Chapter 190, Post-War Summary

With Luo Er's repeated guarantees, Political Commissar Zhang let go of the wooden box, but this was barely released with great force.

Xiao Zhang, who was assigned by Luo Er, arrived at the regiment headquarters. Under the gaze of Dali and Political Commissar Zhang, poured out the lurking waiting and the night's counterattack operation without any delay, making the political commissar a little confused.

Looking at Xiao Zhang, who was hoarse in his voice, the political commissar pondered for a moment, "That is to say, you didn't meet the US military, so you went back and forth to transport things." He almost blurted out the word "Lao Li" and was swallowed by the political commissar; needless to say, the political commissar's eyesight was still very accurate, and he could see the problem at a glance.

Xiao Zhang was stunned and couldn't help but look at the group leader. He didn't know what to say.

"Well, Platoon Commander Zhang, that, you go back to the company first and the regiment headquarters hold a meeting." Dali waved his hand and asked Xiao Zhang to go out, drove several cadres in the regiment headquarters out, and then pulled the political commissar to sit at the table. He said that it was a meeting, but it was actually just communication between him and the political commissar.

"Political commissar, I can't hide it. This time the attack on Bailing Island, including the destruction of the agent who landed on the shore, I guess it was Luo Eryi's hand-manned, and the other soldiers, that is, the gangsters, who beat the edge." Dali took a sip of smoke and said quietly.

"Impossible, no matter how powerful Luo Er is, he is only one person, and he is worth a reconnaissance platoon?" The political commissar waved his hand in disbelief. He believed that Dali was giving Luo Er's face, or making it clear that Luo Er had angered himself.

"I came from the investigation company. Since Luo Er fought to North Korea, he has been in contact with me for the longest time. I don't know what his abilities are?" Dali asked with a smile.

"In my opinion, if Luo Er uses it well, it will be comparable to a complete investigation company, or even better." Dali continued, causing the political commissar's face to change, which praised a company commander to heaven.

Could it be that Luo Er is the direct descendant of this guy, and he wants to protect him with one hand? Looking at Dali in confusion, the political commissar's mind was thinking quickly. These cadres who were engaged in political work had different ideas from military cadres, and they were thinking too much.

In fact, the political commissar is really planning to hold an enlarged meeting of cadres at the company level, and take Luo Er as a key point to make the young man who has returned from the People's Army sober. In this year, if a cadre is criticized at a cadre meeting, it will be recorded in the meeting file, which will have a great impact on the future of the cadres.

Now it seems that this will be difficult to drive. He just came back to victory and brought back a torpedo boat, but there were still a large number of seizures. In addition, the regiment commander had to protect him, so there was no excuse for "criticizing and fighting". The political commissar did not dare to do it blatantly to crack down on the enthusiasm of the soldiers.

"The US soldiers who died in Luo Er's hand have no regiment and a battalion, but there is no evidence; from my personal experience, this guy is cruel and ruthless, doesn't care about military achievements, just can't stand his own people being wronged, and is a typical person who is soft but not hard." He extinguished the cigarette butt and patted the political commissar on the shoulder, "My major political commissar, this time the military achievements have been returned to the regiment, and they once verbally praised the investigation, so that's it."

The political commissar jumped and replied calmly, "Okay, the chief officer has the final say in military affairs, I agree." Humph, you Luo Er, forget it this time, if you hit the gun next time, don't blame me for being rude.

In the heart of the political commissar, through Dali's words, he also heard Dali's Guanji. He was a cruel guy. He was so anxious that he was like a black gun at night, and it was insignificant. Before he could think of a better way, he had to do favors.

"The key is how to report the post-war summary. This is the task of your political commissar." Dali said happily.

Just as he was vigorously relieving the problem of the political commissar, a regiment staff officer hurried in, "Captain, there is something wrong."

"Say, what's the matter?" Dali's face turned right when he heard this. The political commissar next to him didn't care about the entanglement, and his two pairs of eyes stared at the staff's face.

"The Frontier Observation Post report, this morning, US fighter jets carried out a large-scale bombing on Bailing Island, and now, they have used another incendiary bomb." The staff officer said, asking the two regiment leaders to look at each other, picked up the telescope and rushed out of the regiment headquarters.

Twenty minutes later, the panting Dali and the political commissar lay on the top and looked at Bailing Island in the distance from the telescope; although the island on the sea was a small black spot, the rising fire could still be distinguished.

What does the enemy have to do with such great means to the islands they are guarding? It means that there are things on the island that they cannot control. If they want to restore the island's garrison, they can only burn and blow it up, and they must be cleaned up.

After thinking about it carefully, there was a sense of anger in Dali and the political commissar's eyes, and they were also very scared.

The big wooden box that Xiao Zhang mentioned must be the enemy's biological and chemical weapon. He was lucky enough to be encountered by Luo Er and brought back to Bailing Island intact.

"It seems that the military achievements made by Luo Er and the others saved our 352nd Regiment." Dali breathed a long sigh. He knew that the place where the enemy landed was the defensive area of ​​the first battalion. If the enemy opened those boxes, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The various biological wars that the enemy has carried out during this period have caused great trouble to the Chinese and North Korean troops. Dali also has confidential telegrams sent by his superiors in his bag.

Political Commissar Zhang was also well aware of the dangers of biological warfare. Although he didn't say anything, his thoughtful face clearly recognized Dali's words, and he would not turn a blind eye to the facts in front of him. However, this post-war summary, that is, the war report, had to think carefully about how to write it. What made the political commissar the most helpless was that there was no direct evidence to prove the number of enemies that had been annihilated this time, and he could only collect verbal descriptions of the soldiers as indirect evidence.

Just when Dali and Political Commissar Zhang were full of worries, Luo Er explained to Xiao Zhang a few words, and walked out of the tunnel with thin ashes, and let the wind out in the dense forest deep at the foot of the mountain. The troops on the west coast had no choice but to do with the US military's fighter jets. Before strengthening air defense forces, they could only strictly order the cadres and soldiers of the troops to minimize their activities during the day and not expose their targets.

Fortunately, there were a large number of drifting lightnings, and anchor lightnings were released, forming irregular sea minefields on the west coast. Otherwise, the enemy warships should join in the fun. The large caliber naval gun poses a great threat to the coast within ten kilometers.

In this way, with the raging enemy planes, there are still casualties of all sizes and big things happening, and there is no chance of fighting back. At present, what everyone most desires is the entry of air defense forces, but we still have to wait a little longer.

If you fall behind, you will be beaten, which is particularly obvious here.

"I said Dahui, are you afraid of being beaten by the Americans? You are so terrified?" Luo Er opened a bag of jerky and threw it to Dahui. He watched it chew slowly. He did not have the style of the past. He looked like a half-old donkey, seeing through the vicissitudes of the world.

Last night, Luo Er did not sleep overnight and called the company's sanitation officer.

"Give it, inject it all." Luo Er took a box of penicillin and pointed at the big dust lying on the ground.

The sanitary officer looked at the medicine box on Luo Er in surprise. The seizure brought back by Luo Er and the others this time was diluted to the various companies in the group, and water was also sprinkled into the basin. It was pitiful. He had just given half a box of five pieces in his hand.

Penicillin, which was originally only used for platoon-level cadres and important wounded personnel, can already be used on lightly injured personnel in the 352nd Regiment, but it is not as luxurious as being used for animals.

However, the company commander's orders are not something that the health officer can interfere with, as long as they don't use what they have in their hands.

"Bang, bang", ten crisp sounds of shattering, the health officer sucked ten penicillin into the syringe, and Luo Er pressed Dahui's head and injected the medicine from Dahui's neck.

After waiting for thirty minutes, Da Hui still didn't react much. Luo Er took out another box of potions, which was penicillin, "Come again."

When Luo Er took out the third box of medicine, the health officer became anxious, "Company Commander, you can't beat it anymore, you can't stand it if you hit it again."

"Oh. OK, I won't give you this one. Remember, you haven't given it any injections." Luo Er stuffed a box of injections into the hygienist's hands and solemnly reminded him.

"Don't worry, I haven't been here tonight." The extremely surprised sanitary officer ran out with the injection carefully.

Perhaps it was because Big Gray's life should not be extinct. Two boxes of injections pulled back its life that was hanging in a thread; in the early morning, Big Gray's breathing became much stronger, and the blood red gradually disappeared in the eyes of the half-jaw, and only a trace of scarlet left in the center of the eyes.

Like a skeleton wrapped in fur, big ashes lazily lying on the ground, her mouth kept biting the dry and hard beef, and her scarlet eyes were not filled with a trace of warmth. She had no reaction to Luo Er's words, but was just chewing them carefully.

Luo Er didn't see it. As Dali opened and closed his mouth, his sharp teeth, which were originally so white, turned dark black. The toxins hidden in his teeth were waiting for the opportunity to come out; the sharp claws that shrank in his rough and dry hair also changed from black gray to purple-blue.

From the east coast to the west coast, the ash was taken by several groups of medical doctors for experiments. They were injected with various viruses countless times, but they could still miraculously survive, which surprised the hypocritical intellectuals. After turning several medical ships, they only got a humanitarian opportunity to release animals until they saw that they could not do it.

In addition to not contagious viruses, Dali has now become a viral complex. If people and animals bitten by it are not treated at the first time, even remaining breathing will be a luxury.

Looking at Dahui's miserable appearance, Luo Er had no choice. He couldn't think of what the enemy had done to Dahui, but it was already a luxury to fall into the hands of the enemy. It was a luxury to be back in a hurry. Now he was lucky.

However, without long-term maintenance, the big ash will definitely not be able to recover from its previous toughness.

Leaning against the tree trunk, Luo Er examined his ant nest. These guys had eaten so much meat, and it was probably time to take a break.

In the ant nest, thirteen flying ants were still surrounding the queen. A few blue spots appeared on their bodies, probably because they were eating too much. These foodies lined up to pass the minced meat swallowed in their mouths to the queen.

The queen, whose head and body ratio were seriously inconsistent, kept asking for feedback, and even this greedy guy stretched out his short front paws and put them tightly on one of the flying ants.

The flying ants with mixed colors guarded the malicious blue queen. This strange scene made Luo Er's back whizz.

It came again, Luo Er shook his head depressedly. He was quite disdainful of the backlash of these military ants, but he could not stop it. He could only watch the "tragedy" happen again and again.

Come on, if you like it, eat it. Luo Er closed his eyes and slowly stretched out his hands. He didn't rest all night, so he was very tired.

Today, everyone is very busy. Instructor Dong of the Investigation Company is writing a battle report, Political Commissar Zhang of the regiment headquarters writes a battle report, and even the relevant troops of the first battalion were writing a battle report, while the person involved, Captain Luo, was guarding a thin "wolf dog" and fell asleep.
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