Chapter 946

The special operations team's battle went very smoothly. Although the Zheyinshan side was prepared and it wasn't raining, the battle was solved perfectly. There were no soldiers who died directly, and the most seriously injured was a shot in the thigh. Wang Yan dug out the bullet on the spot, disinfected it, and returned to the country without any danger.

After two days of rest, they returned to Beijing by plane and landed by parachute. There had always been training in this area, and Wang Yan had led the jumps at the beginning...

After all team members wrote combat reports, the chief came to the barracks to inspect and express condolences, affirming the role of the special operations team and the necessity of expanding its scale. He asked Wang Yan for his opinion on the code name of the special operations team. Wang Yan didn't pretend; he spoke when asked, and proposed naming it "Canglong" (Azure Dragon) on the spot. It was auspicious, majestic, and ancient, desolate, and heavy. The chief agreed with the name with a smile.

The designation of the troops is numerical, like the 14th Army, 40th Division, 118th Regiment, etc. That thing is not something Wang Yan can decide based on his mood. He hadn't reached that level yet, and it wasn't his turn to decide.

Thus, the special operations team became the "Canglong Special Operations Brigade," with Wang Yan holding two posts, serving as Mobile Corps Commander and Political Commissar. It was decided to expand combat personnel to five hundred, and outstanding talents would be selected from various military regions to supplement the remaining four hundred. Counting the corresponding logistics and administrative personnel, Mobile Corps Commander Wang was also in charge of a thousand or eight hundred people.

However, his rank did not improve; he was still a deputy regimental level. The difference was that he was now a regular deputy regimental level, belonging to the combat sequence, not the previous administrative deputy regimental level. Obviously, the current deputy regimental level has more gold content.

It is now 1980, and he is twenty-six years old...

He didn't stay in Beijing for too long this time.

The main purpose, of course, was to make a face-to-face report to the chief on the next step of the special operations team's development. Now that there was a designation, a code name, and expanded personnel establishment, the goal of his trip back was already completed.

He reviewed the previous battles for the soldiers and set the next training plan. At the same time, he updated a selection standard and sent it to various military regions.

As for the selection standard, this is something that must be constantly iterated and optimized. Even for Wang Yan, it was impossible for him to grasp this degree all at once; it needed to be constantly improved and refined. Even if he could grasp it directly, he couldn't do that; after all, he had to leave it for others to summarize.

Because of the high-intensity training and the initial stage of building the team, Wang Yan stuffed a lot of people into the team, all of whom were researchers. There were those studying nutrition, those studying training, those studying sports medicine, etc., etc. In short, it was constant research and summary.

Eating, training, resting, tactics, and other links were all being studied by people, which was to constantly optimize and adjust various links, so as to become more reasonable, better improve the soldiers' combat effectiveness, and better ensure the soldiers' health.

In addition, Wang Yan went to Xiao Suizi's house again, was scolded severely by her parents, and didn't even get a bite of food, which was quite unpleasant. For Wang Yan, of course, it didn't matter. Before Xiao Suizi could comfort him, he was already comforting Xiao Suizi.

Naturally, it should be him comforting Xiao Suizi; after all, it was because of him that Xiao Suizi made the sacrifice. Even if Xiao Suizi was a considerate person, he couldn't let her pay more.

He also used the evening time to accompany Hao Shuwen and Lin Dingding. He stayed in Beijing for less than a month in total before continuing his touring career.

Returning to Beijing again, it was already the spring of 1981.

Wang Yan bought all kinds of meat and vegetables. In the evening, Hao Shuwen, Xiao Suizi, and Liu Feng's family of three all came to his big house, and everyone had a meal together.

Watching Wang Yan smiling and putting food in the child's bowl, Liu Feng sighed: "The two of us haven't seen each other for over a year. Look, my son is already this big."

"Are you scolding me?" Wang Yan shook his head with a smile, "It's just that I had a lot of things to do last time I returned to Beijing, and I stayed for less than a month in total. I heard from Shuwen and the others that the three of you are doing well, so I didn't disturb you."

"How could that be? Don't I know you're busy? I'm just sighing that time passes so fast. Sometimes when I think of the past, it's like it happened yesterday, but calculating carefully, from the time in the art troupe until now, it's been eight years. So many things have happened in these years, and the changes have been too great."

"Normal. We're heading toward thirty anyway, and this kid can already drink wine. Sighing about life is also necessary. Wasn't it decided before to develop the economy? And contracting started. The economic development in the past two years has clearly improved quite a bit. It looks like there are more buildings in the city. In another twenty years, I imagine it will be earth-shaking."

Xiao Suizi asked strangely: "Hey, speaking of economic development, I heard that the military is starting to downsize?"

Liu Feng nodded repeatedly: "I heard that too. You really have foresight."

"It started downsizing long ago. When we were in the art troupe before, we underwent reorganization, including after fighting Vietnam, it has been going on. Last year, various departments already ordered downsizing. You know this news, is it because the art troupe started downsizing? Did the comrades in the troupe say so before?"

Hao Shuwen replied: "Little Ballet, Drolma, and the others wrote letters saying that all art troupes at the military division level are to be downsized. Those people in the troupe are like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each showing their own magic, all trying to find a way out. Didn't you say that when the situation becomes clear, you want to retire and do business? Now that the chief values you so much and you have so much work, you don't have that idea anymore, right?"

"Times change. If I were to retire now, not to mention others, first of all, your father would be shouting to shoot me. As for other work being too much, that's secondary. No one is indispensable. But now that the team is initially formed, I really need to be here; it's not time for me to retreat yet. We'll see later."

Wang Yan looked at Liu Feng, "Do you have any plans?"

"Do you have arrangements?"

"No. It depends on yourself. If you find it boring, I'll give you some ideas, give you some money, and you can retire and do business. If you're doing well and don't want to move, then maintaining the status quo is also good. It depends on your choice. But if you go into business, it will definitely be much harder than now, and you might not be able to take care of your family when you get busy."

Liu Feng looked at his wife and children and thought about his current life: "The child is still young, let's talk about it later. I actually don't have such big ambitions. It feels pretty good like this now. It's just that I earn less, and after spending a little here and there, there's nothing left, and I might not be able to pay back the money I owe you."

"I should give you a set of military boxing to send you back to the art troupe; you keep nagging about this little thing endlessly." Wang Yan rested his hands on the table and pointed at Liu Feng with his chopsticks.

"Seeking truth from facts. I'm not afraid you'll forget; I'm afraid I'll forget myself. Nagging with you is also to remind myself. Come, come, come, drink, drink."

Having such a casual dinner, they sent Liu Feng's family of three away.

In the alley, Liu Feng rode a 28-inch bicycle with a small wooden chair on the crossbar. Liu Jingxiu held the handlebars, her short legs swinging back and forth, and He Xiaoping sat on the back seat on one side. The family of three went away just like that.

Seeing their backs, Xiao Suizi was actually a little envious.

She turned her head and looked at Wang Yan, who was smoking: "I'm leaving too. No need to see me off; it won't delay you two from being cozy."

"Stay for a while, chat, talk, let's go, go back and drink some tea." After saying that, Wang Yan turned around and returned to the courtyard.

Hao Shuwen and Xiao Suizi followed behind, strolling along.

Returning to the study, Wang Yan continued to sit there making tea. The two women sat on the side at will, neither of them sitting properly. Hao Shuwen crossed her legs, while Xiao Suizi sat sideways, resting her legs on the armrest, wearing trendy jeans that outlined her good curves.

"You're not leaving again this time, right?" Hao Shuwen asked casually, fiddling with her fingernails.

"Not leaving. From now on, I'll honestly train soldiers, research equipment, and write books."

He really didn't have to leave again. The special operations team had already fought in the war to prove its value, expanded the team, and there was no shortage of various personnel. From now on, he only needed to be in charge. He couldn't be a Mobile Corps Commander who trained a bunch of special forces, only to have to charge forward with a gun himself when fighting. Then what's the point of training soldiers and doing special operations? He could just risk his own life.

The touring and gathering of materials that was everywhere before had been completed. Just waiting to write with concentration, it would be another long novel, but it would take a long time. There would always be things to do in the future.

Even if there was nothing to do, he had to pick up his musical instruments and practice. When he first came here, he thought about practicing a few more musical instruments to cultivate his sentiment when bored, but he had been busy for many years, and only the suona was played decently...

Wang Yan took a sip of tea and asked: "Are you two graduating this year?"

"Isn't that so? In the blink of an eye, it's been four years. How about it? Do you have any arrangements?" Xiao Suizi held the teacup in her hand, blowing air gently.

"What arrangements could I have? I'm just seeing what you want to do. Some things need to be considered in advance."

Hao Shuwen said: "Doesn't the country assign jobs? We are the first batch of college students after the resumption of the college entrance examination, and we all have the advantage. Especially since our schools are not bad, the assigned jobs won't be too bad."

"I'm talking about what you want to do, not what the country assigns."

"If you put it that way, you know, I want to be a writer like you. I also like writing things. I also want to open a big bookstore, full of books, and I'll spend all day in the bookstore reading and writing."

Xiao Suizi said, her face full of longing.

Hao Shuwen curled her lips; she felt that this little woman was very sour.

She said: "I don't know what I want to do."

"Didn't you study political economics? Go do economics and earn me a bookstore." Xiao Suizi instigated.

"Hmm, she's right. If you don't know what to do, you can go into business. But you might have to wait until after you have a child; otherwise, it won't be convenient. I'm not urging you; it's your parents. They are always thinking that my family only has me as a single seedling."

"You're already a landlord, can't you have a prosperous family?" Hao Shuwen rolled her eyes.

Xiao Suizi helped out on the side: "Exactly, exactly."

"Even if I'm a landlord, I don't have a family. That also requires you two to be willing for my Wang family to prosper. But seriously, whether to have children or not, it doesn't matter to me. It depends on your ideas. If you want to have them, have them; if you don't, forget it.

However, Suizi, you don't need Shuwen to earn your bookstore. I heard that individual businesses are being discussed. Wait until next year to see if you can register. When the time comes, find a storefront and open one directly for you. It won't cost much money."

"We'll see when the time comes. It's still too early to talk about this."

"Then are you having children?"

"Are you annoying? I'm leaving."

Wang Yan stepped forward and hugged Xiao Suizi: "I told you, what's the rush?"

"Hey, I'm still here."

"You come too."

"Ah~~"

"Dog of a man, I knew you were up to no good."

"I'm already a landlord, haven't I enjoyed the happiness of having both? Is that appropriate?"

Wang Yan, of course, didn't forget Lin Dingding, but his communication with Lin Dingding was relatively simple and direct; all words were in bed. Lin Dingding didn't have high requirements for him either; having money to spend, being able to see him, and having things solved was fine.

She didn't know when she was grasped by Wang Yan. In short, the situation was like this, and she didn't want to destroy it. Everyone was very good...

No matter where he was, Wang Yan's days were always so comfortable.

During the day, he was either in the barracks in the suburbs or attending meetings at the Equipment Department. At night, he was at home organizing interview records and writing "Blood-Stained Style." Occasionally, he might go on a business trip. That was just following the soldiers' field training or running to the seaside to watch the soldiers swim with weapons in the surging waves.

His book was written for three years. The reason it took so long was just because he had too many things to do. And what he wrote first was "My View," a book of over 700,000 words, which the chiefs all said was good.

After all, it had a story, so it was naturally much better than dry data. As for whether it was really good, that was a matter of opinion.

As for "Blood-Stained Style," the whole book was 1.7 million words. It not only explained the month-long war clearly but also wrote about many soldiers and commanders at all levels on the battlefield. There were no confidentiality requirements for this.

Published, the response was quite good. Many articles surrounding the Vietnam War had been published, but in terms of pattern, they were not enough, far from as grand as what Wang Yan wrote. He even wrote about why the war started and why it started at this time—international issues like this. Even if other writers had a big pattern, they didn't have the guts.

And relatively speaking, writers at this time had caught their breath, and most of them were studying the past, writing for forty years without stopping...

It is worth mentioning that at the first Mao Dun Literature Prize, Wang Yan's "11th Army" won the award. The first session was from 1977 to 1981. The published works, "11th Army," was published at the beginning of 1977, just in time for this period.

This is the book that established Wang Yan's status in the literary world. A large group of big shots from all walks of life affirmed it, and no matter what, they couldn't get around it. Awarding it, they were also uneasy; not awarding it, there was no way to show authority. There was still a story here.

Wang Yan, of course, wouldn't add trouble to others, so it was decided. He even attended in person, giving a lot of face.

In 1988, the military rank system was restored, and thirty-five-year-old Wang Yan became one of the first batch.

At this time, the special operations team had expanded to more than two thousand people, which was enough to be called the Canglong Special Operations Brigade. Wang Yan still played a key role in it, and his own merits were great, so he was successfully promoted by one level.

But he wouldn't be able to do it for long. Having done special operations for nearly ten years, it was time to leave.

It's just that Wang Yan didn't care about this; he was happy to be idle.

In fact, it was rare for him to be idle. At the Equipment Department, he also played a significant role. It was really because he was quite capable of causing trouble; the more he researched, the fiercer he became.

Being too awesome is his fault. Thank the Living Father for letting him have this fault...