Ballistic Silence of Special Years

In the brigade commander's office, Zhang Haiou knocked on the door and entered.

"Old Zhang, sit down."

Zhuang Yan raised his head, and then moved his gaze to the documents on the desktop.

It was a new type of equipment combined with innovative research on actual combat training sent by the current battalion commander Zhang Lie of the special camp.

One year after its establishment, the brigade commander Zhuang Yan is not only focused on the adaptation of the establishment, as he said in his speech at the company-level cadre meeting, the change of the establishment is just a change of skin, and the key is to change the mind.

The future of special operations is no longer the era when individual combat capabilities were stymied in the past. It is how to arm yourself with high-tech equipment. If seamless cooperation and coordination between battalions are achieved, the role of battalions with different combat characteristics will be fully realized. Take it to the extreme.

Therefore, he encouraged young cadres and even soldiers in the whole brigade to submit any good suggestions on tactics and equipment to their superiors directly.

Zhang Haiou felt that Zhuang Yan was doing useless work, and it wasn't that he couldn't listen to the officers and soldiers of the platoon. It's just that, after thinking about tactics and improving equipment all day long, would he slack off in training?
It wasn't the first time he mentioned the impact of this model to Zhuang Yan, but Zhuang Yan told him that the combat officers and soldiers at the grassroots level actually had the most say in whether the equipment was good or not.

They made a request that we, as leaders, contact the military industry department to make improvements, which has nothing to do with affecting training.

This time he came again, Zhuang Yan thought it was still the matter.

"Is something wrong? Old Zhang."

Zhang Haiou said: "Oh, it's like this. In a few days, the soldiers we sent out to participate in peacekeeping will be back. The political commissar told me just now, let me organize good people to hold a welcome ceremony or something. The kid went to Africa for so long, during which time he was honored by the United Nations. All these materials were sent to us. The political commissar said that they won glory for our Tiger Brigade, and they will give them credit when they come back. I see when they returned That day, I organized people from the special camp to beat gongs and drums at the gate to make the atmosphere more lively."

Zhuang Yan said: "You can make up your own mind on this matter, but there is no need to ask me."

Zhang Haiou said: "Didn't I, the deputy brigade commander, respect you as the brigade commander? I can't say hello to you when I transferred the special camp to hold a welcome ceremony that day, right?"

Zhuang Yan suddenly stopped looking at the materials, and shifted his gaze from the paper to Zhang Haiou.

"Old Zhang, we have been working together for a year. In fact, after such a long time, you should understand my style of behavior. I am not that overbearing. Of course, sometimes I am stubborn, but if it is because of work, Red faces are red faces, arguments are arguments, and you will never take it to heart. Therefore, with me, you really don’t need to be too taboo about too many rules and regulations. We work together for only one purpose. Within three years, the entire Meng The Tiger Brigade has led the first-class special forces in the army. Do you think so?"

Zhang Haiou blushed.

In fact, he also knows that Zhang Haiou knows exactly what kind of person Zhuang Yan is after getting along with him this year.

When Zhuang Yan first came, Zhang Haiou was a little unconvinced, but now after a year, he really has to be convinced. …

"Brigade Commander, look at you..." He sneered, "I'm just joking, so don't take it seriously."

Zhuang Yan nodded: "Well..."

Then he asked, "Is there anything else?"

Zhang Haiou said: "Just now I heard from the political commissar that because our soldiers did a lot of deeds during their stay in country L, it is one thing for the United Nations to award them awards and honors. This material was sent to the military region, intending to report meritorious service to several outstanding soldiers, including two first-class meritorious service. Before this, it was said that it was to build momentum and let the propaganda department of the group army publicize the propaganda. Just as their deeds are reported and shown in military newspapers, this is of great help to meritorious deeds."

Zhuang Yan said: "I am not good at propaganda. I agree in principle here. Let the political commissar handle the specific operations."

After a pause, he suddenly asked again: "By the way, which two are the first-class rewards?"

Zhang Haiou said: "Hou Jun and Li Zheng. During a security inspection mission, they encountered armed elements and the Gauls Corps fighting. They successfully evacuated the whole village. They also ventured into the tunnel to dismantle the bomb vest and rescued a child. To be honest, this kind of deed is not too much credit for a first-class."

Hearing that Hou Jun can report first-class merit, his solemn eyes lit up.

"This matter..."

He pondered for a moment.

"Okay, I'll call the political commissar later to communicate."

Zhang Haiou smiled: "Brigade Commander, you just said that you are not good at these things, what's wrong? You regretted it in a blink of an eye?"

Zhuang Yan smiled and said: "I don't care about other things. If Hou Jun can get the first-class merit, he can be promoted exceptionally. When I rewarded him for the merit, the superior did not approve it. I have always felt guilty about it. This time is a good opportunity. If I can get the merits, I can justifiably submit a report in the future and ask for an extraordinary promotion of Hou Jun. This veteran has a very good quality and has worked hard in the army for so many years. I feel a little uncomfortable asking him to be transferred as a non-commissioned officer. "

Hou Jun is Zhang Haiou's soldier, and he has always been his favorite general. He was in the Tiger Regiment era.

Not being able to do anything for Hou Jun, not to mention solemn, Zhang Haiou felt pimples in his heart.

Seeing that Zhuang Yan was so concerned about a soldier, he suddenly felt a little warm in his heart, feeling that the brigade commander is really a good superior.

Such a brigade commander, he has nothing to say.

"Yeah, Hou Jun is also my soldier. Before the tiger regiment was reorganized, he won a lot of honors in the regiment every year, but he never gave him any substantial rewards. It's not our vulgarity. I agree with a soldier. The best way to make a contribution is to make meritorious service, and talking about anything else is false."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of this matter." Zhuang Yan said, "I'll go to the political commissar myself after a while and forget it."

……

On the day when Li Zheng and the others came back, the comrades in arms of the Special Investigation Battalion all went to the boulevard behind the gate of the brigade headquarters with gongs and drums, and lined up in two lines on the side of the road. When the convoy arrived, the battalion commander Zhang Lie gave an order , Dongdong knocked loudly.

Li Zheng was sitting in the bus, looking at the lively scene outside, looking at those comrades who had been away for more than half a year, it felt like a world away.

During the eight-month peacekeeping trip to country L, the moment Li Zheng returned to China and got off the plane, he had the illusion of coming to another unreal world.

Compared with country L, there are no flying bullets, no roadside IEDs, and no suicide attacks here.

Here, all peace seems to be so taken for granted.

Li Zheng felt that after going through this peacekeeping trip, his whole view of the world was different.

But what's the difference, he can't tell for the time being.

When leaving country L, Li Zheng didn't have time to tell Boulma.

Since Boulma went to school, she only ran around the barracks to earn pocket money when she was not in class.

He didn't know how Boomer's first feeling would be when he went to the Huaxia peacekeeping camp and found that none of the soldiers here knew each other.
Maybe I was worrying too much.

Over the years, there have been a lot of troops from various countries coming and going in and out of country L. There are always people coming and people leaving.

Boulma's studies will also be met by the officers and soldiers of the follow-up Chinese peacekeeping force. Before leaving country L, Xia Zhiguo and the local mayor jointly set up a support group to provide opportunities for some out-of-school children to go to school. However, this business will continue until the Huaxia people leave Country L.

When it's time to leave, country L may really be at peace.

Maybe……