I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

"The exercise is about to begin."

"Our mission this time is to infiltrate the rear of the Fierce Tiger Detachment."

"After entering enemy territory, it's inevitable that we'll capture a few prisoners."

"What if they're stubborn and refuse to disclose any information?"

Lin Xiao looked at him.

"so what?"

Wu Hanfeng raised the pig needle in his hand.

He said seriously, "So I plan to bring this with me."

"After capturing the prisoners, take out the needles first."

"Ask a good question."

"If you're willing to confess, then so be it."

"If you're unwilling to confess..."

He flicked the syringe lightly.

"Give them a shot."

"I promise to confess everything, from my name, job title, and workplace, down to how many bowls of rice I ate last night!"

The surroundings fell silent instantly.

Liu Zhen's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Wu Hanfeng!"

"The rules of the exercise forbid the mistreatment of prisoners!"

Wu Hanfeng said in a serious tone, "Captain Liu, you've misunderstood."

"How could I possibly mistreat my own troops?"

"This is battlefield medical care."

Liu Zhen pointed to the pig needle.

"You call this medical assistance?"

"After being captured, prisoners are under great stress and are likely to experience low blood sugar, weakness in the limbs, and temporary impairment of speech."

Wu Hanfeng's expression was serious.

"I used acupuncture to help them recover their physical condition."

"I'd like to ask you for some information."

"Is there a problem?"

Liu Zhen: "..."

This is a huge problem!

The problem is bigger than a pinhead!

Zhao Yihang stroked his chin, seemingly lost in thought.

"Brother Feng, this method seems to actually work."

Qian Kun nodded.

"Don't even mention the thorn."

"Just take out this needle, and I'll confess anything."

Ma Teng glanced at him.

"You are the Blue Team."

"What are you going to confess?"

"I can admit I don't know."

Hao Qiang's face was filled with despair.

"Is that the main point?"

"The key question is whether we're going to conduct an exercise or a special interrogation tomorrow?"

Sun Dawei stared at the needle.

"I'm a little worried about the people in the Fierce Tigers squad."

Zhao Yihang asked, "Are you worried they can't beat us?"

"No."

Sun Dawei shook his head.

"I'm worried they'll be too stubborn after they're arrested."

Everyone fell silent again.

indeed.

The members of the Fierce Tiger Special Forces Squadron are all tough guys.

Conventional interrogation methods are mostly ineffective in getting them to talk.

But even the toughest bones meet the toughest needles...

It's really hard to say who's tougher.

Lin Xiao looked at Wu Hanfeng with a strange expression.

"Are you really going to bring this into the training ground?"

"certainly."

"Could you give me a few more needles?"

Lin Xiao pondered for a moment.

"I can prepare spare needles for you."

"But it can only be used on the buttocks; other areas are out of the question!"

"clear."

Wu Hanfeng agreed very readily.

Lin Xiao looked at him.

"You agreed so readily, but I'm actually a little worried."

"I was just trying to scare them."

Do you understand psychological warfare?

"Sometimes you don't need to actually prick someone."

"Take it out and shake it a couple of times, and the other person will tell you themselves."

Lin Xiao thought for a moment.

"That makes some sense."

Liu Zhen asked anxiously, "What makes that sense?"

He carried a pig needle with him.

One was preparing to interrogate the prisoners with a pig needle.

You two actually started exchanging experiences?

If we continue this conversation, are we planning to set up a dedicated battlefield injection team?

Wang Erniu stood to the side, looking at the pig needle and then at the direction of the Red Army.

Suddenly, he sighed, "Those guys in the Fierce Tigers Detachment are pretty pitiful too."

"Last time, the squad leader checked my notebook."

"This time, the squad leader is going to interrogate me with a needle again."

"It's the same as an inspection."

"The equipment has been upgraded."

Liu Zhen, Zhao Yihang, Qian Kun, Ma Teng, Sun Dawei, Hao Qiang, and others all turned to look in the direction of the Red Army's encampment.

A few kilometers away.

One hundred members of the Fierce Tiger Special Forces Squadron are eager to take revenge on Wu Hanfeng on the training field.

They probably never dreamed of this.

I spent the whole night preparing my tactical gear.

However, Wu Hanfeng added a special piece of equipment at the last minute before the exercise began.

A pig needle with a tip as thick as a small javelin.

This moment.

The same thought suddenly occurred to everyone in the Peak Assault Team.

Whether the Fierce Tigers can successfully avenge their defeat remains to be seen.

But once they are captured by Wu Hanfeng...

I might feel even more like crying than when my home was raided last time.

…………

It was exactly six o'clock in the morning.

As a red signal flare rose into the sky, the director's voice came through almost simultaneously on all radios in the exercise area.

"The combat exercise has officially begun!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Hanfeng suddenly waved his hand from the rear flank of the Blue Army's position.

"Peak Assault Team!"

"Set off!"

Zhao Yihang, Qian Kun, Ma Teng, Sun Dawei, and Hao Qiang all whispered in unison.

"yes!"

The next second, Wu Hanfeng, carrying his gear and rifle, rushed out into the woods on the flank of the position.

"Brother Feng!"

As Qian Kun ran, he shouted in a low voice, "This is an infiltration behind enemy lines, not a 100-meter final!"

Wu Hanfeng's calm voice came from ahead.

"I know."

"Knowing that, why did you still run so fast?"

"Once the exercise begins, the Red Army's reconnaissance forces will certainly spread out rapidly."

"Every minute we run now will save us half an hour of crawling through the bushes later."

Qian Kun thought this statement made a lot of sense.

I just don't quite agree with the leg issue.

Ma Teng, carrying the radio on his back, ran until he was out of breath.

"Squad leader, could you slow down a little?"

"I even have a radio on my back!"

Wu Hanfeng didn't even turn his head.

"I have more on my back than you."

Ma Teng glanced at Wu Hanfeng's bulging backpack.

"Isn't that the food that Squad Leader Wang gave you?"

"Isn't what we're eating supplies?"

"Yes."

"Supplies aren't counted as weight?"

"Calculate."

"So, do you have any other opinions?"

Ma Teng opened his mouth, but ultimately chose to remain silent.

no way.

If the debate continues, Wu Hanfeng might start by discussing the "weight of supplies," then move on to the "importance of battlefield supplies," and finally to the "collective honor of the Peak Assault Team."

In the end, he was still the one carrying the radio.

I might even have to carry two more sausages for Wu Hanfeng.