The solar system is broken

Just when the train was half drunk, it stopped with a skipping sound.

"Woo~"

The whistle made a mournful sound and then slowly stopped on the railway.

"Sentence~" The train siren sounded directly.

The searchlights overhead were fully turned on, illuminating the coniferous forest beside the road.

The slanting shadows stretched in those brown areas, like ghosts.

Nervous security personnel quickly climbed from the outside of the train to the roof with their 98k in hand, quickly set up the machine gun, and pointed the black muzzle at the pine forest dozens of meters away.

"Quick, quick, quick!"

The whole train was in chaos.

Failure to park at a predetermined location during wartime means the enemy.

Fortunately, the military quality of these soldiers was not bad and there was not much panic.

"Shet!"

The machine gunner pressed the machine gun in his hand, gasping for air, his fingers already hanging on the tongue of the gun.

"Sentence~"

The sharp flare pulled out a roar from the locomotive and exploded at the top of the pine forest.

The small parachute dragged the burning material and slowly fell in the sky.

Far away in the deep forest, everyone cleared away the intruders.

He is wearing an earth-colored military uniform, a small standard steel helmet on his head, and a uniform military bag on his back.

A blue flag with two words bayonet written in Chinese in red letters!

The two characters are written with a calligraphy brush, and the characters look a bit like Feibai.

There is a lot of white space and a lot of strength.

own people.

"cut!"

An officer gently put down the telescope in his hand, looked at the machine gunner shivering on the roof of the car, and let out a snort of disdain.

If there is any decent precision shooting weapon on the other side, the machine gunner who climbs on the roof of the vehicle will be a living target.

However, this cold weapon against the Shang Empire was just the opposite. A machine gun in a small carriage would have a hard time guarding the beginning and end of a line of trains.

A cavalry raid will inevitably go wrong, so the city-state military regulations clearly require that machine gunners climb onto the roof of the train within 3 minutes of hearing the siren and set up fire points to provide stable fire support for the entire train defense.

Putting down the telescope in his hand, the young officer's face was covered in bruises and bruises from frostbite.

At the end of September, the temperature is very low at night in the north.

"Handle their guns!"

"Yes!" The soldier had no doubt about this abnormal order.

Holding rifles, they surrounded the train tightly.

At this moment, the writer with the highest military rank in the whole train came out from the crack of the door with his pants lifted.

A team of 1,500 people stood in front of the writer. The writer looked at his men with guns in bewilderment and disarmed all his guards.

"Does this count as having my gun surrendered?"

"Crack!"

A soldier with a gun in his hand saluted the writer and said, "Comrade Major, the train has been requisitioned by our department."

The writer is a staff officer, so he naturally has a military rank.

Although the number of troops in the entire city-state has not exceeded 3,000, as a military headquarters, the military headquarters is the unit.

The writer's identity is naturally a military staff officer. According to Huoshan's military organizational design, the writer is considered to be a deputy regimental-level military officer.

Generally speaking, officers at the deputy regimental level should be awarded the rank of lieutenant colonel.

But as a newbie, the writer moved his character down a level and changed it to major.

"Number!" Although the writer had just finished exercising and was a little confused before he understood the situation, he was not stupid.

"Regiment 112!" The soldier raised his eyes and glanced at this very young staff officer. He couldn't believe that this man turned out to be a school officer.

The soldier's tone was scornful and he saw another blood-related waste.

112?

According to the naming rules of unit numbers, the first 1 represents the military region number, which is the Youzhou Army Military Region, and the second 1 represents the directly subordinate sequence, which according to current theory is the 100th Division. The 2 represents the regiment-level sequence, generally speaking, it is based on the order of formation.

Calculate.

However, this is very different from the previous serial number of China.

The Chinese military system adopts the "three-three system", so the division numbers are arranged according to the corps number multiplied by three, and the regiment numbers are arranged according to the division number multiplied by three. The smallest number is the single digit, and the largest number is the hundreds digit.

For example, the 55th Army has the 163rd Division, the 164th Division, the 165th Division and the Army Artillery Regiment, and the 163rd Division has the 487th Regiment, the 488th Regiment, the 489th Regiment and the Division Artillery Regiment.

Only then did the writer realize that the army that intercepted the special train was the newly formed second regiment that Huo Shan had placed in Youzhou.

"Do you know the nature of cutting off our special train?"

The writer looked at the arrogant soldiers of the 112th Bayonet Regiment inspecting the train with a cold face, and was very angry.

Although he, as a writer, thinks he has no dignity at all, it is not pleasant to be disturbed when he is working hard.

Coupled with this arrogant attitude, even he couldn't bear it anymore.

When the writer came up, he just slapped him in the face, and he didn't believe that the other party could do anything to him.

Behind the writer are the vested interest groups of the entire city-state, the left half of the MPs.

The equipment belongs to the research institute, and the man belongs to the seven-man general. What are you playing with him on the other side?

What are you playing with him for?

"I'm going to court-martial you!"

"You are destroying the city-state..."

Snap!

The soldier patted him, hung his rifle on his shoulder, and walked away without looking back.

"Speed ​​up!"

The writer covered his face in grievance, half paralyzed on the ground, and the palm prints on his face were particularly obvious.

Don't dare to fight?

Never heard of it.

If it weren't for the fact that he was a major, he would have been killed with one knife.

"Sir~"

Several soldiers from the security section asked the writer in low voices, but they didn't mention it.

The leader of the 112th Regiment touched the beard on his chin and twitched the corners of his mouth, "Heizi is really brave."

A school official will beat you whenever he says.

"Tch!" The messenger carrying the radio on his back sneered, "Blue-blooded people are used to being arrogant. It's better to give them a cure."

"Xiao Wu," the group leader unfolded a piece of kraft paper in his arms. On it was a map with extremely detailed markings.

A red line draws across the east side of the meander.

I glanced at the episode before the train and didn't pay much attention to it.

During war, military comes first, this is the answer given by Huo Shan.

The military department was not afraid of anything happening and just fought.

"You are still too young."

Shake his head.

Blue-blooded people are able to control an entire city-state with a very small population. They are not as simple as they seem.

"The leader always says this, but it's not necessarily true that those fat-headed second-generation ancestors have any abilities!"

The group leader squinted his eyes, glanced at the writer who was being helped up by the crowd, and shook his head.

But what he was denying was not the blue-blooded man, but the communications soldier.

"Don't talk about this, just give the news to Youzhou that the bayonet is in place."

What should the 112th Regiment fight in this position?

It is dozens of miles away from Hequ and Mengchenghai.

If Huicheng is not a front line, then this place is not even a front line.

This is the brilliance of Huo Shan's use of troops.

"Those who were good at fighting in the past were first invincible, and then waited for the enemy to become victorious.

The invincible lies with oneself, but the victorious lies with the enemy.”