My son is obviously a dandy, so why did he become a tiger of the empire?

Southwest Command.

A military vehicle was parked downstairs.

Wang Chen and a senior officer got out of the car and knocked on the door of the office.

"Come in."

The two pushed the door in and saluted Xu Qianshan: "Report to the chief, the Shura Special War Squadron, the squadron leader Jing Jian is reporting to you!"

"Reporting to the chief, the Shura special warfare squadron, the deputy captain Wang Chen is reporting to you!"

Xu Qianshan nodded and asked them to sit down.

Let the secretary make a cup of tea by himself.

"Are you ready?" he asked seriously.

The two immediately stood up: "Always be ready!"

Xu Qianshan smiled slightly, and waved him to sit down: "Introduce the situation in the war zone. We mainly have mountain divisions and infantry divisions. There are few mechanized troops, and the situation of each regiment is the same. So this time, I want to break the traditional tradition. .”

"Kings" are always comparing themselves, and there is no pressure to compare half a catty with eighty two, at most it is a mess. "

"Competing with opponents of the same level, they will never know how strong the enemy is, so this time, I invite you Shura to come here, so that you can be imaginary enemies and teach them a lesson!"

Jing Jian and Wang Chen looked at each other, and said with a smile: "Thank you to the leaders for giving us the opportunity, teaching them a lesson is also giving us a chance to exercise ourselves."

Xu Qianshan nodded with a smile.

that's the truth.

The Shura Special Warfare Squadron is the trump card special warfare in the Central Plains Theater.

It is also a first-line special force, and its strength is several steps higher than that of Black Tiger.

Letting them hone each regiment is in itself an improvement for themselves.

At the same time, allowing a regiment to compete with the infantry's peak combat power can also make the grassroots troops realize how big the gap in strength is.

He said solemnly: "The purpose of this competition is not to select the best troops, but to give them a blow in the head and let them know how weak they are now, so that they can improve."

"So, when you strike, don't show mercy, the harder you strike, the better!"

Wang Chen smiled: "If we don't save any sympathy and wipe them all out, how will we rank first and second?"

Xu Qianshan smiled slightly: "I have already thought about this, as long as you reduce the number of people participating in the battle a little."

"Which regiment has the least number of deaths in the end, the one who ranks higher. If the remaining number is the same, the final judgment will be based on the time it lasts."

"The longer the survival time and the more people are retained, the winner."

He solemnly said: "This is a very arduous task. Whether you can make them realize the gap and strive for progress depends entirely on you!"

The two stood up and saluted: "I promise to complete the task!"

Then they briefly chatted about some details, and they left the office.

Xu Qianshan sat on the chair and sighed in his heart: "The road to a strong army is a long way to go! This time, I want to see which regiment can stand out and persevere until the end!"

If any regiment can survive under the hands of the Asura Squadron, it shows that it is strong enough.

At that time, they will definitely receive key training.

The mainstay of the future development of the theater.

Coming down from upstairs, Jing Jian looked at Wang Chen and said, "Wang Chen, this time is not only a training for others, but also a test for us, we can't relax."

Wang Chen nodded with a smile: "Of course, no matter the enemy is strong or weak, we treat them equally, and we will never take them lightly. Killing them all and removing their psychological shadow is the greatest respect for them."

Jing Jian laughed: "You are right, so I am going to split up this time. You will bring a group of people, and I will lead a group of people."

Wang Chen also had a confident smile on his face: "Okay, this time, let's kill them all!"

……

The next morning.

Lin Hui stood by the flower bed, looking forward to it.

Soon, trucks drove over in the distance.

Lin Hui was so excited that he hurried up to meet him.

The car door opened, and just as Wang Yixue jumped out of the car, a figure rushed in front of her and grabbed her hand.

Lin Hui smiled brightly: "Thank you, thank you, at the critical moment, I still have to look at you!"

Wang Yixue was slightly taken aback, and quickly withdrew her hand: "Last time I said, if you need help, just ask, you don't have to be so polite."

Lin Hui stared at the truck, and said with a chuckle: "Sure enough, you are the one who is righteous. I haven't said to help, but you have predicted in advance, and you will help first."

Wang Yixue blushed slightly: "I know your regiment's weapons and equipment are poor, and they just bought new ones, so I brought them here for you."

Lin Hui's face immediately collapsed: "What, the equipment they replaced?"

Wang Yixue snorted: "Why, don't you look down on me? The equipment they replaced are all overpowered by you!"

real or fake?

Lin Hui walked up suspiciously, lifted the tarpaulin, and his eyes burst out.

It turned out that all of them were Type 95 assault rifles.

Now, they still use 81 bars.

Although the 95 is not as powerful as the 81 bar, it is small in size, light in weight, easy to carry, and much more comprehensive.

Lin Hui went in to check, and found that there were still 80 fires, 120 fires inside!

These are all weapons of jungle combat power.

Especially the 120 fire is a magic weapon for attacking solid targets, basically a child with one shot.

Even heavy armor and bunkers can be easily blown to pieces.

Open the wooden box next to it, and inside are a pair of standard 92 pistols.

In addition, there are rifle grenades, anti-personnel mines, bouncing mines...

And rock nails, ropes, and other field professional tools.

Lin Hui jumped out of the car with a smile on his face like a flower.

It's even happier than seeing a group of naked beauties, seeing mountains of gold and silver.

Wang Yixue crossed her waist and looked at him proudly: "How about it, do you still dislike it now?"

Lin Hui shook his head like a rattle, and said happily, "Grandma, you really helped us a lot!"

Wang Yixue said modestly: "It's just a little effort, it's not a big deal, there's no need to be so exaggerated."

Lin Hui shook his head: "This is not a small favor, this is a real big favor, you are a living Bodhisattva, a boy who gives money, God of Wealth! When I look back, I will definitely enshrine you and let the whole group come to pay their respects to you Glory!"

Wang Yixue was speechless: "Stop, stop, the more you talk, the more outrageous it is!"

Lin Hui chuckled, and hurriedly called for someone to come over and move things.

A group of people heard that they were here to give away weapons and equipment, and they were all happy.

"Thank you sister-in-law!"

"Sister-in-law is so beautiful!"

Wang Yixue's face turned red, and she complained, "Your soldiers are just like you, they love talking nonsense!"

Lin Hui moved his face closer, and said with a smile, "Last time you said you would tell me the answer next time we meet, so should you tell me now?"

Wang Yixue blushed like an apple, and shyly turned her back: "I'll tell you when you get the ranking in the martial arts competition."

"Cut!" Lin Hui immediately rolled his eyes: "Who cares?"

Wang Yixue also snorted: "Then let me tell you another important piece of information, do you want to hear it?"

Lin Hui was taken aback: "What information?"