Who taught you to be a recruit like this?

Chapter 857 You Can’t See Me, You Can’t See Me

There is a market town twelve kilometers away from the Steel Knife Combined Battalion’s base.

The town is not big, with two rows of shops running from one end to the other. Standing at one end, you can see the other end at a glance.

Surrounding the storefronts, there are some residential houses and a few scattered resettlement houses, which make up the entire town.

At this time, a dusty man with a bag on his back and riding a motorcycle appeared in a ramen restaurant in the town.

The man took off his helmet, walked into the store, ordered a bowl of beef ramen, and asked for a handful of skewers.

"Handsome guy, your dishes are ready."

"Thanks."

The man was indeed hungry.

Riding a motorcycle all the way is very tiring.

He ate noodles and meat in big mouthfuls, and his bold eating style contrasted with his appearance.

The boss seemed amused by his eating habits and came up to him with a large teacup, smiling: "Young man, are you here for a trip?"

"Come to work."

"Work?"

"Yeah, I'm a self-media person. I ride around the country and record the beautiful scenery of our motherland and post it online. That's my job."

"Oh, so you're also an internet celebrity?"

"I can't really be considered an internet celebrity. I'm just a blogger documenting my life, filming for fun."

The boss was very disappointed after hearing this. He had originally wanted to ask this young man to help advertise his store.

It seemed that this guy didn't have as many fans as I did, so I gave up the idea.

The man asked, "Boss, is there a large army stationed to the south of you?"

The boss immediately became alert: "Why are you asking this?"

The man laughed and said, "Don't get me wrong, my brother is serving in the army there. He wrote back and told me the approximate location."

"This time, my family asked me to bring him some things, so I asked you."

"Don't worry, I'm not a bad person. Here, this is my ID card."

The boss leaned over to take a closer look.

Zhou Fujun, 32, is from Harbin.

"Oh my god, are you from Northeast China?"

"Why, you too?"

"That's right! Oh my god, I'm from Mohe. Later, I moved here for a job change, but the factory closed down after just a few years. So I settled down here and opened a noodle shop."

"I was wondering why these noodles and skewers taste so much like home!"

As the saying goes, when a fellow villager meets a fellow villager, tears well up in his eyes.

The noodle shop owner seemed to have found his organization and seen his relatives, and he pulled Zhou Fujun aside to chat for a long time.

The Heilongjiang, Jilin and Liaoning regions are collectively referred to as the Northeast. As long as you are within this area, no matter how far away you are, you are considered a fellow villager.

Zhou Fujun smiled eagerly, but in fact, he had already researched and prepared for this, otherwise he would not have come to this restaurant to eat noodles.

Strangers and unfamiliar faces are most likely to arouse others' vigilance and alertness, but if you start by bringing them in as fellow villagers, many things will be much easier.

"So, our brother is also from Northeast China?" asked the boss.

"That's right!" Zhou Fujun took out two packs of Harbin red sausages from the supermarket from his bag. "My younger brother is serving in the army and hasn't been home for the Chinese New Year for two years in a row. He craves our red sausages the most."

"Well, I happened to be cycling, so my family asked me to bring some over so that my brother could have a taste of home while he's in the army."

With the help of this bag of sausage, the boss believed the story about 70% to 80%, and his vigilance towards men was reduced to the lowest level.

After all, who could have imagined that on an ordinary day, someone would inexplicably come to his store with two packs of sausages and put on a show, just to get more intelligence information about the Steel Knife Combined Battalion's garrison.

Although he had collected a lot of information about this unit before coming, most of it was things that could be found publicly.

If Zhou Fujun wants to test the true level of this unit in his own way, he must change his approach.

This is his habit and his style of doing things.

At the same time, doing so can also help you integrate into the team as quickly as possible and become one with the other soldiers.

After some chatting and getting closer, the boss successfully lowered his guard and told me roughly what he knew.

"If you want to send something over, I'm afraid it will take two days. They're currently conducting drills there, and several roads nearby are closed to traffic."

"When you came here earlier, you heard a thud outside, like thunder. It was the sound of artillery firing over there."

"I think you should find a guesthouse in town to stay first, and then send your things over after their training is over in a couple of days."

"Otherwise, if you rush in like a headless chicken, you might be caught as an enemy spy."

Zhou Fujun laughed and said that it was a good thing that he asked clearly in advance, otherwise both he and his car would be detained.

He asked some more related questions, paid the bill, and then left on his motorcycle.

But he did not find a guesthouse to stay in, but continued on his way.

Martial law is indeed a problem.

But the so-called martial law actually only blocked some roads around the camp.

As for the areas on both sides of the road, they cannot be closed at all, which is the main reason why he chose to drive a motorcycle here.

Motorcycles are flexible and maneuverable, have a small footprint, and are not restricted by roads. They can easily climb even steep slopes that cars cannot pass.

Therefore, Zhou Fujun decided to infiltrate from an area where there was no martial law, and then abandon the vehicle one or two kilometers away.

Sneak up to the training team, then find a way to knock one of them out, put on their clothes, smear themselves with oil paint and sneak into the training.

Finally, he revealed his identity, shocking everyone and receiving many looks of surprise, shock, and disbelief.

Well, although it may seem like I'm pretending to be cool, isn't the joy of life to pretend occasionally?

Life in the army is dull and tedious, but it's still fun to show off and get slapped in the face once in a while.

Zhou Fujun was still looking forward to standing on top of the tank, wiping off the paint on his face, and announcing to everyone: I am your new battalion commander. Your anti-reconnaissance training is terrible and is completely useless in front of me!

Because he had done his homework and confirmed with local people, he took a very safe route.

But surprisingly, he suddenly felt the ground shaking, which was the sound of the approaching steel torrent.

"what's the situation?"

Zhou Fujun realized something was wrong and immediately turned the car around and rushed to the hill on the other side to hide.

He hid the motorcycle, covered himself with simple camouflage cloth, and hid next to a large patch of dead grass three or four hundred meters away from the motorcycle.

After a while, he saw several wheeled infantry fighting vehicles in the distance, accompanied by a main battle tank, lined up in a search formation and appeared in his field of vision.

One of the wheeled infantry fighting vehicles seemed to have discovered something and suddenly stopped.

A group of infantrymen got off the car and began searching along the traces. They soon found the hill where the motorcycle was hidden.

The motorcycle's fuel tank is still hot, does that mean someone is nearby?

A group of infantrymen held their guns and looked around excitedly.

Several veterans locked onto the pile of dry grass at first sight.

Zhou Fujun's forehead was covered in sweat, and he was panicking. He kept repeating to himself: You can't see me, you can't see me, you can't see me...