The Loess High Slope is just a common name for the exercise field to the no-man's land.

6 years ago, I spent time in this wasteland. At that time, I took 12 special forces soldiers to train in wild survival subjects on the Loess Slope.

No one knows this land better than me.

Although this thirsty land is deserted, it can still find food for supplies, such as weasels and ground-pulling rats. The two types of animals have formed natural enemies that are incompatible with water and fire.

So when I led 15 special forces into this vast yellow land, I was shocked by the jumping rats.

God!

Groups of brown ground rats! Around the rotten animal corpse, there was a "squeaking" sound. Seeing someone coming in, they immediately drilled into the deep cave and escaped without a trace.

This gave us the opportunity to have a big tooth sacrifice. The brothers hadn't had food in two days. They didn't dare to eat the compressed biscuits in their hands. They all wanted to keep them until the most difficult time. So we discussed and started a competition to capture the "Ground-pulling Rat" to see who caught the most prey. During the process of digging the ground and pulling the rats, we found traces of weasels. A group of soldiers simply divided into two groups, one group raced against the weasels, and the other group dug holes on the solid yellow soil to pull the rats.

After two hours, more than a dozen ground-pull rats and two weasels were captured.

With just a dozen ground-pulling rats and two weasels, we had the most difficult time.

The area of ​​the Loess High Slope reaches 120 square kilometers. I took 15 soldiers and traveled in this deserted place for two days and two nights. It was not that I couldn’t walk out. Instead, I had to go north. I think that only by circling to the north of the exercise field can we have a way out.

The soldiers did not understand my approach for two days and nights on the Loess High Slope.

In their words, it is better to let go of their hands and feet and do it. Even if they are eliminated, it is worse than to turn around on the yellow land.

I don't blame them for complaining.

The route I took with them was not a straight line distance, but a big circle. It took an arc on the deserted land without weeds and trees. The distance reached more than 300 kilometers.

The purpose of going around such a big circle is to go around the rear of the base command center.

If I guess correctly, the Red Army's base must be there.

Why did we go through a lot of hardships? Isn’t it just to win this exercise?

Exercise is practical combat.

No matter how difficult it is, we must show the qualities that special forces should have until we kill those bad guys who "killed" us.

During the two days and nights of the Loess High Slope, I kept cheering the soldiers.

I tell the soldiers what is a real special forces soldier? What is a 708?

I said: "A lurking bullet, a lonely wolf, a deep buried thunder, and a cold arrow shot, are all called special forces. In fact, special forces have nothing unique. They just play the most critical role at the most critical moment, and can turn the situation of the battle and turn defeat into victory. Or increase the results of the battle and let the enemy retreat without fighting. This is special forces!"

When the soldiers heard these words, they were shocked.

They said: "This is the freshest statement we have heard. In the past, when we were in the army, we heard differently from these, such as tenacious spirit, strong political and military qualities, the spirit of not being afraid of sacrifice, etc., which is completely different from this!"

I smiled and said, "Study is learning, and there is still a difference from the operation of special forces. For example, the spirit of not being afraid of sacrifice. We operate in actual operations is the opposite. Special forces must have the spirit of not being afraid of sacrifice, but in combat, the life of special forces is more precious than gold! Imagine that we have all sacrificed, who will complete the task? This is the purpose of you fighting head-on with the Red Army. If we fight all the Red Army, who will help the Blue Army fight. There are only 27 people, which has lost more than half of it, and we are the only one left. If we are eliminated and glorious, then we will be defeated in 708? If this is a real war, then the enemy will not go straight in and fight to our country?"

The soldiers sat beside me, not talking.

I told them again, what is 708?

I said that 708 has never lost its 20 years since its establishment. When the special forces abroad mentioned the 708 commando, their faces changed drastically. Over the years, 708 is like a flag, like a stabilizing needle, inserted into our positions, making those hidden enemies frightened and uneasy. Even if they want to be ready, they have to consider whether they can beat 708. 708 is the frontal barrier of our country and the last line of defense in our country. Since its establishment, there have been countless victories, and countless victories won in the red and blue confrontation exercise. 708 is the most combat-experienced among all special forces in our country. This is 708!

When the 15 soldiers heard this, they touched the armband on their arms and were amazed.

Zheng Baochun said: "I've been in 708 for half a year, why didn't anyone tell me this?"

I glanced at him and said, "That's because you haven't integrated into the blood of this team. Aren't there many martyrs' tombs in the valley behind 708? You should go over and take a look. Look at the martyrs' style!"

"But it's sealed there! The captain doesn't allow us to go there!"

"Why?" My head rumbling.

I don't know what's wrong? My head hurts like a tear.

I fell to the ground and rolled, holding my head, wishing I could put my hand into my head and take out the vague pain area to see what was causing the reason.

I suddenly fell down, and more than a dozen soldiers were stunned. I quickly surrounded me, helped me up, and asked, "What's wrong? What's wrong? Captain! Are you uncomfortable?"

I lay on the ground for more than ten minutes before I recovered.

A soldier fed two sips of water for me to drink, and the tearing pain passed.

Wu Chuang ran over and applied a wet towel to my head. I grabbed his hand and asked him, "Did you pour your own water?"

Wu Chuang nodded heavily and said, "Hey, applying a wet towel to your forehead can reduce the temperature of the human body."

I yelled at him angrily: "If you pour the water, what can you use to maintain your strength? In this ghost place, water is life. Don't you know?"

Wu Chuang was so scared that he stopped talking. He stood in front of me and straightened. After a long time, he choked up and said, "Boss, you are our spiritual pillar. If you are sick or have a few shortcomings, how should we fight?"

Alas! I didn’t expect that Wu Chuang would care so much about me.

I shook my hand and sent him to scout the hills in the north.

This trouble made me feel unconfident to take them to the exercise ground in the north. I was afraid that without any water source, we would die of thirst on this dry land.
Chapter completed!