Red-Headed Transfer Order, Head to the General Staff Department! Kneel and tip!
The next morning.
A document printed in red came out of the headquarters.
They were distributed to the brigade commanders of the Mountain Eagle Brigade and the Blue Army Brigade who were about to participate in the military exercise.
In an instant.
The entire region was shocked.
An earthquake swept through the entire Central China Military Region.
"What is it? Asking our Mountain Eagle Brigade to participate in a confrontation exercise with the Blue Army Brigade, which was established less than two months ago? Isn't this nonsense!"
At the Mountain Eagle Brigade station.
In the brigade commander's office.
Ma Ying Cai looked at the document in his hand, his entire person not feeling well.
The magnificent Mountain Eagle Brigade.
The trump card army of the military region was actually forced to accompany a group of weak civilian officers. Wasn't this an insult to the Mountain Eagle Brigade?
Ma Ying Cai's furious voice resounded throughout the entire office.
Almost everyone outside the corridor could clearly hear how angry the brigade commander was at this moment.
Having lived in the army for more than ten years, this was the first time he had heard such absurd news.
It was unbelievable.
"Alright, things have already come to this. What's the use of being angry? Could it be that you can ask the commander to withdraw this order?”
Niu Shan looked at his old friend's dark face and could not help but persuade him.
They wanted their Mountain Eagle Regiment to face a newly formed cannon fodder regiment head-on.
If it wasn't nonsense, what was it?
To be honest, even as a staff officer, he did not expect the leaders of the headquarters to make such a ridiculous decision.
"But I'm just angry. This is clearly looking down on people!”
Ma Ying then slammed the document in his hand on the desk.
Bang!
A crisp sound rang out in the room.
He had no objections to the military exercise, but he wanted to bully a bunch of rookies.
This was a little insulting.
It was a newly established Blue Army Brigade, and it only had half of its members.
How could they fight?
It was disgraceful to win, and even more embarrassing to lose.
This made Ma Ying feel very awkward.
"Alright, don't be angry. It's better to think about what tactics we should use to deal with this digitized army in the next few days!”
"Besides, we don't have much time left!”
Niu Shan tried to persuade his brigade commander.
This old man was good in everything except for his short temper and straightforward personality.
He couldn't bear to see anything bad.
"What's there to think about? Isn't it like this every year? According to the original plan of the director department, it would be fine as long as they followed the steps!”
Ma Ying Cai expressed his disdain.
Compared to other warriors of the same rank, it was still worth his attention.
However, if the target was the Blue Army Corps…
He expressed that he did not have any free time at all. Just looking at it gave him a headache.
……
"What did you say? Am I going to be transferred to the Blue Army Staff?”
In the canteen, Fang Ping's eyes widened as he looked at the brigade commander's document in front of him. He was in doubt.
It hadn't been long since the last group arena.
He had thought that he would be able to relax for a while, but who would have thought that things would be so sudden?
He didn't know what was wrong with him, but it was simply a fantasy for a cook like him to be an advisor.
"Yes, that's what the transfer order says!”
The secretary pointed at the transfer order in Fang Ping's hand and said calmly.
Not to mention Fang Ping, even he had not expected this at all.
One day, he actually brought a notice from his superiors to invite a cook.
"Um, can I not go?"
Fang Ping tried his last struggle.
He was doing well in the kitchen, but he was not used to being an adviser.
Most importantly…
Staff officers were so busy, racking their brains to come up with plans and countermeasures.
Cooking soldiers were still better.
Every day, he only cooked simple meals and took time off at night to complete his physical training.
This was not a burden to him, who had the physique of a Soldier King.
Without waiting for the secretary to speak.
"No, I have to go!"
An anxious voice suddenly came from the side, causing Fang Ping to turn around subconsciously.
Instantly, a bitter expression appeared on his face.
"Class monitor, why are you here?" he said helplessly.
"Why can't I come? If I didn't come, wouldn't you be in trouble?”
Pan Cheng ran out of the kitchen in a hurry and came before Fang Ping, pointing at his nose and cursing.
What a good opportunity!
Ordinary people could not even beg for it.
In ancient times, they were military strategists.
Not only did this kid not appreciate it, he even thought about not going.
Motherf * cker.
Fortunately, he was not the one who gave birth to him. Otherwise, he would have beaten him to death.
Why was it that he couldn't help such a useless thing?
After Pan Cheng had taught Fang Ping a lesson, he turned to the secretary with a fawning expression.
"That comrade, don't listen to his nonsense. This kid stays in the kitchen all day. His brain is fried!”
"Don't worry, I didn't take it to heart. Besides, I'm just a messenger. This is the decision of the higher-ups.”
the secretary said with a smile.
Pan Cheng was relieved to hear this.
"That's good, that's good!"
Immediately after, he once again aimed the spearhead at the silent Fang Ping.
"What are you waiting for, brat? Hurry up and get lost with your transfer order!”
Pan Cheng roared at Fang Ping.
Fang Ping was helpless. He could only reluctantly take the transfer order from the secretary and say,"Thank you!"
"Hehe, you're welcome. The transfer order says that Comrade Fang Ping needs to pack your things immediately today and report to the staff officer department. Because the exercise is about to start soon, time is rather urgent!”
The secretary left after giving Fang Ping a few reminders.
Fang Ping and his class monitor, Pan Chang, were left speechless.
"What are you looking at, brat? You don't know how lucky you are. Pack your things and get lost!”
Pan Cheng cursed angrily and turned around to walk towards the kitchen.
Only Fang Ping stood where he was, looking at the transfer order in his hand with a helpless expression.
Fine, it had only been a few days.
He had to change locations again.
He didn't know which bastard had a grudge against him.
Wasn't it good to stay in one place obediently?
Fang Ping did not know yet.
The person he was talking about was Old Zhu, who always liked to ask him strange questions.
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