On the middle line of the strait, the waves gradually surged at night were rustling around a minesweeping boat, Luo Er was already standing on the front deck. Behind him, five soldiers carrying flat backpacks, silently waiting for the commander's order.

Song Zhaoming was with Luo Er, looking up at the increasingly larger waves around him, and couldn't help but worry secretly, "Luo, have you figured it out? The waves will increase tonight, and the minesweeper can only resist the fourth-level waves. If they are bigger, they must return immediately."

"Well, I know," Luo Er stretched out his hand, and a thick and hard aluminum baseball bat appeared in his hand; he took out a long hemp rope and wrapped it around the stick slowly.

Two hundred heavy softballs have been placed in his wrist guard space. This wool-core cowhide softball weighs 148 grams, and Luo Er is quite easy to use, and can be placed directly on his head if he hits it.

Given that this action is not harmful, Luo Er had no choice but to find Kelly to discuss it. This guy suggested softball to the boss. Anyway, this thing is so powerful that it can still hit people.

In this move by Luo Er, the five soldiers behind him also put down their backpacks, took out the same ball stick, pinched the hemp rope and wrapped them carefully; however, they did not prepare too many softballs, each of them was fifteen in their backpacks, just in case.

The most powerful thing is known as the exercise, but Luo Er is prepared for any incidents. In the wrist guard space, the light and heavy weapons of an infantry squad, plus a large amount of ammunition, have been prepared, and even a lot of individual rations have been prepared.

Song Zhaoming didn't think much about the strange behavior on the front deck. However, the officers and officers in the cab widened their eyes and whispered incredibly.

"Hi, Lao Song, if I find their command center, what kind of souvenir will come back?" Luo Er asked with a smile. He was still very happy to see Dali this time.

"They commander has better certificates, I don't believe anything else," Luo Er's relaxed expression made Captain Song not much nervous, just thought it was just observing the night subject.

"Certificate, OK," Luo Er nodded. Although he didn't know what Dali did, he must have trouble. Although he couldn't ask anything, he showed it perfectly this time. It would probably be much better for the treatment of the special operations camp in the future.

He didn't know that Dali had now stayed in the command center on Scallop Island. He was stunned by the orders of the military chief, hoping that the storm would be bigger tonight, so he could simply return to Taipei.

"Hulala, plop" The sound of anchor landing sounded on the bow side of the ship. The minesweeper can no longer move forward. If the thing crosses the center line, it will be protested from the mainland tomorrow. It is better to leave some face for yourself.

"Report to Captain," said a naval sergeant, and said seriously, "the minesweeper has been anchored and the charge boat can be put into the water."

"Okay, thank you." Song Zhaoming nodded at the sergeant and patted the railing beside him, "Major, the waves are level 3. The wind is southeast, and you can set off,"

The minesweeper boat that implemented the light control was quietly placed on the water with a squad using a charge boat. Luo Er led the soldiers and a thick baseball bat in his back, jumping onto the boat.

The high-power engine was pulled with the waves, making a low roar. This engine with a silencer tube was covered by the sound of the machine by the waves, and there was no sound at all five meters away.

"Buzz," the boat racing against the sea rushed towards Scallop Island and left the US minesweeper. At the same time, a large night vision device temporarily installed on the minesweeper opened with a snap. On the light green screen, the boat was vividly remembered.

"Captain, how could this Major Denilson have any contact with the opposite side?" A long-faced American Navy officer stood beside Captain Song and asked in confusion.

"Captain Jefferson, Major Denilson belongs to the Naval Intelligence Agency. I don't know much about his situation," Captain Song glanced at the guy coldly. "You are here to study the effects of the special forces this time. I suggest you ask less questions and read more about the others."

"Oh, of course, Captain," the long-faced officer shrugged and turned back to the cab, where there were several school officials waiting for the result of the exercise.

On Scallop Island, a fully armed field battalion had already entered the trench fortifications; in the circular trenches, soldiers opened up various weapons to closely monitor the movements on the sea; a mortar company also set up large-caliber mortars, and 50 mortar platoons on both sides could be fired at any time with flares.

Since January 1955, the mainland has introduced and imitated 7.62mm semi-automatic rifles, submachine guns, machine guns, and high-deep machine guns from the Soviet Union. Large-scale technological transformation has allowed the troops' firepower to be qualitatively improved; field troops first enjoyed the dress-up of the Type 56 gun tribe.

At the highest point on the west side of Scallop Island, a brand new military tent was built in a regular manner on the high ground. There were double anti-aircraft machine gun warnings on its two flanks; it seemed that this was the target of Luo Er's attack.

The soldiers of No. 100 armed forces surrounded three lines of defense on the island. Not to mention a commando of less than ten people, without the support of artillery, even No. 1000 people may not be able to get close to this command center.

However, this simple ground defense has become far outdated in the situation of three-dimensional attacks on sea, land and air. The officers who consumed their lives alone had no idea of ​​the development and changes of the tactical battle; it seemed that the awakening of the heavy casualties in the Korean War was completely blinded by a blood-filled agreement.

Perhaps, the lessons learned tonight will make some soldiers realize something.

In the Scallop Island Command, Dali had no choice but to have no choice. Outside, there were troops transferred by the chief, and they did not obey his orders at all. The five subordinates hidden around seemed to have heard the chief's orders.

Holding a low-quality cigarette, Dali drooped his head and thought about his worries. His special operations camp had not been on the island and was still rushing to Guangzhou. However, the nominal company commander in the camp rushed over to die without knowing it.

Damn, what the hell is going on? He widened his eyes and tried hard to look at the hard ground under his feet, wondering if it would cause a commotion and shock Luo Er away.

"Comrade Du Dali, don't think of evil ways. Before the exercise tonight, you must not step out of the tent," said the military chief without looking back, with his eyes slowly nailed to the chessboard.

If it weren't for the relationship between Dali, he wouldn't have been lazy to come to this island. The current domestic situation would not allow a deserter to be free and easy outside. The instructions given to Robenchu ​​were to let him come back honestly for trial, but who would have thought that he would ignore it at all.

In order to eliminate hidden dangers and to make Dali's competency more impeccable, this exercise must successfully eliminate Robenchu, who was "sneak attack" on the island, so that he can block the mouth of the person being caught.

Taking advantage of the meeting of the military district political commissar in Beijing, the fleeing company commander was destroyed. Dali had no argument in the military district, and no one could say anything else about the identity of a regiment-level cadre. In the cadre file, it must be innocent and no doubts can exist. This is a necessary condition for promotion.

But it seems that Dali still felt a knot about this live-fire exercise. He couldn't turn that way. The military leader lit a cigarette for himself and gave a wink at the chief of staff opposite him, "Chief of staff. Go outside to check. The soldiers are very motivated, but they are still disciplined."

"Okay, Chief," the chief of staff immediately put down the teapot, scanned the depressed Dali, and stood up and went out.

"Come on, Dali, let's fight together, and tell me about that Luo Benchu. He is really capable?" He called Dali with a smile, and the two began to play chess.

Stepping on the hard steps, the chief of staff lowered his head and walked out of the tent, took the guards outside and strode into the darkness, where there were masters with strong arrangements on duty.

As the assault boat was rushing and racing on the sea, approaching Scallop Island a nautical miles away, Luo Er kept staring up and patting the soldiers beside him, "Okay, we're almost here, turn off the engine."

The low engine sounds and snores were gone. Five soldiers threw off their military boots and took the life jackets handed over by the commander one after another. After putting them on, they jumped into the water and swam quickly towards the west.

Luo Er put on an orange-red life jacket and jumped into the water. When he waved his hand, the charge boat disappeared and quietly leaned against the wrist guard space.

Although it was already spring, the cold sea water still made Luo Er's muscles tighten and he couldn't help but shivered. He calmed his mind and swam towards Scallop Island with his five soldiers.

On the beach of Scallop Island, the quiet and dark sandy gravel coastline, gradually exerted force, broke through three hideous reefs, rushed to the shore, smashing himself to pieces, and retreating again unwillingly.

On the weeds 100 meters away from the coast, the triangle inverted firepower points spread out strictly at a distance of 800 meters wide; at each firepower point, there were soldiers guarding a squad of soldiers, machine guns, submachine guns, and automatic rifles, waiting for battle, or waiting for the rabbit.

An infantryman in a company was waiting for the enemy to land on the sea.

Eight hundred meters behind the first line of defense, in a trench two meters deep and wide, two heavy machine guns and mortars of two machine gun companies blocked the area of ​​1,500 meters.

Further down the road, there are the fortifications of the guard platoon of the battalion headquarters, plus the two parallel anti-aircraft machine guns that have just been added, Luo Er seemed to be unable to get close to the command center behind. The command center with a slight light is also a cruel trap.

To the north of Scallop Island is a steep stone cliff, straight and smooth, without even a gap. A squad of soldiers guarded there without blinking. As long as there is a little movement under the stone cliff, the grenade will greet you first.

Especially Dali, who had just landed on the island, suggested that all the empty cans eaten by the field camp during the day would be thrown under the cliff and scattered all over the ground. If you accidentally kick it, the banging sound was the order to drop bombs.

In the eastern depression two hundred meters away from the command center, in a tent covering the traces, Dali was playing chess with the military leader with a bitter face.

On the sea, Luo Er, surrounded by soldiers, swam around the reefs at the farthest coast, no longer moving forward, and looked at the island with his head and mind. It would be fine if he didn't look, but this made him stunned.

There are too many people, but there is a vague murderous aura on the obvious first line of defense, which makes Luo Er inexplicable.

"Cao, no, Dali wants to play it?" Muttered in a low voice, Luo Er shook his head back, blinked his eyes and thought for a while, stretched out his head again, and sniffed hard with his nose.

The whistling cold wind was filled with explosives. Finally, Luo Er's head woke up. He couldn't help but curse secretly, and his face turned darker.

Obviously, there were mortars waiting for him on the shore. Not to mention special combat exercises, even large-scale live-fire exercises, there was no need for such an attitude.

Although he kept muttering in his heart, Luo Er could not see the end of this island with a length of two thousand meters, and could see five hundred meters at night. He was already the first move.

Lying behind the reef, Luo Er looked at his five soldiers and was still soaked in the cold water. He could only helplessly collapse his face and took out the charge boat.

When he touched the Range Rover on the boat, Luo Er tied the rope to the reef and jumped onto the boat himself.

"Come up," the five soldiers who were so cold that they were purple all over, hurriedly climbed up. They took off their soaked military uniforms and changed into the dry clothes that Luo Er threw over.

Taking out a bottle of white wine, Luo Er took a sip to warm his body, and then handed it to the soldiers beside him, "Each person has one sip, no more drinks,"

"Sir, the waves are getting bigger and bigger. If you don't act quickly, it will be too late," the soldier beside you lowered his voice and said anxiously.

"Damn it, there is no company above. I guess at least two companies. Let's go up to six. That's asking for death," Luo Er said angrily, shook his hand and took out a 50 mortar, "Bang him a few times, we won't go up."

In the wrist guard space, there are more than a dozen modified blackheaded cannonballs. He has antidotes on his hands and is not worried about the toxicity of the cannonballs. At most, it will temporarily lose its combat effectiveness and make it difficult for a few days to rest.

"Sir, what's the point of the boat? The rubber bottom broke into pieces after two strokes," two soldiers hurriedly persuaded. The boat was useful, and if it was damaged, it had to swim back.

"Yes, when you go back, you will be heroic," Luo Er did not dare to claim to be powerful for the 30-nautical miles of voyage, and embarrassingly put away the mortar.

Looking at the waterproof watch, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening. If you didn't move, you could only return in shame.

Gritting his teeth, Luo Er took out a grenade launcher. This new type of US military single-soldier has not yet been equipped with the troops. Mary gave him a model of experiment and entrusted Kelly to him. Kelly, who was interested in business, actually threw this firearm in the warehouse and it took three months to remember it.

An hour before boarding the ship, Luo Er got the grenade launcher and ammunition, and threw it directly to his soldiers, asking them to study it for a while, but the live ammunition was not fired.

"Hold it, this thing is used tonight, and it seems that the effect is still not good." Among his five soldiers, two of them played with mortars and they were all sour. It should be fine to use the launcher.

Take out two boxes of grenades, heavy ammunition, and the boat was crushed so hard that it didn't shake much; two boxes of 200 grenades, I don't know what Mary thought, they were all smoke bombs, but there were no fragmented bullets, the whole experiment product.

"The effective range of this launcher is 600 meters. You five don't go ashore. Just hit grenades at sea. Remember, shoot them all out, run away after you finish the fight, wait for me one thousand meters away," After saying that, Luo Er took out some canned kettles, put them on the boat, and flipped over and plopped into the water.

With the strength of defense on the shore, he would not let his soldiers die, so he would stay behind to cover up.

"I'm optimistic about the time and I'll start the fire after a while," he whispered. Luo Er took two baseball bats and swam to the shore.

He can't do it in the sea. At most, he guarantees that he will not be drowned. But if he gets ashore, he will be able to protect himself with his own speed.

Half of his head was exposed on the water surface, Luo Er stared at the movements on the island. If the situation was not good, he would turn back immediately and escape directly. No matter what exercise he did or not, the world would have the greatest life.

"Da Li, brother, I'm just trying to help you, and I can't help you," he muttered in his heart. Luo Er quietly lay on the coast, holding his breath, and letting the thunderous waves flood the body.

He did not respond to Dali's telegram, but he must do what he could do, because he knew that Dali believed in himself and would help him. In order to help Dali, his life and death comrade-in-arms, he had to soak himself in the cold sea water, wait silently, waiting for the noise of the grenade.

In front of him, there was nothing to cover on the bare beach, and the waves that gradually showed their mighty roared and spit out large pieces of white foam, burying Luo Er under the waves.
Chapter completed!