Chapter 462: Colonel Zheng, Congratulations on Getting Rich!

Hahaha, we're rich, we're rich!

In the office, Zheng Chengfeng looked at the "contribution money" recorded in the notebook and laughed, "We're rich."

"These damn bastards, always whining about being broke; if it's not lacking this, it's lacking that, constantly complaining about how difficult it is, about to be unable to lift the pot?"

"Result? By now they're all exposed! Looks like I underestimated these guys' cunning; each one is really resourceful!"

Lu Yang: Actually, we can't blame them; funding itself fluctuates—more this quarter, less next quarter. Having surplus supplies in hand keeps the mind at ease.

Zheng Chengfeng laughed, "Now, the surplus they had is all in our hands; good, good, it doesn't damage their foundation yet helps the unit's development."

"Based on what's in the notebook, it'll sustain you for two or three months, more than enough!"

"And with the thirty‑five sets of equipment that Jiaolong procured, the hardware issue is temporarily solved, isn't it?"

After speaking, Zheng Chengfeng handed him a bulging file bag: "Here's the initial personnel list for the Rapid Reaction Force, plus a roughly drafted training plan; take a look first."

Lu Yang took it, untied the tangled thin strings, and pulled out several documents from inside.

Although this project lacked written approval and was merely a pilot carried out privately.

But one must admit the procedures are quite rigorous; it includes a development outline, planning routes, training plans, even political thought, and the prospective positive impact on Navy construction.

A thick stack, like a thesis; without any real substance in the belly, it's hard to produce such detailed content.

Thus, one can see the commander's seriousness about this project; it's certainly not just idle talk.

Lu Yang set the others aside, picked up the personnel roster for a glance, and immediately frowned.

"Commander, why are there so few people left? This isn't what you promised earlier."

"Lu Yang, before you took this senior lieutenant rank and became an examiner, I told you four words: survival of the fittest."

Zheng Chengfeng crossed his ten fingers, looking at him seriously: "You know well that the Special Third Regiment's structure used to be bloated; when you need talent, the better the unit, the more so."

"The Rapid Reaction Force must select the best of the best, to ensure combat power and to see results in a short time."

"One reason past cases failed was forcing everyone onto the same level; that's fundamentally impossible and unrealistic."

Lu Yang naturally understood this; otherwise, no one would flock like mad to vie for good troops at any cost.

In a unit, the more excellent, proactive, and specialized soldiers, the stronger the overall strength; the opposite makes it weaker.

The Rapid Reaction Force is a special‑nature unit; even one or two weak soldiers can eventually drag down the whole tempo.

It must achieve high unity; from top to bottom everyone must be ready to jump into combat at a moment's notice. Such urgency isn't something ordinary people can endure.

Zheng Chengfeng added, "Don't worry; given the Special Third Regiment's performance in the assessment, we'll assign the others to technical posts as much as possible. As long as they keep researching and digging deep in their positions, there's still room for development."

Lu Yang heard this and felt the weight in his heart lift.

People are always partial; he doesn't know other units and can't control them.

The Special Third Regiment is where his dream of joining the army began, witnessing his sweat and effort along the way.

Before the adaptation, they took a group photo in front of the regiment's statue for memory; in the end he alone guarded the barracks for so long.

Because he feels attached to the old unit, even though many misunderstood him in the assessment, Lu Yang still wants to do what he can to find a good way out for everyone.

In the future, regardless of whether these brothers from the regiment are assigned to ship fleets, coastal defense units, or any logistics support department.

He hopes everyone can stay true to their original aspirations and continue the Special Third Regiment's spirit.

If the heart remains, the dream remains; at worst, start over.

Zheng Chengfeng continued, "Logically, such a specialized unit should be divided like Special Forces—into detachments, squadrons, and squads; but since the project is still classified, we'll stick to the conventional battalion‑company‑platoon structure."

"Currently, including Logistics, the total headcount is 153, organized at the battalion level and split into three companies…"

As Zheng Chengfeng spoke, Lu Yang also opened other basic data, all cross‑referenced.

First Company's commanders, Ma Qing'an and He Zhen Tao, have seventy‑two men, mainly former Iron Foot veterans, supplemented with some elite troops selected from other units.

Its role is an amphibious reconnaissance company, leveraging speed and high mobility, primarily responsible for battlefield reconnaissance, breakthroughs, and infiltration.

Second Company: the original Instructor was transferred; Gao Feng's partner became Pan Yuan, who was also formerly the Instructor of the old Sixth Company.

Its role is fire support, equipped with a few Type‑63 amphibious landing vehicles, individual heavy weapons, and assault boats.

Mainly responsible for breaching beach obstacles, covering landings, and providing strong fire support in a short time.

Third Company, under construction…

"Your position is Company Commander of the Third Company."

"But the Third Company is under construction, there's no one?"

"Now there's none, but won't there be people later?"

"So you think I'm the Light‑Staff Commander?"

"Wrong, I'm the Light‑Staff Company Commander."

"Additionally, you'll also serve as Instructor; you'll oversee the entire regiment's training. Only you have served in the Armed Police, passed the Jiaolong Special Operations selection, and studied Special Operations expertise."

"Furthermore, there's another task: you may select any ten to fifteen people to form one or two assault squads."

"You've been to the Jiaolong shipyard; you should know the importance of squad tactics in combat, even being the core of the team."

Lu Yang nodded vigorously; the three‑person tactical squad at the shipyard left a deep impression on him.

No exaggeration: just toss those three into a regular exercise, and the enemy commander won't even have a chance to wake up the next morning.

In a modern warfare context, a Special Operations squad's role is the mutual coordination of several top‑level assassins.

The watch and defense set by regular forces are essentially null for these Special Operations ghosts, having no effect.

At this point, a clear Rapid Reaction Force formation process is already evident.

Elusive and agile, suitable for executing commander‑level assault tactical squads.

Responsible for enemy reconnaissance, breakthroughs, infiltration, possessing high mobility, capable of dividing the battlefield's enemy as a reconnaissance company.

Suited for breaching beach obstacles, seizing beachheads, providing battlefield support and logistical ammunition for a heavy‑firepower company.

Lu Yang half‑jokingly said, "Strictly speaking, we currently only have amphibious?"

Zheng Chengfeng smiled: "If we can get the amphibious stuff ready, then we can talk about phase three; helicopters and transport aircraft will be matched up gradually; we don't have much time left, you need to hurry up."

Ah, just me alone, I feel there's not enough time; if only we could find another professional to help, that would be good.

Who do you want to find?

If we could bring Bai Yuan over, that would be great.

That's pure daydreaming; people can't even handle their own unit's work.

Otherwise, could we bring Lao Mao in?

Zheng Chengfeng thought he was really daydreaming: "Only the Flood Dragon ever goes out to poach others, and I've never heard of anyone daring to target them."

Lu Yang chuckled: "Who knows? Maybe one day the Flood Dragon will fall on hard times, and its people will be as easy to pick as cabbage."

Zheng Chengfeng shook his head: "Young people having dreams is good, but going too far is unrealistic; if you can poach the Flood Dragon's people for me, I'll promote you straight to deputy battalion."

Lu Yang burst out excited: "Hey, hey, that's what you said—no going back!"

Zheng Chengfeng: "Hehe, a gentleman's word is hard to take back."

He thought Lu Yang was still too young, unaware of the Flood Dragon's status in the Navy.

This is still the only unit in the Southern Navy directly under Navy Headquarters.

In other words, it's a unit on par with the Marine Corps, ship formations, and aviation formations.

Moreover, the Flood Dragon's special nature gives this unit the privilege, in special periods, to outrank parallel units in selection.

In other words, any soldier the Navy has that the Flood Dragon fancies can be taken straight away without reason; and Zheng Chengfeng's side can hold its own mainly because the quick-reaction force project's existence is itself extremely special.

Lu Yang, as an important part of that, has been singled out by the Commander, so he naturally couldn't be absorbed in.

But that doesn't mean their envisioned unit has the ability or permission to poach people from the Flood Dragon Special Operations.

If even Acting Brigade Commander Zheng Chengfeng can't do it, then Captain Company Commander Lu Yang, if he could, ought to just vacate his position and step aside.

By the way, there's also this.

What is this...?

Take it, it's for that veteran.

I'm accepting it on his behalf, thank you, chief!

Good soldier, you should stay in the unit and shine; alright, go back—you also need to properly explain to your comrades, the troop‑splitting work is set for tomorrow morning.

Yes.

Lu Yang rose to leave when a knock came from outside; the downstairs gate guard came to report a visitor.

The visitor belonged to a unit identified only by a string of numbers, with no unit designation, no obvious insignia, no post, and surname Zhao.

Zhao Haishen—how did he come here?

He's up to no good, huh?

Should I avoid him?

No, stay; let's see what trick he's trying to pull.

Fine.

Not long after, the office door was knocked.

Zhao Haishen still had his classic trademark smile, his tiny eyes almost disappearing when he grinned.

He held something in his hand, looking like a profiteer, just like a weasel paying New Year's respects to a chicken.

Brigade Commander Zheng, congratulations, congratulations, wishing you wealth!