Yan Fang is also an old soldier.

It is said that humans are old and ghosts are old and ghosts are old.

But this time, it was his turn to be confused.

Because when the first day passed, the various units of the D Division reported the situation and found that the entire "Red Arrow" brigade's selection and training personnel seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

On the first night, the entire D Division was on high alert, the post was strengthened three times, and a mobile team was sent to circle the camp.

However, there was no movement...

Early the next morning, Yan Fang got up and sat behind the desk in his room and smoked several cigarettes.

After thinking for a long time, I couldn't figure out what Han Zibao sold in the gourd.

In my imagination, the various competitions between the training team members and the artillery of the D Division did not appear at all, which made Yan Fang feel like he had clenched his fist but hit the cotton.

At noon the next day, Yang Guoqing rushed over. When he opened the door to see him, Yan Fang was very complaining.

"I said you are not afraid that those who are choosing the training team will target you? You're just making trouble!"

Yang Guoqing said: "Old leader, don't worry. I sent people to search for every mountain and jungle next to the camp around me, but no one!"

"Are you sure!?" Yan Fang still couldn't believe that the awesome Han Zixiu only had this little urine.

Yang Guoqing patted his chest and said, "Old Chief, you know me. I dare not say anything else. If you want to be serious about doing things, who in our company could compare with me back then?"

Yan Fang thought about it and thought it was not wrong.

If you want to say that Yang Guoqing is talented, being an officer is not considered a good material, but the importance of being serious.

People are afraid of being serious when doing things.

When Yang Guoqing was an artilleryman, no one was smarter than him when he first stepped down from the company. But a year later, Yang Guoqing's hand was peeled off three layers with calluses. Other soldiers were smarter than him, but they were not serious.

If someone practices ten times, he practices them ten times, hundreds or even thousands of times.

In the second year of the artillery annual training evaluation, his achievement method scored 4.93 points and precision method scored 4.65 points. The bullet-test method scored a full score, and he won the championship in the competition in one fell swoop, becoming a stunning magic gunner.

How much sweat and effort have been put into it? Yan Fangke, who was the battalion commander, clearly understood it.

It can be said that Yang Guoqing is now inseparable from his seriousness.

Yan Fang returned to his chair and sat down. He stayed for a long time but couldn't figure it out.

"National Day, what do you think is going on?" He couldn't help asking his subordinates what they think as a superior.

Yang Guoqing said: "I think there are two possibilities."

"Tell me, look."

"The first possibility." Yang Guoqing said confidently: "It's the special forces brigade that the problem you set is unsolvable. Instead of being caught one by one, it's better not to come and withdraw directly."

Yan Fang said: "I think Han Zibao is not such a person. Tell me about the second possibility."

Yang Guoqing said: "The second possibility is that they deliberately remained silent, and then waited until early tomorrow morning to catch us off guard. If this possibility is true, it will be the time for them to go out all their way tonight until dawn."

Yan Fang nodded slowly and said, "I think your second guess is more reliable. Although Han Zixuan has not had any in-depth contact, he is a arrogant person and will never be so easy to admit defeat."

After saying that, he pressed the cigarette in the ashtray and said, "You keep keeping your snacks. I think something may happen after it will be dark tonight."

"Okay! Old leader, I promise that if you come from the special forces brigade, I will catch one, and if you come from one pair, I will catch another pair! Their individual soldiers are of great quality, but they can't withstand many of us! I don't believe that they are all three-headed and six-armed Nezha!"

Looking at Yang Guoqing's back as he left, Yan Fang walked to the window, couldn't help but lift a corner of the window, and carefully glanced out.

At noon, soldiers came back from the canteen with rice bowls in groups of three or three, and it was obvious that they had just had a meal.

Yang Guoqing's car skillfully passed through the cement road next to the playground and disappeared at the door in the distance.

I stayed up for a few more hours, and the afternoon passed. It was almost seven o'clock in the evening and it finally got dark.

Yan Fang continued to sit in the room and wait.

Wait and wait, but I haven't heard anything strange happening in the surrounding camps.

He even expected a possibility - that is, Han claimed to deliberately alert the enemy, deliberately creating a little bit of chaos around the camp, making himself feel unsafe, and then moved away by car, so that he could lock himself in.

He had made enough mental preparations. Even if he was in a big blow outside, he would not show his face. He would never leave the duty room of the battalion before 7 o'clock tomorrow morning.

At around eight o'clock, the phone on the desk finally rang.

Yan Fang suddenly grabbed the microphone and put it in his ear. Sure enough, the voice of the commander Yang Guoqing came from inside.

"Old Chief! I'm right! They really acted!"

"Are you taking action? Where is it?" Yan Fang asked hurriedly.

Yang Guoqing laughed at the other end of the phone and said, "They didn't even touch the spot right, and they went to the base of the first battalion. However, they were discovered by our patrol sentry and caught two of them."

"Catch two of them?" Yan Fang felt a little incredible. Although the training team members may not be the top players in the reconnaissance force, they are still elites in the field infantry. How could they be easily caught by the artillery soldiers of Yang Guoqing's howitzer regiment of the D Division?

This is simply too embarrassing!

Han Zixiu also said that his vision of confronting soldiers was so vicious. Now it seems that this kid is not really capable of bragging!

Yang Guoqing made a promise on the phone that after this battle, he had already figured out the ability of those soldiers to choose and train, which made Yan Fang feel a hundred times calm, and Han claimed that he would lose.

Yan Fang's many years of military career gave him a habitual experience. The more smooth things go, the more cautious they should be.

He resisted Yang Guoqing and continued to strengthen his vigilance, and never took it lightly. Perhaps Han claimed that he was deliberately letting go, which made Yang Guoqing and other regiment commanders feel that the selection of training soldiers was just a bunch of scattered goods without much ability, and then he was taking action when everyone was careless.

"National Day, remember not to be careless. I think Han Zibao is deliberately showing weakness." He still didn't believe that the training soldiers would be caught by the artillery so easily, and said, "I feel that something is going to happen later!"

Yang Guoqing once again promised that Yan Fang would rest assured that he would have a break early and that nothing would have happened tomorrow morning.

Not long after I put down the phone, it rang again.

When Yan Fang heard this time, he heard that the commander of the D Division called him, saying that many small teams were found outside the camp tonight that were trying to sneak into the military camp. So far, a total of four teams were captured by the D Division patrol team and posts.

This news shocked Yan Fang again.

I thought to myself, Han Zixiu, Han Zixiu, I, Yan Fang, have really misread you. It seems that you are Zhao Kuo, who is very good at talking about the war on paper, and the actual operation is a mess!

It was only eight o'clock, and five small teams had been arrested.

If a small team of four or five people is said to be lost at least one-third of its troops.

Next, there are more than ten hours left. How can you continue to play this game of cat and mouse like fighting beasts?

Sitting in the chair, pinching his eyebrows for a long time, Yan Fang had no hope for Han Zibao. Now that things have come to this, he should think about whether he would let Zhang Hui, the captain of the "Red Arrow" brigade, come and talk to him about this "hunter" squad that Han Zibao wanted to build.

Military spending is always tight, and good steel must be used on the blade.

There is no need to establish a unit like Han Zixuan because it has no meaning, it is just a parallel force that relies on theoretical reports and mouths.

I am quite familiar with Zhang Hui, the captain of the "Red Arrow" brigade. I am an extremely professional and dedicated professional soldier. I have always been decisive and steady and cautious in my work. Unexpectedly, I was in danger of being safe in my later years. I overturned the boat in the gutter and was fooled by Han Zi's claim to be a young man, but I actually ran to him to give him a green light.

To put it bluntly, this training session was also a matter of manpower and material resources. He was blind and believed in this famous Han Zixuan, who believed in what he said about "professional snipers" and "new era special operations", and followed him to weave this set of emperor's new outfit.

Thinking of being irritable, I took the cigarette box again, took a cigarette from it and planned to light it.

Suddenly, the phone rings.

This time, it was not the landline on the desk, but my own mobile phone.

I took my phone and saw the number, it was from home.

"Hey? Ru Ping, what's the matter?"

"Old Yan, where are you?" His wife Ru Ping's anxious voice came from the other end of the microphone.

Yan Fang said: "Didn't I tell you that I'm at the grassroots level?"

"Can you come back quickly? Come back quickly! Something happened at home... something happened..." Ru Ping's voice sounded like she wanted to cry.

A trace of ominous premonition flashed through Yan Fang's heart. The man stood up from the chair and asked quickly: "Don't be anxious, say something, tell me what's wrong?"

"Lele is gone!" Ru Ping finally couldn't help but start sobbing, saying, "Our son is gone, and he hasn't returned home since get out of class. I called all the classmates he might have gone to, but I couldn't find them. Later, I called the teacher, and the teacher said that he left get out of class on time at 5:30. Do you think... will it be a human trafficker..."

"impossible!"

Yan Fang's face turned slightly blue.

Lele was only ten years old. He was busy with his career in his early years and spent all day in the army. This child came out at the age of 34.

Now I am in the fourth grade, and I am in the elementary school near the military dormitory compound. The distance is less than 300 meters, and there are many troops there. How could something happen?

Grandma's, the human trafficker actually hit the heads of the soldiers' families!?

"Don't panic, maybe he's just playing games with people..." The only thing Yan Fang could comfort himself is that his son Lele likes to play street fighters, and sometimes he plays a few games in the game console room near the school.

I have been there to find Lele myself, and this kid... is really worry-free...

"No! Old Yan, do you think I would call you if I hadn't found all the places!? Have I dared to find you when you were working for so many years?! Tell you, Yan Fang! If my son has something, our family will not be able to survive!"

Yan Fang's scalp exploded.

Judging from his breath, Ru Ping is really helpless and looks like she is about to collapse.

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Chapter completed!