Chapter 172: The young general in the war neglected the situation
“After killing the sentry in ambush, he quietly placed explosives on the radar and placed a tripwire mine at the door of the radar soldier’s tent.”
“Annan The special agent team attacked a tent, one with a rocket launcher and the other with a submachine gun. The radar soldier He rushed out of the tent in panic and detonated the trip wire mine..."
Fang Yan simply wrote the entire process of the "Symbolin Radar" incident. From the enemy's pre-war intelligence acquisition to infiltration operations, When it came to the evacuation from the battlefield, the planning and organization were extremely rigorous, causing an unexpected and serious blow.
In his own writing, Agent Annan is not weakened or even mentally retarded. Instead, he is as cunning and cruel as the "Yamamoto Agent Team" in "Bright Sword".
For example, they will use the principle of "doing no harm to civilians" to infiltrate in disguise, deceive and ambush them.
Dialect does not deify the special forces into the "anti-Japanese drama", which involves ripping monkeys with hands, hiding mines in the crotch, and shooting headshots with a gun from 800 meters away, but "realistic" like "Operation Red Sea".
The stronger the enemy, the more remarkable our victory will be!
We are more amazing when we defeat our enemies!
After writing the outline of the third part of "Destroying the Enemy Agents", the fourth part follows the general plot of "Operation Lightning".
Since the "Symbolin" radar was destroyed and could not be repaired in a short period of time, Annan immediately mobilized elite troops and prepared nearly 100,000 artillery shells, all of which were poured on our army's positions.
This is a reference to the "7.12 Artillery Battle" which is used as a teaching material at West Point Military Academy.
Our army's electronic surveillance closely monitored a radio signal. After deciphering it, we confirmed the time when the plan was implemented. Then the enemy stopped the artillery attack and the radio also entered a silent state.
As a result, multiple reconnaissance teams had to be dispatched.
The same goes for the special forces of the protagonist group, which is to conduct reconnaissance behind enemy lines and try their best to find the location of this heavy artillery position.
At the end, of course, thousands of guns were fired, ghosts cried and gods howled!
The more you write in dialect, the easier it becomes.
Between the war terror situation and the war ignorance situation, jumping left and right.
For example, there are actually three "Simbolin" radars in China, and they are already in the imitation stage, but they are deliberately written as having only one.
Annan had this kind of information after the Battle of Faka Mountain, but he is not sure how many radars we have on hand.
All things considered, it was probably Fang Xiaoyang's turn to take the first-generation seat of the Zhan Hu Bureau.
This fourth-generation aircraft is not that fourth-generation aircraft. It is impossible, absolutely impossible. It is just a modification of the J-10.
The graphed paper is filled with words.
I shook my arms and kept thinking:
What should the name of this protagonist be?
What should this special force be called?
Oriental Divine Sword?
Langya? Sirius? Wolf warrior?
For a time, Fang Yan could not help but suffer from difficulty in naming.
…………
There was silence in the library.
Gong Zhen looked at Teacher Fang quietly, her eyebrows sometimes furrowed, thinking hard, sometimes stretching, suddenly enlightened, the corners of her mouth would also rise and fall, her expressions were so rich that it made her an actress. , can’t help but sigh.
It’s a pity that Teacher Fang doesn’t want to be an actor!
But when I think about the outline and synopsis, I can’t help but sigh. Compared with being an actor, it is simply unreasonable for Teacher Fang not to be a writer!
I saw him writing the title "Operation Sword" on the paper with his own pen, and a poem immediately came to his mind.
"One body has traveled three thousand miles, and one sword has served as a million divisions."
"The Han soldiers are as fast as thunder, and the cavalry is fearful of the thorns."
Thinking about it, subconsciously Read it out.
Although the voice was very soft, Dialect still heard it.
Gong Zhen noticed him staring at her and turned his head slightly, "Teacher Fang, I'm sorry, I can't help myself..."
"No need to apologize, the poem you just read is very good."
Fang Yan waved his hand and asked her what she thought of the title.
"Okay, it just echoes what you wrote about 'dignity is only above the edge of the sword.'" Gong Cong looked at him with a smile, and suddenly thought of something, "Ah, Teacher Fang, I didn't mean to steal. ..."
Fang Yan covered the pen, "I didn't mean to blame you. On the contrary, you did me a big favor."
"A favor?"
Gong Zhen couldn't help but be confused.
When I saw his action, I thought he was talking about borrowing a pen, so I smiled and raised my hand to tell him not to take such a small thing to heart.
“Yes, yes, I almost forgot about the pen. You didn’t do me a big favor, you did me two big favors!”
Fang Yan chose this manuscript It's not called "Operation Lightning", but "Operation Sword", taken from "United | Sword".
It is also because the special forces are like a sharp blade, inserted into the enemy's heart.
The sharp sword is unsheathed and its sharp edge is revealed.
The point of the sword is invincible!
“No, no, don’t say that.”
Gong Qiao caught a glimpse of Li Cunbao looking at them, his cheeks were inexplicably red, and the pebbles were stirring in his heart. Piao'er.
Fortunately, at this moment, the "big savior" came.
Guo Baochang came to the library. It was almost time. As soon as the two of them arrived in the cafeteria, the dinner could officially begin. "Comrade Gong Qie, will you come too?"
"This is a welcome party for the two teachers."
Gong Qie said euphemistically: "I won't Sorry for bothering you." But he couldn't resist the enthusiasm of Guo Baochang and others, especially the invitation from Teacher Fang.
After packing their things, the group headed to the canteen.
On the way, Fang Yan handed over the pen:
“Thank you for the pen, but it helped a lot, and the title of the book just now, I really don’t know how to thank you properly.”
“ No, no need."
"Yes, yes."
"Either, or..."
There was a hint of expectation in Gong Yue's tone, "Teacher Fang, can you sign your name for me?" As he said this, he took out a book from his bag.
Fang Yan takes a closer look, "Love on the Hump"?
Gong Chou said "Ah" and then remembered that she had left the book in the room. She was so embarrassed that her face turned red to her ears.
"Teacher Fang, right..."
"It's okay."
Fang Yan didn't take it to heart, "You don't have to say 'I'm sorry', and you don't have to say 'I'm sorry' all the time. You seem to have said 'I'm sorry' more than once since we met. There's really nothing to say 'I'm sorry' to."
"Yes..."
"Look, here it comes again."
"Then I won't say anything."
Gong Qie blushed and did not dare to look directly. .
"It's not urgent to sign."
Fang Yan said as he walked: "As soon as the welcome party is over, let's go back to the guest house and get things done. It's a coincidence that I happen to be staying there. In the room next to you."
"Well, what a coincidence..."
Gong Cie lowered his head and pursed his lips.
Seeing that she stopped talking, Fang Yan was about to open his mouth when he was pulled into their conversation by Guo Baochang and Li Cunbao and couldn't get away.
Gong Qian remained silent. He came to the cafeteria and sat at the dining table. He remained silent as well, quietly listening to the actresses in Guixi Factory whispering in dialect.
“I heard that some time ago, Teacher Fang went to the grassroots troops in the Western Guangxi Military Region to express condolences?”
“I heard about it too, and collaborated with the art troupe to write a song.”
“Song? What song!”
“I heard it’s a war song.”
"How do you know so clearly?"
"Sister Lin told me."
When everyone heard it was "Sister Lin", they were immediately convinced.
Gong Qiao was surprised. He asked Xia Liyan, who had been his guide these days, and found out that "Sister Lin" was Guo Baochang's wife.
“Dang, Dang, Dang.”
Wei Bida knocked on the cup and made a brief opening statement. The general meaning was that on behalf of all the employees of the Guixi Factory, he warmly welcomed the arrival of Fang Yan and Li Cunbao, blah blah.
With thunderous applause, the welcome party officially began.
Everyone was a little bit reluctant to let go at first, and they were all very reserved.
But after drinking wine, the atmosphere gradually relaxed.
Everyone was excited and spoke louder.
They exchanged glasses and toasted each other, making everyone feel a little tipsy.
"Teacher Fang, what kind of song did you write for the Western Guangxi Military Region?" The deputy director smiled, "We are all curious, can we take this opportunity to ask you to sing it for everyone? ?”
Everyone present looked at him in unison.
It’s hard to resist the warm hospitality, and I don’t have stage fright in dialect. I have sung it several times at the farewell party of the military region, and this time is no different.
So he grabbed Li Cunbao, and the two stood up, beat the beat in tacit understanding, and started singing.
The song was filled with indomitable momentum. Gong Cong opened his mouth and stared straight at the impassioned dialect.
Some people are in a trance, some are listening, some are singing along, and some are marveling.
“Unexpectedly, Teacher Fang is also a lyricist.”
“Wrong, he is a lyricist.”
As soon as these words came out, the comrades who were engaged in composing music and lyrics in Guixi Factory They were not all in favor, but no one was against it either.
The two words are in different positions, and their status is very different.
(End of this chapter)