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Text Chapter 540: A firing order without a bottom line

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    The commander, the driver, and I became more and more frightened when faced with these orders, especially the last one: This is the latest march coordinates.

    We are very familiar with this coordinate - because our division and even the group army protect it - the capital!

    There have been trainings through the capital before, but they always passed through the suburbs, but this time the coordinates are obviously the city center.

    What is even more shocking is that live ammunition entered Beijing!

    Our original project today was live ammunition training, and the weapons we brought were not training ammunition.

    Entering the capital with a load of live ammunition - this steel guy is not a toy. If it misfires, it will not be an ordinary training accident, but a political incident.

    The commander wiped the sweat from his face: "Oh my god, what the hell is going on?"

    The pilot murmured: "How about asking the company commander?"

    The driver scolded: "What a silly question, this is against the regulations. You want me to be punished, right?"

    With a feeling of uneasiness, we drove on the highway leading to the capital.

    I don¡¯t know why, but the expressway is closed. There is no fog or heavy rain, and I don¡¯t know why the road is closed. The vehicles are crowded at the toll station, and the horns are blaring.  Our fleet was temporarily unable to enter from the toll gate.  Finally, under the guidance of the toll station staff, I turned from a field, knocked down the protective net of the highway, and drove onto the highway!

    The commander said with a gloomy face: "Damn it! There's something wrong with this!"

    This training is a full-scale training for the entire division. In addition to more than 360 Type 99 tanks, there are also armored vehicles, self-propelled heavy mortars, recoilless guns, 05 self-propelled guns, self-propelled anti-aircraft guns, towed anti-aircraft guns, and anti-aircraft guns.  Missiles, tank recovery vehicles, oil tankers, trucks, bridging tanks, and even reconnaissance drones. There are almost a thousand vehicles. These are big steel guys, rolling towards the capital like a stream of iron.

    The driver has a cough again. In fact, many comrades in the division have colds and coughs in the past two days.  There are 6 people in our platoon.  It's just that no one is embarrassed to take sick leave because of a cold - does that still count as a soldier?

    The sky is getting dark.

    The flow of chariots did not stop, and the division commander ordered the entire army to have radio silence.  Do not turn on the lights or talk on the phone. Use Beidou positioning and night vision devices to move forward.  We didn't even stop to eat. The logistics vehicle distributed self-heating individual soldier rations to everyone. The commander secretly opened the hatch, and the night breeze blew into the vehicle, cooling it down a little.

    I¡¯ll just have pork egg rolls and chives.  While eating the compressed biscuits, my heart felt like a chariot, and I was on edge - with such a rapid march, what big thing happened in the capital?

    After eating, the tank commander took over for the driver. Although it was much more comfortable to drive a tank on the highway than in the wild, it was still very tiring to drive for several hours in a row.

    The driver sits in the commander's position.  Dozing off with half-closed eyes, I was also a little confused and in a daze.  I seemed to see the tactical data link screen light up for a moment. The driver coughed and glanced at it, and then turned it off again. In the blur, I seemed to see the word "fever".

    In the middle of the night, the team stopped, not to rest, but to refuel.

    The teacher actually put on a posture of working day and night.

    Taking advantage of the refueling break, I got out of the hatch cover to get some air and came along the way.  It seems that the highways entering and exiting the capital are all closed, and there are not many vehicles in sight.

    But it is not that there are no vehicles at all. The shadows of social vehicles occasionally flashed through the night vision device, and they stopped in the express lane. Some vehicles even crashed into the guardrail - but such an obvious car accident  .  There was no rescue in sight.

    The commander of the car muttered "This is not right" many times along the way.

    I just smiled bitterly. The biggest "wrong" was that we drove tanks into Beijing.

    The commander also leaned out of the hatch next to him, and he suddenly said: "Look at the opposite lane."

    I looked out in response to the call, and saw the shadow of a huge black thing in the opposite lane.

    I whispered: "It seems to be a collection truck."

    The collection truck was parked in the lane opposite our tank.  Obviously, it violated the law. Not only did it drive into the express lane for small cars, it also stopped temporarily.

    But, no one is managing it.

    I suddenly had an impulse and looked around. The refueling truck hadn't reached us yet. I held up my hand, climbed out of the hatch, quickly slipped out of the tank, and ran towards the opposite lane. The commander's voice came from behind.  Cursing: "You are crazy! You dare to disobey orders! Come back to me!"

    Without hesitation, I quickly crossed the guardrail in the middle and ran to the truck.

    Collect trucksWhile it was parked, I circled around the car - there was no damage to the car, and there were no signs of a car accident.

    It just stopped on the highway.

    I walked towards the front of the car, wanting to see the cab.

    I stood on the high pedal at the front of the car and reached out to hold the door handle - I originally just wanted to lean forward and look through the window to see what was going on inside the car - but when I moved the handle, the cab door actually opened.

    The car door is not closed.

    This is a truck. Even if it breaks down, the driver can't just leave the truck here without closing the door.

    I am in a daze.

    Suddenly, with a bang, the half-open car door was knocked open, and a black shadow jumped out from inside. I was caught off guard and fell down.

    My back hit the highway hard, and I was about to get up from the ground. The black figure that rolled to the ground with me suddenly rushed up again, scratching and scratching at me like a shrew.  While resisting, he shouted: "I am a soldier, I am a soldier, not a bad person!"

    But the opponent had no intention of stopping, and instead became more fierce. I also got angry, punched the opponent in the face, and kicked him out.

    I rolled over and got up from the ground and cursed angrily: "You are crazy. I am a soldier. Well, our army is in the opposite lane. I kindly came over to see if you were in a car accident. Why are you talking so much?"  Why are you beating people randomly without saying anything?"

    However, all I got in response was an unintelligible roar that didn't seem to come from a human throat. Then, the figure who was obviously a truck driver pounced on me again.

    ????????????????????????????????????Although there are disciplinary regulations against bullying people, I can't just be beaten in vain. For a while, I was scuffled with the truck driver.  The driver was just like an animal. He scratched and scratched with his fingers and tried to bite me several times.

    I also became really angry - the training in the army was not in vain, and the punches became heavier and heavier.  But the driver was amazing. He didn't dodge or avoid the heavy blows. If it had been anyone else, he would have cried out in pain. My punches were so heavy that they could draw blood.

    Just when the driver and I were entangled, a figure suddenly climbed over the guardrail: "What the hell are you doing? Come back with me!"

    It¡¯s the commander¡¯s voice.

    I quickly said: "Help me quickly. This kid is crazy. He beat me without saying a word."

    The commander was furious: "You are so brave, you actually fight with ordinary people! Just wait, I will give you a punishment when I get back!"

    The commander quickly came up to break up the fight: "Fellow, master, please stop, stop, this little brat made a mistake and I apologize to you on his behalf."

    The driver was chattering like Tang Monk.  In that episode, the truck driver suddenly let me go and pounced on him in the dark.  I heard a yell, and then the truck driver rolled out under the heavy punch of the captain. The captain covered his cheek: "Holy shit, you actually bit me!"

    At this moment, the roar of engines started to sound in the convoy - Oops, the convoy is about to set off - and the captain and I ignored the truck driver who was struggling to get up on the ground, and quickly climbed over the guardrail and climbed onto his own.  Chariot, behind us.  In that episode, the truck driver was yelling something through the guardrail.

    The driver had been waiting impatiently for a long time. Before the commander and I could sit firmly, he stepped on the accelerator and the tank roared off.

    The commander yelled a series of curses: "You boy, wait for punishment! Leave the team without permission! Fight with the common people! If the company commander finds out, he will skin you alive! Oh, that truck driver really bites you! Damn it!"  . They¡¯re all bleeding! Quick, quick, get the first aid kit!"

    My face was also burning and painful, and the driver scratched my face several times.

    I am also a little worried - if the truck driver reports the fight just now and traces it to the army, I will really have to be punished - I will retire in a year, and I will go home with a punishment  , how embarrassing.

    The driver hissed and muttered while treating the wound on his face: "This is terrible, this is terrible. The punch I just punched was a bit hard. I seemed to hear the driver's fracture. Damn it."  ! Damn it! You¡¯ve done me a disservice now! I need a punishment.¡±

    I comforted the driver and said, "How can it be possible? When we came back, the driver was still jumping up and down and chasing after us. He has a broken bone, but he can still move like this?"

    The commander raised his eyebrows and said, "Wait here, kid. You are the cause of everything. Sooner or later I won't be able to spare you."

    I breathed a sigh of relief. I knew what the captain meant. He would not take the initiative to report the matter to his superiors. As long as the truck driver did not call the police, this matter could really get away with.

      The commander treated the wound and checked the display screen. He quickly cursed again: "Damn it, why didn't anyone notify me of this order?!"

    I looked over and saw a line of words on the display: "Patients with fever must report as soon as possible."

    The driver was concentrating on driving and muttered: "You were driving at that time, and no one in our car had a fever."

    The commander was startled and then said angrily: "You are also a veteran, how can you say such mindless words? Battlefield orders must be conveyed immediately. This is discipline! Discipline! I think you have a fever in your brain!" The commander had just finished speaking.  , just for a moment, he hesitated and said: "I said, you don't really have a fever, do you? You've been coughing for a day."

    The driver said lightly: "Are you kidding? It's just a bit of ash in my throat."

    At this moment, the display screen suddenly lit up, and a new order was conveyed. The commander temporarily let go of the driver's responsibility and looked down: "Order us to prepare ammunition supplies."

    Naturally, it is impossible to carry a full load of ammunition for training, but the various types of artillery shells and bullets in the vehicle are enough to fight a small conflict. But even so, the division commander still thinks that there is not enough ammunition, and it is necessary to replenish the ammunition during the night march.

    Even the most clueless person knows that a war beyond imagination is waiting for us in the capital ahead.

    The captain did not bother to scold the driver anymore, breathing heavily.

    Being a soldier is for fighting, and the slogan "Everything is for winning" is painted on the wall of the barracks.

    But in real war, no one, from the division commander to the top soldiers, has ever seen it.

    Training, exercises, live ammunition shooting - all these make men's blood boil, but fighting - it will kill people!

    Although the Type 99 tank looks like a steel knight, it is actually on the battlefield.  Individual missiles can also blow up the crew members in their company.

    The conductor suddenly murmured: "I haven't written a suicide note yet."

    I wanted to laugh dryly, but found that my throat was terribly dry.

    The ammunition transport truck came up, and the brothers in charge of supply on the truck were so tired that they almost collapsed, and they were replenishing while traveling at night.  In the past, because it was too difficult, the staff were afraid of accidents, so they just pretended to let the group train once, which only lasted for an hour.  In this way, while transporting ammunition, I also dropped an armor-piercing bullet. Fortunately, it was a training bullet.  And today.  But it's a real sword and a real gun. If the live ammunition accidentally detonates, someone will die before even entering the battlefield.

    After replenishing ammunition, the commander, the driver, and I were all a little tired. We all sat in silence in the tank, preparing for our first war.

    The driver suddenly asked: "Is it possible that the bald eagle has invaded?"

    In fact, I have been thinking about this problem. I guess there are many big soldiers in the army who are thinking about this problem. I blurted out: "Impossible. If the Bald Eagle attacks the capital, it will only use stealth bombers, and it is impossible for any troops to land.  Our armored division has no use at all."

    "Is that Xiong Maozi?"

    "Are you kidding me? How many armies must there be along the way from the border to the capital? Can Xiong Maozi hit the capital directly without saying a word?"

    The commander lowered his voice and said, "Stop guessing. Take this time to have a good rest." He paused and said in a lighter tone, "This is the first time for everyone to be on the battlefield with real swords and guns. Be smart.  , we must go home alive!¡±

    The driver and I nodded heavily: ¡°We must go home alive!¡±

    The entire division is reloading and moving forward. I estimate that we are not far from the capital.

    At this time.  Vehicles appeared in twos and threes in the opposite lane, with their headlights on and driving very fast. Sitting in the roaring tank of the diesel engine, I could faintly hear the engine rotation of the opposite car. Holy shit.  The sound was at least above 4,000 rpm. The driver was either crazy or desperate, as if something extremely terrifying was chasing him behind him.

    I quietly turned on the night vision device, and suddenly there was a flash of light on the dark green screen of the night vision device, and then the whole screen lit up. I was so excited that I moved my eyes away - a speeding vehicle suddenly hit me in the opposite lane.  On the guardrail, there was an explosion and a fire!

    The captain obviously saw this scene. He murmured to himself: "Crazy man! Driving so fast, you think you are a plane!" He said in frustration: "The people in the car are hopeless."

    "There is definitely no way to save it. In such a high-speed car accident, there was another explosion, and even the gods can't save it."

    However, we all guessed wrong. At this time, a brother in the rear team suddenly broke the radio silence. He shouted almost wildly: "There is someone in the car! The person in the car is still alive! Oh my God, he climbed out! He was crawling with fire all over his body."  Out! Holy shit, he's coming to me??Come over here!  Oh shit!  He climbed over the guardrail!  He is coming towards us!  He just walked towards us with his whole body on fire!  "

    And then a scream of "Holy shit!"

    After a moment of silence, the brother said in a hoarse voice: "We will run him to death!"

    The radio soon rang with the leader¡¯s roar: ¡°Car No. 034! All members will be detained for three days!¡±

    ¡°However, the call just now was so shocking that more than one brother probably saw that scene.

    After a while, the radio rang again, it was the teacher¡¯s voice.

    "Attention everyone. This is a war! I repeat, this is a war, not an exercise, not an exercise." He suddenly sighed: "Okay, boys, let me tell you frankly, I, the division commander, don't know what's going on in the capital.  What happened. But I risk the mistake of leaking military secrets to tell you that a war is breaking out in the capital. There are more brother troops heading towards the capital. But obviously, the situation is very serious. I only know that those who have arrived in the capital so far  The casualties among the troops were very serious, very serious. The order given to me by my superiors was that I could fire at any object that poses a threat to the troops based on my own judgment."

    "Yes, you heard it right, this is a warrant with no bottom line, an order to fire."

    ¡°Boys, the only thing we know is that we¡¯re going to fight. That¡¯s it!¡±

    I feel like this world is crazy!  This means, we can fire at anything!  This is the capital city!

    I was so scared that my hands were shaking. God, what happened?  In the end what happened?  !

    I turned to the commander and was about to ask him what he thought. Suddenly, I saw two streams of liquid coming out of his nose. "Captain, you have a nosebleed!" I exclaimed.

    The commander wiped his nose and saw the sticky liquid on his hands. He cursed and wiped it with his sleeve: "It's too hot. I'm getting angry."

    I feel something is wrong. Training in the heat is a common thing for us, but I have never seen a car with a bloody nose.

    But I couldn¡¯t think too much about it at this time. We were already at the Beijing Expressway toll station ahead.

    The toll station has been under military control, and tanks, armored vehicles, and anti-aircraft guns have tightly guarded the toll station.

    Our division¡¯s convoy finally stopped, and a command vehicle drove up. It was the division commander¡¯s vehicle. He was obviously on his way to accept the mission.

    I stuck my head out of the hatch and breathed in the fresh air outside the car. It was already dawn, and I seemed to smell the smell of gunpowder smoke in the air - the smell of gunpowder smoke?  !

    I suddenly had a clever idea, yes!  It's the smell of gunpowder smoke, the smell of gunpowder smoke after artillery bullets are fired. This smell is all too familiar to us.  (To be continued)

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