In name only: In the name of Zhao Mengsheng's son!

A few months later, Zhao Miao and Zhang Cheng were officially assigned to the company. They were assigned to the same squad, the same squad of the old squad leader. Only the old squad leader could keep them in check. The old squad leader said, "If you beat him, you can do whatever you want." Who was the old squad leader? He used to be the number one in the group army's competition. When Zhao Miao and Zhang Cheng went up together, they were subdued one by one by the old squad leader and never dared to mess with him again!

The special-supply cigarettes and alcohol are gone, and even if we have cigarettes, we can't smoke them. The altitude here is so high that cigarettes don't burn completely, it's like smoking fake cigarettes. They all want to go somewhere to get some e-cigarettes! The traditionalists really have no way out on the plateau!

Forget about the alcohol. If they drink, the old sergeant will make an example of them. The old sergeant is ruthless. They can't beat him, and they can't even beat him in cross-country running. Isn't this old Deng already over fifty? Damn it, how come he's still so strong!

So Zhao Miao and Zhang Cheng, having suffered in the recruit company, were preparing to vent their anger on Ah San. They all wore brass knuckles in their gloves. Zhao Miao even managed to get a stick used for making beef balls in Chaoshan, which he tied to a wooden stick. He felt incredibly powerful and asked the old sergeant to get him a horse so he could charge in and wreak havoc!

The old sergeant thought it made sense. "Damn, young people are quick-witted. If we can't use guns and grenades, those modern weapons, then let's use our obsolete cavalry! How great! Let's charge and kill these damn Indians!"

The old sergeant immediately contacted the army commander, who said he would get on it right away: create a secret weapon, form a 50-man cavalry unit, pretend to be Tang, feign a retreat, and outmaneuver the Indians! Capture dozens of them!

The army commander is indeed a commander; he's even brought out his military strategy!

Zhang Cheng, however, didn't have such thoughts. He took out a Guan Yu broadsword, the kind that wasn't sharpened. If this were to stab someone in the chest, it would break at least a few ribs. If it were paired with a horse, it would be like a horse trampling an Indian!

Then the army started recruiting soldiers who could ride horses. Except for Zhao Miao, they were all from Inner Mongolia and Xinjiang. Now Zhao Miao became the captain of the horse team. For others, riding horses was a daily routine and they had learned to ride them since childhood, but for Zhao Miao, it was a hobby. He dared to ride the wild horses that even other Mongolians dared not ride. He had a natural interest in horses!

So the unit had fifty cavalrymen ambush on a hillside, with Zhang Cheng on guard duty. To be honest, the old sergeant still didn't dare let these two young masters charge to the front. What if they fell? How could he explain it to his old commander? The cavalrymen were fine, but Zhao Miao was at the very back, since he was at the very back. Zhang Cheng couldn't ride a horse, so he could only go and keep watch!

Then the conflict with the Indians started. After a few exchanges, they ran away. The Indians were dumbfounded. What was going on? Were we that strong? Weren't you guys the ones who used to dominate us?

But if you run away, then we definitely have to chase after you; they want to take prisoners too! They all yelled and started the chase!

Then Zhang Cheng saw through his binoculars that the several hundred Indians were charging towards him, and he quickly waved to the cavalry behind him!

Zhao Miao was assigned to the back, which he was very unhappy about. He felt that as the cavalry captain, how could he be at the back? However, he couldn't beat the old sergeant, so he could only obey orders! But Zhao Miao didn't care. With his riding skills, he was sure he could outrun these people.

Zhao Miao also had the old squad leader bring over thirty military dogs. These military dogs were designed to recognize only clothes and not people. The cavalry would first break up their formation, then the military dogs would separate them again, and then the infantry would take their turn!

The young cavalrymen were very excited. They had horses! Hehe, using horses in melee combat was going to be a crushing victory!

The Indian commander was initially very excited, but suddenly noticed that the people he was chasing had stopped and were looking at them with amusement.

Then we heard the sound of horses' hooves!

"My hair!"

The Indians were shocked and stood there dumbfounded. Then they were whipped with big sticks, knocking down more than a dozen people in one go. Many more were knocked to the ground by horses.

After the cavalry charged back and forth twice, they heard another barking sound. Wait, buddy?

We usually just do boxing, but you're acting like a horse and a dog here. Are we Japanese?

Our officers and soldiers declared, "You have invaded our land. What's the difference between you and the Japanese? We're here to beat you Indians! We won't let you off so easily unless we leave a few of you dead!"

Then the infantry began to suppress them. Each of them was a boxing expert. The Indians were already overwhelmed and had no morale left. They had no concept of never abandoning or giving up. Those who were not injured had already run away, leaving more than a dozen Indians lying on the ground!

The old squad leader sneered and kicked over an Indian man who was kneeling and begging for mercy. His subordinates, Zhao Miao and Zhang Cheng, followed suit and kicked people too!

Zhang Cheng even wanted to use his Guan Yu broadsword, saying it was for sacrificial purposes! Luckily, the old squad leader stopped him. "How can you be so reckless? You have a penchant for beheadings? Aren't you a scholar? Did you get into Tsinghua University? How come you're so temperamental?"

Zhang Cheng said that he had been good at pretending in Beijing before. He had a violent heart, but he was more rational than violent. The military was a purely violent institution. Now that he doesn't have to suppress anything, he naturally stopped pretending.

Zhao Miao was no exception; he also tried to hit Zhao Miao on the head with the meat mallet, but the old squad leader stopped him, saying, "Our army treats prisoners of war well!"

Zhao Miao said, "Do you really think I was a model student in school? Now that I have the right to use violence legally, how could I not want to use violence a little more!"

Finally, this group of defeated soldiers helped each other back home. Behind them, Zhao Miao and Zhang Cheng kicked their butts while cursing them in English. As expected of Tsinghua University students, their English was very standard. The Indians couldn't lift their heads and kept them hanging their heads! Actually, they couldn't understand Zhao Miao and Zhang Cheng's Chinglish; their English was curry!

"Why don't we just chop them up? They're occupying our land and acting so arrogantly!"

Zhao Miao asked the old squad leader a question, and the old squad leader glanced at him and shook his head!

"What we need is balance, not slaughter. They've already paid the price today; they haven't dared to provoke us again for a while. That's enough. If we really killed those three hundred people, a real war might break out. Although we're not afraid of a war, our most important task right now isn't here, but across the strait!"

Zhao Miao nodded as if he understood, but didn't say anything more. After watching the Indian man take away their wounded, the group of people who were left on guard duty also returned to their camp.

(This is the second chapter. Happy New Year everyone!)