Movie Variety Show: Starting from a New World

On a quiet night, it was pitch black in a small valley in our territory.

The team of about eighty people stood there like statues, each carrying a backpack, an Type 81 rifle strapped to their back, and a pistol on their waist.

Of course, there were also people carrying Type 85 sniper rifles, but those people were all special forces soldiers, and the armed police force soldiers were not equipped with snipers.

Zhao Cheng stood at the front of the team, looking at the soldiers below the stage, with no expression on his face. He just stood there silently, raising his hand from time to time to look at his watch.

When the time came, Zhao Cheng waved his hand, and everyone saluted in unison and walked past Zhao Cheng.

Zhao Cheng watched the soldiers rush to the battlefield, and Zhao Cheng also saw his son Wei Guang and Yan Lin walking behind him.

Both of them were carrying sniper rifles, but Wei Guang also had an Type 81 rifle on him. Zhao Cheng didn't say anything to his son, and he couldn't say anything at this time.

Soon all the newcomers walked out of the valley. Zhao Cheng came to the entrance of the valley and watched the last team member disappear into the mountains.

"Instructor, is this task a bit too difficult?" Zhang Jizhou asked.

"Is it harder than when you stormed into the White Tiger Regiment back then? Or is it harder than when you destroyed the American division headquarters?" Zhao Cheng asked back.

His words left Zhang Jizhou speechless. Back then, they had actually taken the head of a general from among thousands of soldiers. It was simply not comparable to what was happening now.

"A simple jungle crossing to destroy the enemy's artillery position. Is it difficult? Is it difficult to take down the enemy's small stronghold on the top of the mountain?" Zhao Cheng asked?

"It's not difficult. I'm just afraid that they will retreat too slowly and be caught by the ambush troops behind the artillery position." Zhang Jizhou defended.

"That's the problem with you instructors. Is it that your training is not good enough? Or are the orders you give inaccurate? Think about it yourselves! I'm just an observer, observing your training results!" said Zhao Cheng.

Zhao Cheng was not lying, because he was really just here to observe the battle. The situation on the front line could only be commanded by the captains. Although he was the one who made the battle plan, he did not have the authority to command the special forces!

Although the more than 20 people he brought with him could obey his commands, there would be problems in coordinating with the special forces.

So Zhao Cheng gave the command of the twenty people to Wei Dong, letting him lead the battle.

As for Wei Lai, he was still sniping at the enemy on the front lines. Even after the infiltration operation began today, Wei Lai's sniping had not stopped, and he was even more intense. Zhao Cheng participated in the sniping operation on the front lines.

"Dad, aren't you afraid that your superiors will punish you when you go back if you do this? It seems that your position doesn't allow you to go deep into the front line." Wei Lai couldn't help but complain as he looked at his father who was preparing for battle like him.

"Just take care of yourself, kid! Don't meddle in my business! If you want to punish me, go back and punish me. What does it have to do with you?" Zhao Cheng said angrily.

"But you wouldn't take out this antique, would you? You might as well use an Type 85 sniper rifle!" Wei Lai complained.

"You know nothing, kid! I've been using this gun for years. I can use it to shoot anyone I want!" Zhao Cheng was holding the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle.

Judging from the degree of wear and tear on this gun, it is estimated that except for the barrel, this gun has been used for decades.

Moreover, the barrel of Zhao Cheng's gun is also special, because it is the barrel he personally carefully selected and has high accuracy!

After Zhao Cheng finished organizing his equipment, he did not care about the future. Instead, he ran to the front line, found a hill about one thousand meters away from the Vietnamese position, and began looking for targets.

Because of Wei Lai's continuous cold shooting, the Vietnamese troops on the opposite side were very vigilant. Even the sentries basically hid in the trenches and no longer showed up.

But this is not a problem for Zhao Cheng. As long as the sentry's helmet appears in Zhao Cheng's crosshairs, Zhao Cheng will shoot directly.

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out, and a Vietnamese sentry was shot in the head, which immediately caused panic among the enemy.

Soon, the mortars in the position began shelling at a distance of four to five hundred meters in front of the position.

Fortunately, the special forces attacking the enemy positions had already lurked within a range of 200 miles, otherwise they would have been easily implicated by their superiors.

As for why the enemy attacked from a distance of 400 to 500 meters, it was because the gunfire they heard today was different from the previous ones. They were too familiar with the sound of 500 to 600 semi-automatic rifles.

The effective shooting range of this gun is only about 400 meters, so the enemy that sprayed blood this time must be within this distance.

Unfortunately, Zhao Chengyuan fired out of range, and their artillery fire only hit Loneliness.

On the contrary, the shelling allowed Zhao Cheng to discover the mortar position. Although the gunner had tried his best to lower his body, the soil layer on the top of the hill was only a thin layer. How deep could you dig?

So Zhao Cheng destroyed an enemy mortar team with two shots, completely silencing the mortars in this position.

The rest of the riflemen didn't dare to show up again, so Zhao Cheng began to change his position.

Wei Lai and the others watched Zhao Cheng leave with such a carefree manner that they all felt like they had been tricked. Who said that classes five and six automatically fall behind?

"Chief of Staff, your father is so awesome!" He Weidong looked at Wei Lai and said with a smile.

"Hurry up and work! If you delay any longer, my dad will probably kill our target tonight!" Wei Lai said unhappily.

So several people followed Zhao Cheng and moved towards other positions.

It was a pity that they were destined to be disappointed tonight. When they arrived here, Zhao Cheng had already packed up and left.

Zhao Cheng swept across the Vietnamese positions on the front line, waking up all the Vietnamese soldiers. After rearranging their sentries, they rested again. After all this trouble, how could they fall asleep easily?

By dawn, all the armed police soldiers were in place just over ten meters in front of the Vietnamese position. Now they could only wait for the opportunity to attack.

The new recruits of the special forces soon found the Vietnamese artillery positions, but each position was defended by two squads of Vietnamese soldiers.

When the night was dark, the special forces quietly surrounded the artillery positions.

At 3:30 in the morning, when everyone was most sleepy, the special forces began to attack the artillery positions.

They worked in pairs, three teams in total, taking on more than twenty enemies. It was easy. In less than five minutes, the fierce battle was over. The soldiers didn't have time to consider the results and directly planted the explosives to blow up the enemy artillery.

The gunshots were also a signal. The armed police soldiers lurking on the front line jumped up, rushed into the enemy's position, and started the massacre!