1am.

The central part of Shiratori Island, mountainous.

The scouts of Class 1 staggered and lay on a relatively soft grass.

This is a forest.

The moon has risen, looking out from the treetops, you can see the bright moonlight.

It was a good night.

But everyone was in a bad mood.

For the past ten full hours, the 1st class was driven by the infantry battalion to run around like dogs.

Since the first camp landed on the island, the wireless channel has exploded.

Nine classes, each breaking out from different directions.

In one morning, more than 30 people were "killed".

The scouts suddenly discovered that the infantrymen who usually looked down at them were not so bad.

With the support of armored vehicles and artillery, the scout is like a small sports car in front of the 8** truck - regardless of your performance, it will only take a few minutes to crush you.

The 1st Battalion played very cautiously, advancing step by step without being impatient.

Gradually eat away at the Scout's movement and covert range.

The most typical way of playing is to rely on the armored convoy to advance to the edge of the mountain that cannot be advanced, and then start the formation in each row and start a carpet search from the mountain. Call artillery fire directly.

As soon as it explodes, the scouts will withdraw.

As long as it is within sight of the infantry chariot at the foot of the mountain when retreating, it will be swept away by the high-level machine gun on the roof.

As a result, the smoking cans on the head are like fireworks during the Chinese New Year, bursting all over the mountains.

After an operation, the scouts understood.

They came prepared, how to encircle, how to suppress, how to cooperate, how to coordinate, all have the most detailed battle plan to guide.

In the morning contact battle and encounter, the scouts lost their temper completely, so they could only keep searching for convenience, and have been withdrawing towards the mountains.

Fighting against the infantry who hid in the bastard's cover (that's how they describe armored vehicles), many scouts suffered enough and were beaten completely out of temper.

Along the way, squad leader Niu Shilin kept encountering defeated soldiers.

Chen Yingcai of Class 5, more than half of the class "died", and the class leader and class deputy are also "honorable".

Chen Yueqiang of Class 9, as the squad leader, was beaten as a bare commander.

...

These people gathered together, and one class became two classes.

Now, as the squad leader of the first squad, Niu Shilin has naturally become the top leader of these remnants.

According to the rules, as long as it passes 12 o'clock that night, it will automatically enter the escape training session.

Each class can organize their own escape from Shiratori Island.

In what way, no one asked.

The company radio of the 1st company of the reconnaissance battalion will be turned on after 12:00. As long as any squad can launch and leave Shiratori Island smoothly, they can call the surface support ship for support until they return to the sea near the camp.

If you can't beat it, you can only escape.

It's not ashamed.

Scouts have never been hard-core units.

Special operations missions have never been rigid missions.

Most of the reconnaissance behind enemy lines has to face the process of infiltration-reconnaissance-combat-disengagement.

Of course, if it goes undetected, that is the most successful action.

If found, it's not a big deal.

Every reconnaissance troop soldier must master the art of "getting off."

How to escape smoothly?

This can be achieved by developing a retreat plan.

It can also be achieved by relying on the ability of the individual to adapt to changes.

**There are many examples of lone heroes in the counterattack.

Therefore, many reconnaissance teams pin their hopes on after 12 o'clock that night.

At night, the 1st Battalion was not able to search the entire Shiratori Island in one day.

The scouts began to shrink their range of activities and dragged their time.

Everyone reached a consensus on the radio channel - as long as it reaches 12 o'clock, the squads with combat capabilities will gather their personnel, and from now on, they will break through in different directions.

There is an advantage to spreading out.

The goal is small, and the action is flexible, and it is not easy to be caught in one pot.

It is also possible to find the weak position of the encirclement, make a breakthrough from there, and wait for the other cooperating forces of the 1st battalion to recover, and the people have already gone into the sea.

This plan sounds great.

However, when 12 o'clock came and everyone broke out according to the original plan, they realized that their thoughts were too naive.

Older gingers are more spicy.

The coastline of Shiratori Island adds up to 47 kilometers. After removing some twists and turns, and removing some places where cliffs and cliffs are not suitable for leaving, the actual coastline that needs to be controlled is only more than 30 kilometers.

For this kind of terrain, the 1st Battalion Commander Zheng Shengli had already considered it thoroughly.

In places that are not suitable for going to sea, set up control points in units of machine gun companies.

For places suitable for swimming in the sea, the defense line is arranged on the dirt road around the island.

Dirt roads are generally 100 meters or even hundreds of meters away from the sea. In this way, the perimeter of the control circle is virtually reduced, making the entire control line shorter and easier to control.

The 1st Company of the reconnaissance battalion, which was the first to break out and retreat, was the eighth squadron.

As a result, as soon as they arrived not far from the sea, they encountered a patrol convoy of the 1st Battalion.

Under the heavy artillery fire, the eighth squadron lost more than half and could only retreat to the mountains.

The other squads were attacked by infantry in less than ten minutes, and no squad was able to cross the line of fire.

On the radio, various bad news came one after another.

The sixth class was wiped out...

Class 8 hung up 6 people...

The fourth class monitor and class deputy are honored...

The team led by Niu Shilin was the most likely to break through the defense line. He was the one with the best marksmanship. At night, he almost shot one at a time.

And there are many of him.

After gathering the remnants of several squads, the number reached 18.

Unfortunately.

The other squads were defeated early, and the infantry's support force quickly rushed to the scene, and the detachment commanded by Niu Shilin fought again.

In the end, the two scouts smoked and "died", and they also caught up with the deputy Lin Sheng.

The breakout was unsuccessful, and the three became "corpses".

"Squad leader... we're done..."

Diao Ke didn't take off her backpack, just leaned on the ground and stared at the moon in the sky.

No one spoke.

In fact, many people want to muster up the courage to cheer themselves up and give themselves a little hope of victory.

It's just that I couldn't find one that could comfort myself after searching all over.

It seems that the 1st Battalion's line of defense is impregnable.

To break through is simply a fantasy.

Niu Shilin was upset.

If they can't break through, tomorrow the infantry will continue to advance, continue to search the mountains, and the scope of their activities will become smaller and smaller. In the end, it will be like catching a turtle in a urn, waiting to be captured in one net.

Li Hanyu shook his water bottle.

There was a faint sound of water inside.

Water is running out.

Now, Li Hanyu's lips were terribly dry, and his throat was on fire.

During the day to avoid the encirclement and suppression of infantry, there is no time to collect fresh water.

Not to mention that the only water source was poisoned and polluted, even if it was not polluted, the 1st battalion commander Zheng Shengli would definitely send someone to guard there, waiting for someone to take the bait, just like the lions and crocodiles in the African savannah most like to look for prey near the water source.

"Squad leader, how much water do you have there?"

Niu Shilin looked at Li Hanyu and picked up his water bottle.

His lips were also chapped.

Shake it.

With a wry smile, "I guess I only have two mouthfuls of water..."

Watching everyone take out their water bottles one after another and start checking their food.

There is not much water, and the situation of forgetting food is not optimistic.

There is no time to collect fresh water, and no time to collect food.

Now, on everyone's body, there are more or less compressed cookies.

The fresh water was all that was left after the last collection the night before yesterday. After a daytime battle, under the high physical exertion, the water was almost cut off.

This training almost pushed the 1st reconnaissance company to a dead end.

Now everyone understands what a child's play the previous survival training was.

When there is no threat from the enemy, there is plenty of time, just to conduct fixed-point reconnaissance on some things that will not move, and the rest has plenty of time to collect water and food.

Once discovered by the enemy, food and water cannot be guaranteed at all.

It's not bad to escape if you can escape, and there is still time to find water and food.

"It's over, it's over..."

Another soldier groaned.

"No water, no food... Fuck it! I'm running out of strength now..."

"The troops and horses will go ahead without food and forage. Now I know what this means. Fighting is fighting logistics..."

Some even began to complain publicly about the solemnity.

"The deputy company commander did too. He didn't say he would fight against the 1st battalion before he set off. He was halfway through the mission when he arrived on the island, and he suddenly came here. What should we do! If we knew it earlier, we would bring some bazookas and the like, at least Can you handle their armored vehicles?"

"That's right, I didn't do that in training..."

Complaints abound.

Niu Shilin listened silently without speaking.

Anger is real.

No equipment, no food and water supply.

The troops are desperate.

what to do?

Niu Shilin's mind was constantly spinning, and countless thoughts and ideas flashed through his mind.

Here, he has the highest military rank and is the leader of the squad. It is his responsibility to bring these comrades out of trouble.

Suddenly, a flash of light flashed through my mind.

...

Inside the camp of the Haiphong Company.

At the gate, the dejected scouts entered the camp one by one.

The special combat camouflage on his body has long been dirty, and everyone's face is painted with camouflage oil, so they can't see their expressions clearly.

However, it can be seen from the eyes that their spirit has been thwarted.

The Haiphong Company has set aside a place in the corner of the camp to set up tents for the "killed" scouts to rest.

Under the guidance of the watchful island guards from the Haiphong Company, and amid the laughter of the 1st Battalion battalion soldiers, the scouts who had withdrawn from the confrontation exercise reluctantly walked into their own territory.

The other scouts who had already reported here before saw their companions and quickly stepped forward to say hello.

"You're here too, fuck! What about the rest of our class?"

"Hiding in the mountains..."

"Huh? Why are all our classes here?"

"It's all hung up, of course!"

The person who answered was not angry, so don't panic.

"..."

Next is silence.

He walked over solemnly, stood in front of these soldiers, and said to them: "Hurry up and put down your things, those who want to take a bath, go to bathe, and those who want to eat, eat quickly, and the cooking team will cook for you."

In fact, all the scouts who came here were tired and thirsty.

However, no one has an appetite.

No one moved.

Standing solemnly and quietly for a while, he said, "Victory and defeat are common affairs in military affairs, you should be glad that you lost in the exercise, not on the battlefield. If you lost in the exercise, there is still a chance to come back, and you will still be able to do it in the future. Again, if on the battlefield, you'd be in the morgue by now, waiting to be evacuated."

Still no one spoke.

After a while, someone finally couldn't stand it anymore.

"Deputy company commander, this kind of confrontation is not fair at all!"

Zhuang Yan nodded slightly: "Yes, it's not fair. The infantry battalion has armored vehicles, machine gun companies, large-caliber machine guns, and guns. You only have rifles and pistols."

He sighed and said: "You are amphibious scouts, not infantry, I have very high requirements for you, and I trained according to the requirements of the special forces. I have already said that you should not think that you are wearing this special warfare camouflage. You look good in clothes and are awesome. Usually when you go to other companies, people will look at you highly. But you have to be worth it, and you deserve it! I can say that it is not that you have no chance to win, but that you made a mistake. The way we play. If it was me, I dare say we can win.”

This made all the scouts raised their heads.

They looked at their company commander.

Many people feel that Majestic is bragging again.

But think about it, and feel believable.

Because the brilliance that solemnly blew has been realized.

There are no exceptions.

"Deputy company commander, if it were you, how would you win?" someone asked.

"I will not disclose the answer for the time being. This is a closed-book test. After the test, when I return to the camp, I will comment on your performance this time. It is unfair to say that the equipment is unfair, I admit. But there is no chance of winning at all. , I think it's your own problem."

After speaking, he waved his hand: "Go! Take a bath, drink water and eat, don't damage your body. Want to know how to win? I won't say, some things are meaningful and rewarding only when you experience them yourself. .Failure is the mother of success. The old ancestor's saying is very philosophical. You can gain some lessons and experience from failure. This is the harvest, not me to tell you. Remember, soldiers who rely too much on their superiors are not A real good soldier."

Leaving the camping area solemnly, he returned to the big tree in front of the barracks.

Zheng Shengli and several battalion chief officers and staff were drinking tea there~lightnovelpub.net~ chatting and laughing.

Seeing Zhuang Yan, Zheng Shengli comforted: "Deputy company commander Zhuang, don't blame your own soldiers! To be honest, they are already very good. You see, 51 people were killed, and I also got 27 here. Still In the absence of heavy weapons, with such a large gap in equipment, I admire them very much, these soldiers are all good soldiers!"

While talking, serve Zhuang Yan to tea.

Zhuang Yan smiled and said, "Captain Zheng, you may have made a mistake. I didn't blame my soldiers. It's normal to fail. I also tried the taste of failure when I was a soldier."

With that said, he took the teacup and took a sip of tea.

Then he raised his eyes and looked at Zheng Shengli.

Zheng Shengli noticed that Zhuang Yan was looking at himself, so he asked, "Deputy company commander Zhuang, I'm not a pretty big girl. You stare at me without blinking. Am I that good-looking?"

He was in a very good mood, smiling like Maitreya Buddha.

Zhuang Yan suddenly said: "No, I was thinking, you just said that 51 of my men were killed, that is to say, I still have 39 soldiers still alive and kicking in the jungle."

At this point, the man suddenly grinned.

"I think...we still have a chance to win."

Zheng Shengli was stunned at first, then looked left and right at his deputy and staff.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Almost at the same time, the officers of the 1st Battalion burst into deafening laughter.

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