Movie Variety Show: Starting from a New World

After our army captured Lao Cai, we rested briefly before attacking Gantang. Our mission was simple: capture Gantang and dismantle the industrial equipment there.

After all, the entire Gantang was built with our aid. Since this ungrateful little bastard doesn't want to get along with us, there's no need for us to continue to try to please him.

During the entire operation, there was actually not much time for actual fighting. Most of the time our army was engaged in transportation or sabotage.

All industrial equipment in northern Vietnam was moved away, all roads were destroyed, all high-rise buildings were blown up, and even water and electricity poles were only half destroyed. They could not be used and could not be repaired, and it was difficult and costly to demolish them.

Zhao Cheng walked on the post-war streets, looking at the dilapidated streets, there was no sympathy in his eyes, only relief.

"Comrade, our regimental commander asks you to come over!" At this moment, a soldier walked up to Zhao Cheng and said to him.

This soldier was also a member of the group that had just followed Zhao Cheng into battle, so he was able to find himself accurately.

"Let's go!" Zhao Cheng smiled and asked the young soldier to lead the way. They soon arrived at a temporary command post and met the regiment commander mentioned by the young soldier.

"Hello, my name is Li Wenjie. May I know what your name is, comrade?" Captain Li shook hands with Zhao Cheng, pulled Zhao Cheng to sit down and asked.

"Captain Li, you're too polite. My name is Zhao Cheng. I'm from the Peking Military Region. I came here just to look for someone. I happened to catch up with the battle, so I'll just lend a hand." Zhao Cheng said.

"From the Peking Military Region? Are there any troops from the Peking Military Region participating in the war here?" Captain Li asked doubtfully?

Obviously, people of his level did not know about the special forces' participation in the war, so Zhao Cheng just smiled and did not explain.

"Then I wonder who you are looking for? Maybe I can help you find out!" Captain Li also realized that he might be a little presumptuous, so he changed the subject.

"No need. The people I'm looking for don't belong to your Southwest Military Region, but to the Peking Military Region. I can find them myself! As for this battle, if you want a detailed report, just fill in my name. If you don't need too many details, you can just not write my name! The people above know what's going on, so you don't have to worry about being held accountable!" After Zhao Cheng finished speaking, he took out a certificate from his pocket and placed it in front of Captain Li for him to look at.

Captain Li immediately saw the seal of the Military Commission on it, and his heart trembled. This person was still polite. This seal of the Military Commission was not something that ordinary officers could get, right?

Seeing this, he stopped asking questions and respectfully escorted Zhao Cheng out of the command center.

Zhao Cheng began to observe carefully, looking for any traces of special forces combat. Their combat was somewhat different from that of ordinary infantry troops, whether it was guns or various combat methods, there were significant differences.

Shortly after noon, Zhao Cheng discovered a special pair of footprints on the edge of the city, near the Red River. The footprints were those of special forces boots, completely different from the rubber shoes worn by ordinary troops today.

Zhao Cheng looked and continued forward, following the direction of the footprints. After walking about two kilometers, Zhao Cheng felt a murderous aura locking onto him. This mysterious feeling had always been Zhao Cheng's magic weapon to save his life on the battlefield.

This murderous intent meant that someone had already pointed a gun at him, but hadn't fired. If someone had fired, Zhao Cheng would have been able to tell where the bullet came from by the pricking sensation.

"Come out! You can hide and monitor, and show murderous intentions to the people who come? Is this what your captain taught you?" Zhao Cheng said to the direction where the secret sentry was hiding.

However, the sentry did not move, but he restrained his murderous intent and switched to monitoring with his eyes. He now had a confused expression on his face.

"You, little comrade, only remember to eat and not to be beaten. I've already told you to come out, and what's the point of just restraining your murderous intent? You stare at someone and watch him, but don't they feel like you're being watched like a thorn in their back? It seems like I really need to have a good talk with your captain!" After Zhao Cheng finished speaking, he picked up a stone and threw it towards the position of the secret sentry.

"Ouch!" A soldier wearing a ghillie suit fell from a tree. Fortunately, the tree was lush and not very tall, so he was not injured, just suffered a little pain.

"Oh, you have quite a lot of information. What's your name?" Zhao Cheng asked curiously, looking at the soldier who looked familiar.

"I won't tell you!" The soldier looked only in his twenties, about the same age as the third child in his family, but he had a very stubborn temper.

"Instructor, why are you here?" Just when Zhao Cheng wanted to weigh this boy, a surprised voice came.

"Oh? Gao Jie! Is this your soldier?" Zhao Cheng turned around and saw Gao Jie, the captain of the first squadron of the Special Forces Brigade of the Southwest Military Region, so he asked curiously.

"Yes, this kid's name is He Zhijun. He is the best soldier in our squadron!" Gao Jie said proudly, but he also secretly thought in his heart that he must exclude the little tigers in your family.

"Oh? He Zhijun?" Zhao Cheng turned his head and looked at the soldier in a ghillie suit with three-color camouflage painted on his face. It was hard to associate him with the He Zhijun he had in mind.

But this is normal. The He Zhijun in his memory was already in his thirties and almost forty, and there was obviously no way to compare him with the man in his twenties now.

"The little guy is good, a good seedling! You should train him well! At least he can be your successor!" After Zhao Cheng said this, he patted Gao Jie on the shoulder.

Gao Jie is already 42 years old. As an outstanding soldier trained by Zhao Cheng to various military regions in order to expand the special forces, he has passed his prime and really needs to train a successor.

He Zhijun was still confused. He didn't know why the veteran said that he could be the successor to the squadron leader. But for him who was determined to become the most powerful special forces soldier in our country, becoming the successor to the squadron leader was only the first step.

"Instructor, you are really praising him! Compared with those people in your family, they are far behind in all aspects!" Gao Jie said a little embarrassedly.

"Don't mention that. The situations of those in my family are special and not universal! I came here this time to see how the third brother is doing. How did he perform in this battle?" Zhao Cheng waved his hand and asked.

"Wei Jun's performance is indeed very good, and he is very much like you, instructor!" Gao Jie said with a smile.

"Stop flattering me. Don't I know my own son well? It's a great improvement if he doesn't cause trouble! If he doesn't perform well in combat, I can only retrain him!" Zhao Cheng said with a smile.

Gao Jie could only smile bitterly. Judging from the performance of your third son, if he still needs to be retrained, then we will all have to reincarnate!

But he didn't dare to say it. Instead, he gestured to He Zhijun to continue to keep watch, and he took Zhao Cheng to their gathering place.