The position of the 173rd Machine Gun Division recruits.

"Load! Ready—! Release!"

Bang bang bang!

As the cannon instructor issued the fifth round of orders, the recruits were carrying out bombing in an orderly manner.

But at this moment.

Buzz buzz~

Behind them, transport trucks formed a long queue and drove rampantly to the edge of the position.

Among them, a military vehicle turned a corner and stopped savagely in front of the machine gun instructor, raising a circle of snow dust.

Bang, the car door opened.

Feng Zhengwei rushed over aggressively, glared and shouted: "Who asked you to bomb Qingshi Mountain? Who asked you to?"

The round-faced instructor was a little confused at first.

After seeing the person's face clearly, he straightened his back and saluted with attention, "It turns out to be Battalion Commander Feng. We received orders from Chief Instructor Lai. According to the original assessment plan, we fired artillery at Qingshi Pass at the sight of green smoke.

boom!"

"Lai Yanlong?"

Feng Zhengwei's eyebrows were almost crooked with anger: "Lai Yanlong and his team of instructors rushed into Qingshi Mountain a long time ago to rescue the elite team. How can I have time to send you an order?"

"this……"

The round-faced instructor was speechless for a moment.

As an artillery science instructor, he first saw two consecutive streaks of red smoke on Qingshi Mountain. He knew that something big had happened on the mountain, so he urgently stopped the two-point bombardment assessment.

as expected.

After a short delay, an urgent telegram was sent to the entire 173rd batch of recruits: "The elite training soldiers were attacked by demons and ghosts, and requested the nearby patrol troops for support."

This is the first post made by Lai Yanlong.

Soon after, the nearby patrol troops narrowed the defense line and deployed control around the machine gun section to protect the safety of the new recruits and armaments.

The round-faced instructor originally planned to retreat temporarily and return to the martial arts hall first.

But the troops had just set off.

Before even having time to load the artillery, I received the second urgent message from Lai Yanlong.

"It seems that someone falsely conveyed military orders."

On the military field, an eerie word rang out, and a senior officer wearing a green hooded robe and shiny iron mail came down.

The round-faced instructor and his companions suddenly made a "thump" sound, and their expressions changed slightly.

Platoon leader of the 73rd Brigade Special Agent Platoon:

Sun Jianheng!

Don't let it be said that he is not tall, but wearing this secret agent platoon skin, his whole body exudes a sense of oppression.

Walking up to the three recruits in the Communications Section, he picked up the recorded emergency call and asked, "Do you know which team it came from?"

"I know... I know."

The recruit had never seen such a scene before. He was immediately startled by Sun Jianheng's big black teeth: "It's the Second Communications Team, and the transmitter is Zhao Xinhong!"

"Zhao Xinhong..."

Sun Jianheng took out a notebook from his pocket and wrote down the name. At the same time, he inserted the telegram recording paper into it. "The original telegram is important evidence. I will keep it for now."

This way.

The round-faced instructor also panicked and hurriedly said: "This... Battalion Commander Feng, Platoon Commander Sun, no one has the guts to falsely pass on military orders, we... we are just following orders."

"Following orders?"

Feng Zhengwei clenched his fist and almost swung it out, "As a platoon-level officer and a recruit instructor in the martial arts hall, when I saw the suspicious telegram, I followed the order without verifying its authenticity."

"If this is a fake order from an enemy agent to fire a signal bomb when the elite training soldiers are about to escape from Qingshi Mountain, does your shelling mean that you have killed your own people?"

What he said is only one of the possibilities.

After being reprimanded by Brigadier Pan Weilun, Feng Zhengwei immediately assembled the main force of a company. To this end, he even temporarily transferred city wall patrol personnel and asked Lao Sun's spy platoon to temporarily take over.

Afterwards, the two of them hurriedly set off with the troops.

You will soon see Qingshi Mountain.

Suddenly, a line of green smoke rose from the mountain pass, followed by artillery fire.

Their eyes twitched. In the marching order, green smoke meant that everything went well and the prescribed tasks were successfully completed.

But Qingshi Mountain had sent out two streaks of red smoke before. Such a serious crisis, everything went smoothly before his main company arrived, and a post-war bombing was carried out.

Have all the elite training soldiers been rescued?

What if you hurt someone of your own?

Isn’t this causing trouble!

The last bit of hope that I had had was completely shattered by these explosions.

This is why Feng Zhengwei is angry.

"If anything happens to the elite training soldiers, just wait to be shot!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the round-faced instructor immediately showed the same movements as he did at that time, his face was pale, his legs and feet were weak, "Battle Commander Feng, he doesn't blame me for this!"

"Let's explain this to the brigade commander and leaders!"

Feng Zhengwei has completely given up now.

Anyway, the elite training soldier is over, and his life has come to an end. He doesn't mind having one more person to support him before he dies.

"Wait a minute, there seems to be movement in the west..."

The companion next to the round-faced instructor suddenly heard a small strange noise. He turned around and saw that there seemed to be a long line of smoke approaching on the wasteland to the west.

"The main company of the patrol battalion! Artillery platoon! Everyone on alert!!"

Suddenly, Feng Zhengwei roared loudly.

Accompanied by the sound of the soldiers raising their horse rifles and drawing their sabers one by one, he and Sun Jianheng respectively picked up their telescopes and stared at the target.

Among the snow and dust, there are three transport vehicles, followed by three military horses and a military field.

"He's one of ours."

Sun Jianheng was indeed a spy. With just one glance, he quickly determined the identity of the target based on the armor and uniforms and the paint color of the vehicle.

If you look closely, the transport truck seems to be full of people.

Not only were soldiers lying on the roof of the carport, but even the sides of the car were covered with soldiers one after another, and the left arms of these soldiers were all wearing bright, red-colored arm armor.

"They are elite training soldiers!!"

Feng Zhengwei couldn't help but exclaimed that he was born.

Upon hearing this, the round-faced cannon instructor, who was originally pale, shone with light in his eyes. He hurriedly picked up the telescope and took a look, "Yes, yes! It's them! Hurry! Be careful not to hurt anyone!"

Feng Zhengwei even directly sent patrol troops to respond.

As the three transport trucks stopped on the hillside, Feng Zhengwei, the round-faced instructor, finally breathed a sigh of relief. There were so many people!

This means.

The casualties among the entire 173rd batch of elite training soldiers were not serious!

A miracle has really come!

Hey, no more getting shot!!

Sun Jianheng frowned and roughly counted the number of elite training soldiers on the transport vehicle. He didn't know how many there were, but he was shocked when he counted them.

There are more than 300 elite training soldiers in total, and it is estimated that there are nearly 300 people left.

That is to say:

The mortality rate is only ten percent!

In the crisis event of two red smokes, the mortality rate was so low?

Not to mention the number of demons and ghosts, it stands to reason that after these elite training soldiers complete the assessment, a large number of personnel should be short of gas. It is impossible to outrun the demons and ghosts in the forest!

How could so many people survive?

Could it be the credit of the instructors?

"Lai Tuan! You have worked hard! You saved my brother's life this time!"

As soon as Feng Zhengwei came up, he saw Lai Yanlong sitting in the cab, covered in blood and seriously injured. He took three steps at a time and ran up to help him get out of the car.

Unexpectedly.
To be continued...