[Huh? A live-fire exercise? When did this happen?]
[I have a picture, look! Troop movement map JPG!!!]
[Is this for real?! Conducting exercises and confrontations with a neighboring country? Isn't this a sure thing?]
[That neighboring country? South Korea? Vietnam? Borneo? ?]
That must be Borneo, there's no need to guess!!
That's absolutely right, I'm targeting the elite!
It seems this kid from Borneo is up to his old tricks again!!!
[Don't be so naive, whatever Mom says goes!]
Yes, yes, yes, Mom said it's a drill, so let's treat it like a drill!
We are a nation that values nuclear peace; we will not initiate attacks on others!
We are a large agricultural country that loves farming. Our technology, weaponry, and finance are underdeveloped, but if anyone tries to stop me from farming, I'll plant them in the fields!
[Seriously, this is too much! The atmosphere is tense! Are you guys joking around here?]
[What's there to be nervous about? It's just a live-fire exercise! Everyone, don't be too tense!!]
That's absolutely right. What kind of weapons and equipment did they have before? And what about now?
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Inside the red building.
It was still in the same closed conference room as before.
A group of generals sat at the conference table, while a large screen displayed footage of the exercise being filmed in front of them.
"This Borneo is really stupid! Why didn't they change positions after launching the rockets?"
"Did their launch vehicles run out of fuel?"
"With that kind of intelligence, how did they even dare to think of conducting a confrontation exercise with us?"
"No, do they really think they're invincible just because they can perform a motorcycle windmill stunt?"
"Our battlefield satellite system is advanced, but why didn't this rocket launch battalion have coordinates when it reached the enemy's location?"
"What? Our soldiers have stormed their forward command post?"
"My God, how dare such a useless army brag?"
"And that soldier? Special forces? Reconnaissance soldier? That soldier deserves a first-class merit!"
"Artistic soldiers".
"Oh, a cultural troupe soldier!"
"What? Performing arts soldiers? Where did these performing arts soldiers come from on the front lines?"
"Was it the General Political Department Song and Dance Troupe that went down to offer their condolences?"
Upon hearing this, everyone in the conference room looked at General Zhong Cheng, the director of the General Political Department.
"Old Zhong, what's going on?"
"Explain this to everyone!"
Zhong Cheng was also a little confused when he saw the news.
His arrangement for Yuan Yi was indeed to let him stay in the border defense regiment and experience a month of soldier life.
This will allow him to quickly grasp the differences between his own troops and the enemy.
But he never expected that this guy was actually a hidden master of ancient martial arts.
Not only that, he is also a person with the talent of a sharpshooter.
Having only handled firearms for a few days, he can not only quickly assemble and disassemble firearms, but also skillfully use any active-duty military equipment.
This inevitably raises questions about his identity.
However, these days Zhong Cheng has had his men and the National Security Bureau investigate his ancestors for eighteen generations.
The archives have been thoroughly examined, and the entire trajectory of his life can be traced.
They have absolutely no connection with any foreign countries or intelligence organizations, let alone any training from a young age.
Unfortunately, in the end, it can only be attributed to his extraordinary talent.
"Ahem, this all comes down to an individual's sincere love for their country!"
"Yes, it was his deep patriotism for his motherland that unleashed his potential."
Zhong Chengxin said, speaking frankly.
Everyone looked at Zhong Cheng with an expression that seemed to say, "Do you think I'm an idiot?"
Zhong Cheng spread his hands: "I said, whether you believe the rest is your business."
"Old Zhong, I think this young guy has potential."
"How about we give it to our garrison? We're recruiting for our special operations team this year."
"If this kid goes in for some training, he'll definitely come out as an outstanding top-notch special forces soldier."
"Old Chen, I've heard your scheme all over Xinjiang province."
At that moment, the face of Gao Shanming from the Xinjiang Military Region appeared on the large screen next to them.
So the remote video conference is still going on.
"He's a soldier in our new province now. Once this is over, I'll just throw him into the Cheetah Squad."
"What? How come only the two of you have special forces soldiers under your command?"
"Don't our other military regions deserve him?"
"Our Navy's Jiaolong is an outstanding commando unit among commando units."
"Don't mention your dragon, he can't swim!!"
The two elderly people at the head of the table watched the argument below with smiles.
To be honest, an excellent special forces soldier does have quite a few subordinates.
However, he was able to infiltrate the enemy's front-line command post directly from behind enemy lines all by himself.
Killing the enemy's former commander, chief of staff, and two division commanders—this achievement is truly extraordinary.
Yes, you read that right.
After Yuan Yi infiltrated the front-line command post in Borneo wearing a hood, the identities of the several people he killed inside the command tent have been identified.
Moreover, this news has already reached the highest level of the JW meeting.
Furthermore, Yuan Yi's identity is indeed completely innocent.
In addition, they also discovered that Yuan Yi's biological parents were from a family of veterans with impeccable revolutionary credentials, but the whole family had unfortunately perished.
In addition, Yuan Yi's performance on the battlefield this time made them, the leaders, like him even more.
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