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After the ceremony, he looked at He Zhijun and said.
"Old He, it's been so many years! How are you? How's your health?"
"Yes, yes, very good!"
"Come, let me introduce you. This is Comrade Yue Jun, the deputy commander of our DA Division."
He Zhijun smiled and extended his hands, shaking hands tightly with Yue Jun.
"Deputy Division Commander Yue, hello, hello."
Looking at these familiar faces, Fang Zhenhua suddenly asked.
"How many of our comrades from the first and second batches are still in the special forces brigade today?"
Upon hearing Fang Zhenhua's question, He Zhijun's smile vanished, and he spoke with a serious expression.
"Apart from the fallen comrades, everyone else remained in the Wolf Fang Army. Every single one of them has been promoted, and now the lowest rank is lieutenant."
Aside from the fallen comrades~
If Fang Zhenhua remembers correctly, no one was killed when he left Langya.
Where are our fallen comrades buried?
"Ten kilometers southeast of the Wolf's Den, there is a martyrs' cemetery where they are buried."
"Take me to have a look."
Six words, yet they contain boundless emotion.
That was the bond of camaraderie forged in battle.
Chapter 119 Martyrs' Cemetery
Over the years, nearly 30 soldiers have been buried in the Wolf Fang Special Forces Martyrs' Cemetery.
One-third of the soldiers came from the first and second phases.
Since 84, the Wolf Fang Special Forces have undertaken many behind-enemy-lines operations during the Southern Xinjiang Campaign, including assassinating some of the Monkey King's important generals and destroying their important facilities.
In these numerous missions, it is quite normal to have sacrifices.
Fang Zhenhua and Yue Jun, accompanied by He Zhijun and others, arrived at the martyrs' cemetery.
This martyrs' cemetery was planned according to the period when the soldiers received their training.
The first batch of soldiers were grouped together, and the second batch of soldiers were grouped together, so it was relatively easy to find them.
Fang Zhenhua first arrived at the tombstone of the first batch of martyrs, a total of two people who sacrificed their lives in the first batch.
Fang Zhenhua remembered both of them. Since very few people entered the first cohort, they spent a lot of time together, so the impressions were naturally very deep.
He walked to the tomb of a martyr named Hu Jun, slowly squatted down, and gently stroked the portrait on Hu Jun's tombstone with his right hand.
Fang Zhenhua remembers it clearly: this was a boy from southern Hunan, who came from the mountains. He was very fast and his code name was "Mountain Wolf".
At this moment, He Zhijun told him about Hu Jun's deeds.
"That was in 85. We received orders to blow up an enemy logistics warehouse, but during the retreat, we were attacked by the enemy."
"Mountain Wolf was responsible for covering the rear. He ran out of bullets, was shot three times, and finally detonated a grenade, taking three enemies with him."
"This is actually his cenotaph, because we couldn't find his body, and the enemy burned it."
Fang Zhenhua listened quietly, his hand constantly stroking the martyr's portrait, tears gradually welling up in his eyes.
Beside the tomb of martyr Hu Jun, there is another martyr from the first batch, named Zhao Hengfeng, a young man from eastern Guangdong.
Fang Zhenhua recalled Zhao Hengfeng, a young man from eastern Guangdong who spoke with a strong Cantonese accent, but whose smile was always bright.
The thing he talks about most often is that he is a descendant of Emperor Taizong of Song, Zhao Guangyi, a genuine royal descendant.
Every time he talked about this, he would hold his head high, seemingly quite pleased with himself. So, the nickname given to him was quite interesting: "Weasel."
Because weasels like to fart, Zhao Hengfeng also has a nickname: "Stinky Fart Wolf".
"Weasel sacrificed himself in 86. We were ordered to assassinate an enemy deputy commander. After completing the mission, we were surrounded by the enemy."
"After opening a gap, Xiao Zhao volunteered to cover the rear, but eventually he was surrounded by the enemy. When he ran out of bullets, he fought the enemy with bayonets. His gun was taken away, and he finally detonated a grenade."
"This is also a cenotaph. Xiao Zhao's body was burned by the enemy. He was only 23 years old when he sacrificed his life. He had just returned to his hometown and got engaged. I heard that his fiancée is still not married."
Fang Zhenhua squatted silently on the ground, his brows furrowed tightly, and tears welled up in his eyes.
"How are the mountain wolf's parents?"
“His parents are not in good health, and he has a daughter. His family lives in the mountains of western Hunan, and the lives of families of martyrs are not easy.”
After viewing the tombs of the two martyrs in the first phase, Fang Zhenhua then viewed the tombs of several martyrs in the second phase, as well as the tombs of other martyrs.
At this moment, dark clouds gradually gathered in the sky, making the sky increasingly gloomy.
Soon after, a heavy rain began to fall from the sky, and the rain became increasingly torrential. At this moment, someone in the crowd was about to speak up and persuade everyone to go back, but before he could speak, he was forced back by He Zhijun's stern gaze.
"Everyone remove their hats and salute the martyrs."
Fang Zhenhua shouted loudly, and everyone present stood at attention, their bodies ramrod straight. They took off their military caps and gave a solemn military salute to all the martyrs.
There is no such thing as a peaceful and tranquil life. It's just that someone is bearing the burden.
At that moment, Fang Zhenhua remembered the subsidy association he had established before.
The families of these martyrs of the Wolf Fang Special Forces must be included in the relief fund, and this is only for those who sacrificed their lives.
Those who retire due to injury will also have their expenses covered by the subsidy association.
Fang Zhenhua already had a plan: Mr. Huo would be in charge of fundraising for the subsidy program.
After securing sufficient funding, he planned to discuss with Gong Kaichen, Zheng Bingyi, and others the possibility of finding job opportunities for the families of martyrs and disabled veterans in Handong and Dongjiang provinces.
We must never allow martyrs to shed tears while they are bleeding.
Fang Zhenhua would never allow this.
The torrential rain could not extinguish the burning passion in his heart.
After returning to the Wolf Fang Special Forces base, Fang Zhenhua composed himself and then spoke to He Zhijun.
"Families of the martyrs, I will find a way, you don't need to worry about that."
He Zhijun knew very well that Fang Zhenhua was far more capable than him, so he did not refuse Fang Zhenhua's offer, but nodded instead.
"I've been waiting for you to come. I believe that once you arrive, you can help everyone solve their problems."
Fang Zhenhua let out a long sigh of relief, and then said to He Zhijun.
"Old He, this time I've come to select a few elite special operations teams to join the special operations brigade of my DA division."
However, at this moment, He Zhijun asked curiously.
"Isn't your DA Division supposed to be an information-based integrated operations division? Do special forces still have a role in your unit?"
"Of course it has its uses. Special forces can carry out unconventional tactics such as infiltration behind enemy lines and decapitation strikes. Especially in the context of information warfare, communication and intelligence will be more convenient than before."
He Zhijun nodded; Fang Zhenhua's words had given him an important idea.
This line of thinking is about the future of special operations in the context of information warfare.
He Zhijun thought about it more and more and felt that this idea was very promising. He planned to focus on this direction in the future and even treat it as a research project.
The military treats new tactics like scientists treat new research projects; they can be considered research topics.
However, He Zhijun steered the conversation back to business.
Which special operations teams are you planning to send over?
"Gao Dazhuang, Jiang Tianzheng, Lei Keming, and Wang Jianjun, I plan to transfer these four special operations teams over."
Upon hearing this, He Zhijun immediately looked at Fang Zhenhua with a meaningful smile on his face.
Chapter 120 Receiving Equipment
Looking at the smile on He Zhijun's face, Fang Zhenhua was a little confused and couldn't help but ask.
Why are you smiling so slyly?
"Old Fang, Old Fang, that's why we say you're the father of special operations in our army."
"How do you say this?"
"You bastard, you have a sharp eye. You snatched four elite teams from my Wolf Fang Special Forces right off the bat. You're practically digging into my lifeline!"
It turned out to be because of this.
Fang Zhenhua's somewhat heavy mood vanished instantly after He Zhijun's interruption.
He couldn't help but laugh, and then said to He Zhijun.
"You insist on learning from Lao Gao, and no one else does. You all look like nouveau riche."
"What's wrong with Lao Gao?"
"Before I came here, I went to the Northeast and borrowed an armored regiment from Lao Gao. That old guy was exactly like you back then, just like how I cut flesh off your bodies."
"Is not it?"
He Zhijun's question immediately silenced Fang Zhenhua. After a long while, Fang Zhenhua said in an annoyed tone.
"I'm just on loan, it's not like I'm not going to return it to you. The DA Division is a seed unit. Once this unit is fully formed, it will definitely be promoted to the entire army."
"The four special operations teams I'll be transferring will all have bright futures. They'll be highly sought after by various military regions. Besides, how could your special operations teams possibly become worse once they're in my hands?"
He Zhijun fell silent.
"I'm indirectly helping you train your troops. Would anyone else get this treatment? You old codger, you're still not satisfied. If we weren't old comrades, would you ever get such a good thing?"
He Zhijun was impressed; it was the first time he had ever seen someone speak so confidently when asking for a favor.
You, Lao Fang, clearly asked me for people, but afterwards you acted like I was begging you to send them to your place for further studies.
However, one thing is true: the four special operations teams led by Gao Dazhuang really did have no difference from further training when they went to Fang Zhenhua's place.
"When it comes to talking, no one can beat you, kid. Alright, alright, I'm scared of you."
"Hahaha, Lao He, just tell me if I'm wrong or not? If you say I'm wrong, I'll apologize to you."
"Okay, okay, you're right, you're right all the time, alright?"
"Hey! This is what we call reasoning. As the saying goes, reason prevails everywhere, while unreasonableness makes it hard to move an inch."
He Zhijun decided not to continue arguing with him on this issue, and then changed the subject and asked.
"When do you plan to leave?"
"The sooner the better! Call Gao Dazhuang and the other three to the meeting room. I'll talk to them about the time, and then immediately call the division headquarters and have them apply to their superiors."
"Is time so tight? Why don't you stay here a few more days?"
“My dear brother! How can I have time to stay here? The higher-ups have only given me three years. Three years to build an informationized integrated combat division from scratch and make it combat-ready. Do you think the burden on my shoulders is light?”
He Zhijun nodded, but quickly shook his head.
This puzzled Fang Zhenhua, but He Zhijun quickly explained.
"Old Fang, let me tell you plainly, as long as you master the DA Master, you're guaranteed to become a general."
"I remember you were born in 58, right? Three years from now, you'll only be thirty-six. A major general at 36—where else can you find one like that in all these years, except around the founding of the nation?"
"You've got a bright future ahead of you, buddy! I bet you're aiming for the very top, aren't you? When you make it big, don't forget to give your old comrade a hand in return."
Fang Zhenhua laughed loudly, then patted He Zhijun on the shoulder and said.
"Old He, you think so highly of me?"
"Why not?"
While the two old comrades were talking, He Zhijun sent someone to call Gao Dazhuang and the others.
A short while later, Gao Dazhuang, Jiang Tianzheng, Lei Keming, and Wang Jianjun arrived at the conference room.
The four men saluted Fang Zhenhua, He Zhijun, and Yue Jun, and then fell silent.
Fang Zhenhua looked at the four people, nodded silently, and then took the initiative to speak.