Golden Greenery

Jiushan's reconnaissance team escorted the prisoners and disappeared into the vast night. Just ten minutes after they left, a team consisting of infantry armored vehicles, wheeled personnel carriers, jeeps, communication vehicles, field cooking trucks... etc. A huge convoy consisting of twenty or thirty vehicles of various types arrived here, and a large number of personnel of all kinds disembarked from the convoy, including a fully armed infantry company.

The entire arriving convoy and troops immediately seemed to be in a boiling pot, running around and making noise like headless flies. The intelligence department of the Red Army detected that there was a sudden movement of the Blue Army that night, but the reason and movement were unknown.

Jiu Shan had no way of knowing all this, and he was still in radio silence. The only thing he had to do was to run forward as hard as he could, using his keen sense of counter-reconnaissance to avoid one after another Blue Army patrol units and increasingly rare defensive sentries.

Why not drive away those Warrior Jeeps? It's simple. Jiushan knows that each of these cars is equipped with a positioning device that is difficult to remove. Are you driving it to attract wolves?

As a result, the six prisoners were in bad luck. They were kicked and beaten by these soldiers and bandits along the way, and they stumbled and rolled around.

Using GPS and analysis of the situation, Jiushan led a group of people to successfully rush out of the core area of ​​the entire exercise from the Blue Army's rear diagonal thrust at noon the next day, and arrived at the edge zone defined by the exercise. .

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After the reform and opening up, China began to rapidly integrate with the world, and both the best and the worst were accepted by our great China. In ancient China, brothel hooks and ajar doors in the eight major alleys have been revived by the spring breeze of reform. Not to mention big cities, even small counties have a whole street of shampoo rooms.

Every city in China has begun to have its own red light district, such as Jixiang Village and Honghui Road in Xi'an. Although the government considers them illegal, the public has long been accustomed to them. This wave of flesh and blood business is rapidly spreading from big cities to remote areas, even the desolate hinterland of Inner Mongolia grassland is no exception.

Zhuri and the nearby herdsmen who got rich first and those smart people found a way to make money. They took advantage of the year-round military exercises here and drove around in their newly bought or second-hand Iveco minibuses, selling those items that were hung on their cars. Outside, there are handicrafts and local specialties such as donkeys and machetes. Of course, these things are just superficial cover-ups, and the real mystery lies inside.

Inside the Iveco, all the seats in the back rows were removed, and the carriage was covered with a large Simmons mattress. Lying on the mattress were two gorgeous, scantily clad, heavily made-up girls who spoke broken Mandarin.

This place is full of strong warriors who have nowhere to show off all year round. These Ivecos wander around selling their skins and flesh. The officers and soldiers of our army affectionately call these Ivecos "mobile artillery trucks."

The bosses of mobile artillery trucks like soldiers because they are civilized and polite, never default on debts, have good credit, and will attract a large group of soldiers and fellow soldiers of the same age when they return home after spending their own money. Soldiers like mobile artillery vehicles because they care about the soldiers' concerns and think about what the soldiers want. More importantly, the prices here are low, door-to-door delivery is available, and the bosses are generous and generous, often buying three and getting one free.

There is no doubt that mobile artillery vehicles have made an indelible contribution to the harmonious military-civilian relations and the construction of dual support.

Mobile artillery vehicles have existed here for several years, and all the troops who come here for exercises are accustomed to them. These mobile artillery vehicles often break into the camps of both sides during the exercise, and sometimes they can drive into the war zone.

This exercise is of a very high level, with very tight control over the area. The red and blue sides have strict management on the entry and exit of officers and soldiers. But the problem is, the owners and bosses of these gun trucks don’t know! They still gathered around him as usual, but after running all day they couldn't make a few deals, and they couldn't even pay for gas.

Battelle is such a boss. He is worried that business is not going well this time. ‘Bater’ means hero in Mongolian, and is a very common name among the Mongolian people.

Jiushan rushed out with everyone and bumped into Battle and his mobile artillery truck.

With his carefree and familiar nature, Jiushan and Battle became buddies within a few minutes. The two of them were laughing and joking.

Is it hard to do business? You don't know this. The control is strict this time and you can't get out at all. You can't touch anyone by wandering around like this, and you can only attract wolves. what is it now? Easy to handle! You don't know where the troops are loosely controlled, I know! I know where the logistical repair supplies are, I'll just take you there.

Brother Battelle, please get us all on board, and I’ll give you the fare when we get there. We soldiers haven't lied to you, have we? If you can't make any more money by going to the place I pointed out to you, just slap...,...anti-aircraft machine gun shells in my face? Is that even a problem? Brother, let me get you a sack!

Battle waved his hand: Brothers, get in the car quickly and don’t ask me for the fare. We Mongolian men can pee three feet in the wind...

A large group of people, including prisoners, were all crowded on the Simmons mattress of the mobile artillery truck. Among the crowd were two trembling little girls. Iveco made a large arc along the edge of the exercise area and drove crazily towards the Red Army division headquarters. People stopped and the car kept stopping along the way, and the soldiers of the special agent company took turns driving. In the open prairie, I wanted to step on the accelerator pedal into the fuel tank.

Tellitzer, a former second-level police officer of the Hannover Police Department in Germany, should be allowed to take a look and see how the Chinese drove an Iveco beyond the speed of a Porsche.

The eyes of the six prisoners changed from anger at first, to despair, and then to pleading. Especially the 'fat engineer' who had a conversation with Jiushan obviously had something to say. But Jiushan didn't want to listen to them, and he never took out the smelly socks from his mouth.

Jiushan said to the fat engineer: "I'm really sorry. It's all for exercises and missions. It's not that I don't want to listen to you, but I don't dare to listen to you. You are all engineers and leaders, joining the army. You may have gotten to know some of our elders and leaders over the years. As soon as you speak out, we will be in trouble. It doesn’t matter if you let me go or not. If I let you go, I am indulging the enemy privately. If you don’t let me go, I will offend you. Boss, I won't listen to anything. Just be patient and you will feel comfortable when you arrive at our division headquarters. You are all experts from above. No one will laugh at you for being prisoners. I can only say that the Blue Army's defense is too cowardly. I feel aggrieved. I'll treat you to a drink at the division headquarters to make amends..."

There was nothing to say to the prisoner, but Jiushan and Battle had a lively chat along the way. Battle banged his chest loudly: Brother, go play some fun, go play some fun with two female dolls, brother, I don’t want money, just play two more games. You all go have some fun...

After running for a whole day and night, Iveco finally entered the Red Army's garrison area. Relying on his identity and pass as a special agent company, the mobile artillery truck passed unimpeded in the eager eyes of the officers and soldiers at each checkpoint. It was not until it rushed to the entrance of the division that it was stopped by the guard company.

Staff Lin from the division headquarters came out to greet him after getting the news. He was shocked when he saw the fat engineer being escorted by Jiushan.

——"Mr. Xiang, why are you here?"

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