My experience in Soldier Assault Liver

Chapter 150 Did you win the battle?

Did you win the 150 fight?

Gao Cheng strode towards the 702 regiment headquarters.

At this time, the headquarters has undergone emergency expansion. Various camouflages and various defenses have been done very well. Whether viewed from a distance or up close, it looks a bit like a frontline headquarters. It has a model. Yes.

The Seventh Steel Company was originally the vanguard, but today's battle was weird, so he was called back.

"Hey, Lao Qi, why are you back?"

Someone saw Gao Cheng and asked enthusiastically.

Gao Cheng glared at the other party and didn't bother to pay attention.

Why don't you have any idea when I come back?

He simply ignored the other party and strode into the command center.

"Captain, what's going on over there with the 115th Regiment? Why has there been no movement for a long time?"

As soon as he walked inside, the eardrum-shocking voice spread everywhere, causing many technicians inside to turn their heads, glance at him, and then immediately look away.

Wang Qingrui stood up from his chair, put the teacup on the table, smiled and said in a thick-accented voice: "You ask me, which one should I ask?"

"Captain, didn't you send a lot of reconnaissance teams? What's going on with them? Didn't you find anything?" Gao Cheng sat down where Wang Qingrui was sitting just now, picked up his cup and took a few sips. He had been charging outside with Gang Seven Company before, and he didn't even have to take a sip of water. He was really thirsty.

Wang Qingrui felt a little helpless after hearing Gao Cheng's question: "Today's battle is really a ghost. Several reconnaissance teams have found nothing so far. It's like the people of the 115th Regiment have disappeared from the ground?"

"They didn't see anyone from the 115th Regiment either?" Gao Cheng was startled and suddenly raised his head to look at Wang Qingrui.

Wang Qingrui walked to a large-scale military map in front of him, pointed to a place on it and said: "My original plan was that when the 115th Regiment retreated here, I would have the Third Battalion come from the flank."

Just when I said this, the phone rang.

"Captain, the director's phone number!"

"Here we come!" Wang Qingrui turned around, walked over and answered the phone.

After a while, he hung up the phone, and then said to Gao Cheng in confusion: "The director department asked you to pick up the person."

"Lead people?" Gao Cheng was stunned.

In this confrontation exercise, both the red and blue sides suffered varying degrees of battle damage. The equipment and personnel that have withdrawn from the exercise will generally be taken over by the director's department and will not be released until the end of the exercise. Even if they want to take people, they have to wait until the end of the exercise. , why are they asked to pick people up now?

"It's said that there was a fight, and the circumstances were quite bad, so I need you to pick them up in person, otherwise they will keep those soldiers in solitary confinement!" Wang Qingrui explained.

"Fight?" When Gao Cheng heard this, his face suddenly became unhappy, and he muttered: "It's really not enough to succeed but more than enough to fail!"

"Why don't you go and see what's going on first? It seems that this battle won't be fought for a while. Let's bring the people back first. No matter what, we can't put them in a solitary room!"

Gao Cheng muttered and cursed, but did not delay. He stood up and walked out of the headquarters. There happened to be a jeep parked outside. Without saying a word, he jumped on it and started it. After a while, a soldier rushed out and shouted: "I My car—oh—that’s my car—"

Wang Qingrui got out of it and said with a smile: "Let that kid use it!"

boom--

Gao Cheng drove the Jeep at a fast pace and felt the director's department in less than an hour.

"Lao Gao, you're finally here!" A staff member from the director's department saw Gao Cheng and rushed to greet him. He complained from a distance: "Come and see the good things your soldiers have done, right?"

Gao Cheng had a sullen face and said nothing.

"Look - look - look at what they've been beaten into?"

The staff in the directing department kept complaining and complaining.

But Gao Cheng's expression became strange as he watched.

Because there were almost thirty people injured in the Red Army, but there were not so many "killed" soldiers in their Seventh Steel Company!
  So he couldn't help but ask: "Lao Zhang, where are our people?"

"Over there!" The other party pointed with his hand.

But Gao Cheng didn't see it.

So the other party led Gao Cheng to where Chen Fan and the others were. At this time, Chen Fan, Bai Tiejun and the others were in an extremely embarrassed state.

Everyone's face was painted, and their bodies were messy. Chen Fan's camouflage was even torn into several pieces. There was not a clean spot on his body, it was messy and dirty.

It is said that they are in solitary confinement, but in fact they are surrounded in a place, told to reflect seriously, and are not allowed to take a step forward.

"Just a few of them?" Gao Cheng was startled.

"Yes, there are just a few of them!" said the person in the director's department, and soon he scolded in dissatisfaction: "What? You still think there are few people?"

"It's not - I mean - the five soldiers of our 115th Steel Company - did that to more than soldiers of the th Regiment?" Gao Cheng was extremely shocked.

"What do you mean?" The person in the director's department was dissatisfied.

"This is a good thing -" Gao Cheng suddenly took off his training cap from his head and laughed loudly: "Five soldiers of our 115th Steel Company did that to more than a platoon of the th Regiment. This shows that What? This means that our combat effectiveness is stronger than theirs——"

"." The staff in the director's department couldn't speak.

Gao Cheng ignored the people in the director's department and strode towards Chen Fan and others.

"Chen Fan!"

"To!"

"Baitiejun!"

"To!"

"Niu Zhiguo!"

"To!"

"Xu Sanduo!"

"To!"

"Become a talent!"

"To-" Chengcai replied in the loudest voice.

"Have you had a fight before?"

"Report, hit!"

The five people answered in unison.

"Did you win the fight?"

"Report! Won!"

The five men answered loudly again.

Gao Cheng nodded with satisfaction, and looked at each person one by one. It wasn't until the staff member of the directing department muttered dissatisfied that he said loudly: "How did you five become soldiers? Don't you know it's not good to fight in the army? You made a serious mistake today, you know? Everyone has to go back to me to reflect - after you go back, everyone will write 5,000 words for me to check! If you can't write well, you will not be allowed to return to the army. Listen Do you understand?"

"clear--"

The staff in the director's department was still a little frustrated. He said dissatisfiedly: "Old Gao, it's nothing to fight. The main reason is that your soldiers were too heavy-handed. You saw those people over there just now. None of them were injured." It’s light, if it’s more serious, it means he’s disabled. We are all comrades-in-arms, our comrades, how can we be so harsh?”

Gao Cheng glanced back at the men of the 115th Regiment and asked, "Chen Fan, were you the ones who hit those who were seriously injured?"

Chen Fan felt a little aggrieved: "Company commander, more than a dozen of them pushed me to the ground and beat me. I couldn't control it, and I stopped, otherwise they-"

Gao Cheng nodded, and then looked at the staff of the director's department: "Old Zhang, tell the brothers of the 115th Regiment that these soldiers of mine have been quite restrained, you know? Especially this soldier - Chen Fan - - He personally captured the murderer of a very serious murder case. If he didn't restrain himself, the Red Army and the others would not only suffer from skin injuries, but their lives would be in danger!"

"Ah?" The people in the director's department were startled and looked at Chen Fan in horror: "This guy is so powerful? Old Gao, what is your origin as a soldier? Not only can you behead someone with one shot with accurate marksmanship, but you can also fight in groups like this." How many people?”

"What did you just say? You said Chen Fan beheaded with one shot?"

"No - no - Lao Gao, I didn't say anything. Don't ask. If you ask, I don't know anything!" The other party realized that he had slipped his mind and quickly denied it.

(End of this chapter)