The assault helicopter landed slowly.
Tie Lu's mood was heavy. Old A had lost. Matrix tactics and saturated sniping methods were simply hooligans.
The number of 702 shooting elites in the entire area was almost twice as many as Old A's. The special forces were in awe.
The entire army was annihilated.
What the hell?
Spear techniques, awareness, tactics, coordination, logistics, communications, and other conventional combat factors were all ineffective.
There were precision shooters everywhere.
The feeling of being besieged on all sides was especially sour and refreshing.
Wearing windproof sunglasses, the railway man walked into the command tent of the 702nd regiment coldly.
Wang Qingrui was not enthusiastic when he saw the railway.
His mood was equally heavy. Regiment 702 had also lost.
In this mountain exercise, the 3,000-man heavy troops were reduced by 68% by the special forces squadron. They were one step away from the 70% red line. It was quite tragic.
If Fang Zhan hadn't protected his underpants at the last moment, Regiment 702 would have been beaten naked by Old A.
"Give me two people." The railway went straight to the point.
Wang Qingrui frowned.
Gou Teda wanted to poach people the moment they met, and he even wanted to poach two people at once. Where was his face? Where is your face?
"Haha!" Wang Qingrui sneered. "I'm afraid you didn't sleep well during the exercise these two days. Why are you dreaming in broad daylight?”
Tie Lu shrugged. Before he was transferred to Team A, he was the head of the T Division's reconnaissance department and was an old acquaintance of Wang Qingrui.
Fifteen years back, the two of them had fought against the Nanyue people on the Indo-China Peninsula.
"Old friend, why don't you hear who I want first?”
Wang Qingrui narrowed his eyes.
"Not interested. Not a single soldier from the 702nd Regiment.”
Tie Lu shrugged.
"Old friend, a sniper from Steel Seven Company.”
"The other one is the commander of the tactical array.”
"I want both of them."
The rules of poaching between units in the field army were that if the other unit agreed, you could poach them away. If the other unit did not agree, if your unit was powerful enough, you could go to the higher-ups to get a transfer order and poach them away.
The premise was that the forced poaching had to be put on the table and explained clearly to the other party's chief.
Just like now, when the railway company greeted Wang Qingrui, he wanted someone.
Otherwise, if you secretly took away the tender cabbage that others had painstakingly cultivated, it would be the same as eloping with a girl without asking their parents. It would be a f * cking life-and-death feud.
That's right, we have to be clear about one thing.
The kind of special forces selection in TV dramas, where the grassroots companies sent good soldiers over, it was f * cking nonsense.
The reality was that for the sake of good soldiers, everyone's brains were almost beaten out of their heads.
What was a good soldier?
It was the benchmark faith of the soldiers in the grass-roots companies.
Was it the same for Steel Seven Company to have 561 or not?
A regiment was made up of more than ten companies.
The loss of top talents would cause a chain reaction, causing the company's combat effectiveness to collapse. In the end, the entire regiment would be affected.
If one understood the above, one could understand that it was taboo to secretly poach the backbone of other units.
It was an act that attracted the ire of dogs.
The railway was already mentally prepared to be scolded by Wang Qingrui.
Of course, he could accept it.
What was there to be afraid of?
As an officer, being thick-skinned was the foundation of survival.
If he encountered some amazing talents, advanced equipment, and battle honors, he would not take them from his own unit. He would not fight for them, and he would not complain to his superiors about his poverty. Would he still be worthy of being called a chief officer?
The military career of the captain of the special forces depended on these two spiritual treasures, one was not afraid of death, and the other was shameless.
As soon as the railway finished speaking, the busy staff officer of the 702nd Regiment fell silent. It was not that the staff officer was deliberately eavesdropping on the conversation, but that the railway did not intend to avoid it.
So, what was this?
Team A wanted the sniper of Steel Seventh Company.
He even wanted a tactical commander.
Wait, this was the same person.
Hiss! Private First Class was amazing.
Everyone who knew the inside story had a strange expression on their faces.
Wang Qingrui sneered.
"You're quite arrogant. I'm not afraid to tell you that you can't poach the sniper of the Seventh Steel Company. The father of the Seventh Company commander Gao Cheng is the commander of the A Group Army.”
Hmm?
Tie Lu was stunned.
He hadn't expected this.
If it involved the commander of the field army, it was indeed impossible to poach him away.
It didn't matter, there was still one left.
The railway was full of confidence.
"Old friend, I can give up the sniper of Steel Seven Company, but you must give me the tactical commander of the matrix.”
Wang Qingrui felt a faint sense of pride in his heart. Then, he looked at the railway as if he was looking at a fool.
Tie Lu frowned and had a bad suspicion.
"Old friend, don't tell me that the tactical commander is an officer of the Seventh Steel Company.”
"Oh, that's not it." Wang Qingrui replied casually.
The railroads heaved a sigh of relief.
As long as he wasn't an officer of the Seventh Steel Company.
"He's a soldier of the Seventh Steel Company." Wang Qingrui added.
Are you kidding me? The 702nd Regiment used a sergeant as a battlefield commander?
"Private First Class!" Wang Qingrui smiled.
Dong dong dong!
Tie Lu's heart was beating wildly.
The calm captain of Team A was shocked.
If it was a non-commissioned officer, he could barely accept it.
Private First Class!
Too showy!
The private first class commanded a group of sharpshooters to eliminate Old A.
Wait, he's Steel Seven Company
Wang Qingrui's annoying voice sounded again.
"Yes, you're right. He's the sniper you want, Private Fang Zhan!”
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