Chapter 1191

Wang Yan almost started smoking.

It was so sudden; while everyone was chatting and laughing, they started to smoke.

Only Wang Yan and another soldier were left. The other one was lucky; Wang Yan wasn't, but it could also be said to be lucky.

To guard against another sneak attack, he arranged for the soldiers to be on guard, and ran to the hillside to scout. Just as he reached the hillside, before he could start scouting, he saw smoke rising in the forest.

Before a minute passed, Gao Cheng's voice sounded on the walkie-talkie: "Wang Yan, the Blue Army just did a saturation strike in your area, you dodged it, right?"

"Didn't start smoking. Company Commander, this time there's no running away, it must be Old A. That bastard Yuan Lang really doesn't talk about martial arts; he must have discovered me and directly fired artillery to bomb me, damn it."

"This is war, what, do they have to tell you first? If I were him, I would bomb you. Only fools use lives to fill." Gao Cheng laughed, "It's also your fault for not being low-key when you went to their side before. Now it's good, they discovered your position and directly did a saturation strike. Alright, hurry up and see how many are left in the squad, and retreat."

"Yes!"

Wang Yan responded and quickly ran down the hillside.

Gao Cheng was right. As mentioned earlier, encountering snipers means artillery bombing, and encountering special forces means large-scale encirclement and suppression—nowhere to hide in the sky or on the ground. This is the most correct choice.

It is also an economic account that doesn't need precise calculation to understand.

A soldier, from the beginning of enlistment until going out to fight, the various equipment, allowances, treatment, benefits, etc., issued, all add up to hundreds of thousands. And the pension for a soldier's sacrifice ranges from hundreds of thousands to over a million. Of course, this is the treatment of a major power. If it were small warlords, ethnic armed forces, etc., there wouldn't be so much.

If a major power goes to war, people like Wang Yan on the battlefield finish off one enemy and consume a million of the other side. According to the situation where he hid most of his strength in the exercise, on average, he eliminates one hundred people in one exercise. That is to say, he alone makes the enemy consume hundreds of millions in economic consumption.

If it is a veteran who has been trained for many years and has experienced many battles, the value is even greater. Adding the impact of victory or defeat in local wars, the impact on overall strategy, etc., etc., are all quite significant. The value is also impossible to actually measure.

Of course, this is just a rough calculation, not to be taken seriously, but that's the meaning.

And in actual war, the value of a soldier may not be that high. For example, in the Russia-Ukraine war, the attrition of frontline soldiers is very fast. In the most tragic Battle of Bakhmut, the average survival time of soldiers on both sides was less than four hours. But because of the war, the price of artillery shells has doubled.

But no matter what, being able to use artillery shells worth millions or even tens of millions to finish off Wang Yan is cost-effective. When necessary, using missiles to bomb him is also cost-effective.

Yuan Lang bombing him, of course, has no problem at all. If you really calculate it, the value of special forces soldiers is even higher...

When Wang Yan returned to the hiding place, he saw a group of soldiers gathered together, cursing and eating the unfinished military rations.

Wang Yan asked with a smile: "Who is left?"

"Report to Squad Leader, just me." A young soldier raised his hand; it was a recruit who came this year.

"Alright, Liu, come with me. You guys lift the concealment, pack up, drive the combat vehicle to our company side, and wait for us to go back together after the fight."

Because the combat vehicle was also eliminated, Wang Yan arranged for it, let the smoking soldiers pack up, and he took the recruit named Liu, packed the equipment, carried more than fifty kilograms of supplies, and went back to find Gao Cheng to report.

Knowing the opponent and seeing the means of saturation strike at every turn, the Seventh Company had already contracted its defense, started digging trenches, digging individual anti-artillery holes, and arranging anti-aircraft fire points. The whole place became a large construction site, all holding engineering shovels and digging pits.

Seeing Wang Yan come back, a group of people laughed and ridiculed.

"Wang Yan, we heard it, you're really lucky. If you had been bombed and started smoking, that would have been interesting. Became a commander of a single soldier, right? Haha."

"Blind? I'm such a big soldier, didn't you see? Just the two of us left. Whatever happens, we have company." Wang Yan waved his hand with a smile, "Don't laugh at me, there will be a time for you to cry."

Seeing Wang Yan looking like he was angry and frustrated, everyone was even happier.

Xu Sanduo walked over and said seriously: "Wang Yan, I'll avenge you."

"Obey orders and listen to commands." Wang Yan said with a smile, "I wasn't eliminated, even if I was, it wasn't death, what revenge is there? Alright, go dig your pit."

After saying that, Wang Yan patted Xu Sanduo on the shoulder and went to find Gao Cheng to report.

"Company Commander!"

"Back." Gao Cheng nodded with a smile, took out a cigarette, shared two, and lit his own, exhaling smoke, "You two just follow me, do reserve support. I estimate that when night comes, they will definitely come to sneak attack, there will be a time for you to show your skills."

"Yes!"

Wang Yan responded and consciously took a shovel to dig a pit.

After a while, the fortifications were built. Some were on guard outside, and some were huddled in the pit chatting.

Wang Yan chatted with Gao Cheng about the differences in special forces. Of course, in his mouth, special forces were not that great either.

Gao Cheng waved his hand and said: "What you said is not representative. From the beginning of the war until now, our regiment has been harassed to varying degrees, and the casualties are heavy. It's just our side that you blocked. If they had touched over, and the follow-up forces had followed, our regiment would have been wiped out by at least half. Up to now, all our means have been used, and we haven't found the Blue Army's command post.

We couldn't find the command post in previous exercises either, but we could roughly judge the direction. This time, we don't even know the direction. I heard our communications were cracked, maybe our previous calls were intercepted. Now we can only hold on, we can't fight out at all, and we don't even know where to fight. We can only wait for them to take the initiative to come over and fight them with bayonets.

This battle is really damn frustrating."

Wang Yan opened his heavenly eyes and said: "Is it possible that their command post is not on the ground? They have armed helicopters, can't it be on the plane?"

"What do you think our anti-aircraft battalion is for? If we found the plane, we would have finished them long ago. Now we can't find anyone, can't find anything."

Gao Cheng shook his head, "Wait, wait for them to take the initiative to come to the door."

In real combat, dealing with special forces is large-scale encirclement and suppression. But it obviously doesn't work now; they don't have that many troops. And once the support between units is not smooth, it is very likely that they will be taken advantage of by the special forces and defeated one by one.

So fighting this position battle now is the best choice for the 702nd Regiment, and they are the Red side, the defensive side, and the special forces are the Blue side, the offensive side. The defensive side can attack, but the offensive side is very difficult to defend.

Not to mention that the opposite side is special forces that are not superior in number. Once they defend, they will be surrounded by the 702nd Regiment, and no matter how special they are, it will be in vain; they can only attack.

The current situation is that the 702nd Regiment knows that the special forces will definitely sneak attack tonight, and the special forces also know that the 702nd Regiment knows they are going to sneak attack, but they have to come.

The problem is how to come...

The first half of the night was peaceful. In the second half of the night, when the soldiers were already sleepy and their eyelids were fighting, the special forces' attack began.

Dense gunfire sounded, and people on the Seventh Company's position began to smoke.

"Counterattack! Counterattack! Everyone damn it, cheer up!"

Gao Cheng kept shouting, letting the soldiers cheer up. After he finished shouting and started firing, he subconsciously looked to the side, wanting to find Wang Yan, but found that Wang Yan had run to the outer position to find a high point to snipe.

Wang Yan rushed out the moment the gun sounded.

Special forces are not for nothing; their marksmanship is very accurate. Just now, the first round, caught off guard, directly finished off more than ten people.

Wang Yan fully absorbed the experience and lessons, didn't stay with the majority, ran to the side to snipe accurately, and attracted the attention of the opposite side, containing them, maximizing his combat effectiveness.

For a time, gunfire was loud in the forest. The smoke from the eliminated people, and the smoke bombs deliberately released by the special forces, filled the whole forest.

Wang Yan was not affected, because he was still like before, sniping while doing various tactical movements to dodge, and at the same time moving toward the flank.

He shot accurately, dodged quickly, and moved flexibly, even to the point where sometimes he would retreat, making people unable to figure out which direction his next step would be, and wanting to fire a preemptive shot wouldn't work. As for the four-sided blockade, aiming at different directions, Wang Yan would also pop his head out from different high, middle, and low positions to shoot. The people aiming didn't have his reaction speed, and when they wanted to fire, the person had already started smoking.

"Captain, that one over there must be Wang Yan, this kid shoots too accurately. What should we do?"

Hearing Qi Heng's voice in the earpiece, Yuan Lang laughed: "Execute according to the original plan."

Very quickly, the special forces took action.

They pretended to be defeated and started to retreat. Or rather, this part of the force in the open was really defeated, and they could only retreat.

Seeing them retreat, the Seventh Company soldiers who were already hot-headed ran out of the trenches to chase them, beating the drowning dog.

Then, as expected, after chasing out for hundreds of meters, they were ambushed, hit on the flank, and dozens of people started smoking in an instant. Gao Cheng kept shouting for retreat, his voice almost cracking, so there was a moment of chaos.

On this side, the Seventh Company retreated, and the special forces on that side also started to retreat after taking advantage.

But Wang Yan didn't mess up, nor did he retreat.

He had been on the flank, constantly firing and eliminating the enemy.

The advantage the special forces took was being beaten back by him one shot at a time.

Chasing out for more than five hundred meters like this, Wang Yan stopped, hid behind a tree, and contacted Gao Cheng.

"Company Commander, should I keep chasing?"

"How many did you finish?"

"Thirty is always there."

Gao Cheng was silent for a while on that side, and replied: "Come back, they have good equipment and many people. If you chase them again, they will play with you. It's not a loss after all."

In fact, if Wang Yan were really allowed to play hide-and-seek with the special forces in the jungle, he could play them to death. But he was a soldier, and obeying orders and listening to commands was the primary thing. There is individual heroism on the battlefield, and the country also commends heroes. But more importantly, it has always been collectivism. Commending heroes is to stimulate the combat effectiveness of the collective.

So Wang Yan obediently retreated, letting those special forces members who were chased and beaten by Wang Yan breathe a sigh of relief.

They didn't think about flanking and directly finishing Wang Yan. But it didn't work.

Wang Yan's speed was too fast, and his feeling was too keen. Once they had the intention of dispersing and flanking, Wang Yan would fight while retreating. And he shot accurately. In such a short pull, they would have people smoking.

If they ignored him, Wang Yan would shoot accurately from behind. They were in a dilemma, and none of the special forces tactics could be exerted. They had never been so frustrated.

"This kid finally retreated. Why didn't we bomb him until he started smoking before?" Qi Heng was very talkative, saying, "Captain, I think we are going to lose face this time. If Wang Yan doesn't smoke, we can't fight. Even if we finish the Seventh Company, as long as he is left alone, he can chase us and beat us. I thought simply before. I thought that when we reached the jungle, it was our home field. I didn't expect this kid to be even fiercer in the jungle than indoors."

Yuan Lang laughed: "Keep a normal heart. Losing to Wang Yan is not losing face. Everyone knows Wang Yan is amazing, invincible as an individual. Before the exercise, I specifically gave a preventive injection, it's no big deal. Wait for me to report first, see if there is anyone who is not convinced, and let them come over."

"Hey, this move is good, Captain. You'd better provoke them. Let everyone finish Wang Yan once, then we will have no problem." Qi Heng was very understanding.

Yuan Lang understood even better, so he reported directly...

Of course they were not convinced, but there was no way. Wang Yan was really too abnormal, too disgusting. They could exchange one person for ten or twenty when fighting ordinary units. But when they reached Wang Yan, they couldn't exchange dozens of people for Wang Yan alone. Too powerful, powerful enough to make people despair...

Returning to the Seventh Company, the soldiers were buzzing and chatting, all in high spirits.

"How many did we lose?"

"Including your squad, sixty-two people were reduced, and the combat loss was over half." Gao Cheng shook his head and sighed, "Thanks to you fighting fiercely, otherwise our combat loss ratio would be too ugly. When have we ever been so miserable? It has to be that Old A is amazing, amazingly should be."

"What's the use of being amazing? Isn't he still being chased by Wang Yan?" Wu Liuyi leaned over to talk.

"Go, go, dead people don't come here."

Wang Yan waved his hand. He had seen it just now; Wu Liuyi and others had all run to the back.

Wu Liuyi didn't care at all, laughing: "No cigarettes, support, support."

Wang Yan took out a box of Yuxi from his pocket, smoked one himself, shared two with Gao Cheng and Hong Xingguo, and gave the rest to Wu Liuyi.

"Leaving, looking forward to our early meeting." Wu Liuyi laughed.

"Get lost." Gao Cheng scolded.

The liveliness didn't last long, and people gradually became quiet. Except for those on guard, they all fell asleep in a daze.

Xu Sanduo, Shi Jin, Bai Tiejun, and Gan Xiaoning were not smoking. Wang Yan and the few of them gathered together, chatting and laughing, and gradually, they all fell asleep.

Wang Yan also drilled into the hole and squinted.

He had participated in exercises so many times, and all of them were bombed until he started smoking...