have to go to the POW camp, he chuckled, stood up, and waved to the nearby Blue Army soldiers: "Thank you for taking care of me, squad leaders."

"Let's meet again sometime."

After saying that, Chen Mo boarded the Z-8 helicopter without looking back. As for the tanks left behind and the other soldiers in the battalion, they would be counted and regrouped by a designated person.

Once he went to the directing department, these things were no longer his concern.

Until the helicopter took off.

The Blue Army soldiers who remained in place were still completely bewildered. After a long while, they still couldn't even see a trace of the helicopter.

One of the soldiers swallowed hard and said, "Squad leader, that kid who looked like a student officer just now, is that the Red Army battalion commander that our company commander scolds every day?"

"Wow, a lieutenant is a battalion commander?"

"You don't know anything!" the squad leader retorted, his neck stiff. "I only told you not to make things difficult for him because I could tell he wasn't an ordinary cadre."

"I never expected him to be a battalion commander, damn it."

The veteran cursed angrily, regretting his actions immensely. How could he have seen anything unusual?

The reason he said that was purely to save face in front of the soldiers he led.

If he had known that the student officer was the same Red Army battalion commander that the company commander cursed all the time, he would have taken him away no matter what.

This mess is so bad that even the Red Army cadre whom the division commander was reportedly interested in didn't recognize him.

Isn't that infuriating?
Around 7 a.m. on the 12th.

Chen Mo returned to the 184th Regiment's base, which was also the location of the director's office.

Last time I came here, I took dozens of aluminum lunchboxes from the cafeteria, and I haven't returned them yet.

Chen Mo felt embarrassed to go to the cafeteria for meals again.

With the entire information battalion wiped out, Zhang Baolin, the accompanying staff officer, naturally had nothing to do.

Both of them were waiting for further arrangements from above, so they decided to discuss it together.

After running to the duty room to inquire about the accommodation arrangements, I received a new quilt.

I walked towards the dormitory.

Chen Mo ate his fill late at night. Whether he ate breakfast or not didn't matter, since the cafeteria was open 24 hours a day and it was never too late to go.

The 184th Regiment's camp was quite large, and the two of them wandered around for quite a while before finally finding the dormitory building that had been specially arranged for the personnel of this exercise.

As the saying goes, "Enemies often meet on narrow roads; if they weren't enemies, they'd never run into each other."

Chen Mo had just entered the stairwell with his bedding, preparing to go upstairs when...

They ran into Wang Songhe coming down from upstairs.

The two looked at each other.

Chen Mo's heart skipped a beat. His intuition told him that something was wrong. Damn it, how could it be such a coincidence?

How did I run into this old man here?
Wang Songhe was also taken aback, but then his eyes almost spit fire.

"You son of a bitch, I've run into you here."

Old Wang rolled up his sleeves and strode downstairs. Even setting aside his status as a division commander, Wang Songhe was still a veteran of the field army.

He was promoted from the grassroots level and is in his prime!
When they get angry, it's no joke.

Chen Mo was startled by this scene. With a "whoosh," he shoved the bedding into Zhang Baolin's hands and ran away.

It was a little after 7 a.m., the peak time for many people in the directing department to have breakfast.

There were at least a hundred people.

He could only watch helplessly as a senior colonel in his forties angrily cursed the lieutenant running ahead like a whirlwind.

This strange scene has become the most peculiar sight in the 184th Regiment.

"Goodness, what grudge do you have that you're chasing after me like this?"

One of the staff officers murmured in disbelief.

Chen Mo was also helpless. He didn't dare to stop even when he heard the comments, and ran as fast as he could.

His aloof figure even drew applause and cheers from a small group.

This made Old Wang even tremble with anger.

He had made up his mind that he had to beat this brat up today, otherwise he wouldn't be able to get rid of this anger.