Special Forces: At the beginning, An Ran pulled him to get his certificate.

Lao Kong said, "Xiao Zhao is too cautious, which makes him a coward. Missing the opportunity is a serious crime. With such courage, how can he be the commander of the Northwest? In my opinion, it is better for you to be the commander. You are better than him."

Chen Jun was startled and immediately said, "Don't say that, it will cause misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding? What misunderstanding? I watched this kid become a commander. When he first joined the army, he was always crying and whining. Now he is still dragging his feet. He is just like a sheep pooping. It seems that an opportunity like today is rare in decades, so why is he still dragging his feet?"

"It's different. He's the commander. He has different considerations than us. He needs to follow procedures. Otherwise, he won't be able to stay as commander for long."

Chen Jun used to have a temper similar to Lao Kong. After Shi Guo got into trouble, he just wanted to do the work. It was General Gao who did the ideological work on him. It was obvious that it was difficult to convince Comrade Lao Kong. Once the old man made up his mind, no one could change it. There were several times when strong winds blew when they were crossing the desert, but Lao Kong insisted on conquering the desert and forced his way in. By the time they came out, everyone had become an hourglass.

He simply kept silent and let Lao Kong complain there.

"I'm not complaining. You're not in the northwest. I've seen too many good soldiers die at the hands of these rioters. There's a kid called Rongshu, only eighteen years old. He likes writing very much. He always said that he wants to write a documentary novel based on me... Who will avenge them? I'm old now, and there won't be many opportunities like this..."

As he spoke, Lao Kong sighed.

Hearing this, Chen Jun came up, patted the old soldier on the shoulder and told him that he also had a squad leader named Shi Guo, and that he was able to stay in the army for so long because of the influence of the veteran squad leader. Commander Zhao was a soldier trained by you, and he must be more eager for revenge than you are. Lao Kong said nothing, and just sat on the sand, wiping his old gun.

Time passed little by little, and soon, two small black dots appeared in the sky. It was a helicopter coming over.

The people who came over were soldiers on duty in the Northwest. They brought down the weapons and supplies that Chen Jun needed, and took Enrique away with them. Chen Jun checked and found that all the weapons were ready to use, including the magazines, which were all pressed.

"Commander Zhao wants you to stay armed and wait for orders."

After the instructions were completed, the helicopter left here again and turned into a small black dot on the horizon.

Chen Jun waited for a long time. Over the desert, the sun was setting gradually and it was almost dusk. Sandstorms blew in from the sky, making the young soldiers, who were not thick-skinned enough, feel pain in their cheeks.

Lao Kong had been in the desert for a long time and didn't feel anything. Instead, he thought it was a massage. However, he became impatient again and walked around cursing, "More than three hours have passed. Even if it was a funeral, the burial would have been completed by now and the feast would have been held in the village. What are those cadres doing for a living? Are they playing mahjong in the army?"

"We soldiers are here, fighting for our lives, sacrificing so many lives, and now we have the best chance to take revenge, but they are just dragging their feet. Damn it..."

Chen Jun was helpless. The problem of procedure was really hard to explain. Peace was the main focus of the Yan State now. To launch such a large-scale sneak attack, they certainly could not use the same methods as in the past. He did not try to persuade anyone and waited in silence. As for Zhao Ping and others, they armed themselves with their soldiers in silence. After the arming was completed, everyone stood quietly in the wind and sand, waiting, just like little poplar trees.

Four hours, five hours, and soon, six hours passed.

There is a solitary smoke in the desert, the wind and sand are blowing away the setting sun, and it is getting dark.

The cell phone that Chen Jun was holding finally rang.