In the brigade commander's office, Zhang Haiou knocked on the door and entered.
"Lao Zhang, sit down."
Zhuang Yan raised his head and moved his gaze to the files on the desktop.
That was a piece of research on new equipment combined with practical training innovations sent by Zhang Lie, the current battalion commander of the special camp.
One year after its founding, Brigadier Zhuang Yan was focusing on more than just organizational changes. As he said in his speech at the company-level cadre meeting, changing the organization was just changing the skin, and changing the brain was the key.
In the future, special operations will no longer focus on the combat capabilities of individual soldiers. Instead, they will have to arm themselves with high-tech equipment. If seamless cooperation and coordination are achieved between battalions, the roles of battalions with different combat characteristics will be combined. Take it to the extreme.
Therefore, he encouraged young cadres and even soldiers throughout the brigade to submit any good suggestions on tactics and equipment directly to their superiors. If adopted, they would be rewarded at least, or reported at the end of the year.
Zhang Haiou feels that Zhuang Yan is doing useless work. It's not that he can't listen to the officers and soldiers of the company and platoon. It's just that he spends all day thinking about tactics and equipment improvements. Will he relax in training because of this?
Not once did he raise the impact of this model to Zhuang Yan, but Zhuang Yan told him that whether the equipment is good or not, the grassroots combat officers and soldiers actually have the most say.
When they make requests, we as leaders contact the military industry department to make improvements. This has nothing to do with affecting training.
This time he came over again, and Zhuang Yan thought it was still the same thing.
"Is something wrong? Lao Zhang."
Zhang Haiou said: "Oh, that's it. In a few days, the soldiers we sent out to participate in peacekeeping will come back. The political commissar just told me to organize people to hold a welcome ceremony and so on. These guys The kid has been in Africa for so long and received awards from the United Nations. All these materials have been sent to us. The political commissar said that they have brought glory to our Menghu Brigade and I want to repay them when they come back. I think they came back. That day, I organized people from the special camp to go to the gate to beat gongs and drums to make the atmosphere lively."
Zhuang Yan said: "You can make up your own mind on this matter. There is no need to ask me."
Zhang Haiou said: "As the deputy brigade commander, don't I respect you as the brigade commander? I couldn't transfer the special camp to the welcome ceremony that day without saying hello to you, right?"
Zhuang Yan suddenly stopped looking through the materials and shifted his gaze from the paper to Zhang Haiou.
"Lao Zhang, we have been working together for a year. In fact, after such a long time, you should understand my style of doing things. I am not that domineering. Of course, I will be stubborn sometimes, but if it is because of work, A red face is a red face, an argument is an argument, and I will never take it seriously. Therefore, you really don’t need to be too taboo about too many rules and regulations with me. We work together with only one purpose, to transform the entire Meng within three years. The Tiger Brigade has become the first-class special forces in the army. Do you think so?"
Zhang Haiou's face turned red.
In fact, he also knew what kind of person Zhuang Yan was after getting along with him for this year, and Zhang Haiou had a good idea of what kind of person he was.
When Zhuang Yan first came, Zhang Haiou was a little unconvinced, but now after one year, he really has to be convinced.
"Brigadier, look at you..." He sneered: "I'm just teasing you, don't take it seriously."
Nodding solemnly: "Well..."
Then he asked: "Is there anything else?"
Zhang Haiou said: "I just heard from the political commissar that because our soldiers have done a lot of deeds during their stay in country L, it is one thing for the United Nations to award them with awards and honors. After they come back, we plan to do the same here. This material was sent to the military region, intending to report merit for several outstanding soldiers, including two first-class merit. Before that, it was said that it was necessary to build momentum and let the Army Propaganda Department publicize it, and bring Hou Jun and Li Their deeds are written up in reports and appear in military newspapers, which is of great help in achieving meritorious service."
Zhuang Yan said: "I am not good at propaganda. I agree in principle. Let the political commissar handle the specific operations."
After a pause, he suddenly asked again: "By the way, which two are receiving first-class merit?"
Zhang Haiou said: "Hou Jun and Li Zheng. During a patrol mission, they encountered fighting between militants and Gaulish regiments. They successfully evacuated the entire village. They also ventured into the tunnel to dismantle the bomb vest and rescued a child. . To be honest, it’s not too much to give him first-class credit for such a deed.”
Hearing that Hou Jun could report first-class merit, Zhuang Yan's eyes lit up.
"This matter..."
He thought about it.
"Okay, I'll call the political commissar later to communicate."
Zhang Haiou smiled: "Brigadier Commander, you just said that you are not good at these things. What happened? You regretted it in the blink of an eye?"
He solemnly smiled and said: "I don't care about anything else. If Hou Jun can get first-class merit, he can be promoted as an exception. When I reported merit to him, my superiors didn't approve it. I have always felt guilty about it. This is a good opportunity. If I can get the merit award, I can justifiably submit a report in the future and ask for an exceptional promotion of Hou Jun. The quality of this veteran is very good, and he has been working hard in the army for so many years. I feel a little uncomfortable if he is asked to become a non-commissioned officer and change his career. "
Hou Jun is Zhang Haiou's soldier and has always been his favorite general, even during the Menghu Regiment era.
Zhang Haiou felt a pang in his heart because he was unable to give Hou Jun any credit, let alone dignity.
Seeing that Zhuang Yan was so concerned about a soldier's affairs, he suddenly felt warm in his heart and felt that the brigade commander was really a good superior.
Such a brigade commander has nothing to say.
"Yes, Hou Jun is also my soldier. Before the Menghu Regiment was reorganized, the regiment won a lot of honors every year through him, but there was never any substantial reward for him. It is not common for us to agree with what a soldier does. The best way to make a contribution is to make meritorious contributions, and anything else is in vain."
"Don't worry, I'll take care of this." Zhuang Yan said, "I think I'll go to the political commissar in person later."
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On the day Li Zheng and the others came back, all the comrades from the special reconnaissance battalion took gongs and drums to the boulevard behind the brigade headquarters gate and lined up in two lines on the roadside. As soon as the convoy arrived, battalion commander Zhang Lie gave the order , Dongdong knocked loudly.
Li Zheng was sitting in the front of the bus, looking at the lively scene outside, looking at his comrades who had been away from him for more than half a year, and he felt as if he was a world away.
After an eight-month peacekeeping trip in Country L, the moment Li Zheng returned to China and got off the plane, he had the illusion that he had entered another unreal world.
Compared with country l, there are no flying bullets, no IEDs on the roadside, and no suicide attacks.
Here, all peace seems to be so natural.
Li Zheng felt that after experiencing this peacekeeping trip, his whole view of the world was different.
But what was different, he couldn't tell for the time being.
When leaving country l, Li Zheng didn't have time to tell Bulma.
Since Bulma went to school, he would only run around various military camps to earn pocket money when he was not in class.
He didn't know what Bulma's first feeling would be like when he went to the Chinese peacekeeping camp and found that none of the soldiers here knew him.
Maybe I was worrying too much.
In recent years, there have been many troops from various countries coming in and out of country L. There are always people coming and there are always people leaving.
Bulma's studies will also be of concern to the subsequent officers and soldiers of the Chinese peacekeeping force. Before leaving country l, Xia Zhiguo and the local mayor jointly set up a support group to provide opportunities for some out-of-school children to go to school. Although his own group He left, but this business will continue to be maintained until the Chinese people leave country l.
When it's time to leave, Country L may truly be at peace.
Maybe……
