Chapter 513: A Lion Fights a Rabbit, Yet Uses Full Strength

Very cunning, very a chicken thief, very shameless.

So, you think he's hard to deal with?

Only he is relatively hard to deal with; I don't regard the others.

Huang Honghui's answer was relatively fair; during the earlier scramble for the camp, everyone else performed rather averagely, but Lu Yang, that "cunning villain", he couldn't see through.

Therefore, the only person in the 3rd Brigade who can catch his eye and raise his vigilance is this one.

Feng Ming asked again: "Do you think he really has the ability to dismantle aerial bombs?"

Huang Honghui didn't understand: "Brigade Commander, do you suspect the bomb wasn't dismantled by him?"

"I don't know; the information hasn't been released publicly, and I haven't been on site."

Feng Ming got angry at the thought; if that Engineer Company commander had gone to the site for a walk, even just to fetch soy sauce, he could at least have learned something about the situation then.

For a unit, combat power is one aspect, and intelligence‑gathering ability is another.

A few junior commanders can only see the immediate, cannot think of the longer term, often putting this Brigade Commander in a passive position.

Huang Honghui proactively asked: "Brigade Commander, you called me here—do you have a mission to assign to me?"

Feng Ming nodded: "Your Night Tiger Reconnaissance Battalion is the regiment's spear and the brigade's ace; the exercise is about to start, but we have no knowledge of their training over there."

"This time it's caught us off guard; they launched a satellite, leaving us on the defensive."

"Therefore, I want you to assign people to monitor their training progress; know yourself and know the enemy, and you will never be in peril in a hundred battles."

Huang Honghui was somewhat uneasy: "Brigade Commander, isn't this not very good? After all, Night Tiger is an ace unit; they always look up, how can they look down? This would lower their standing, right?"

Feng Ming: "A lion fighting a rabbit still uses its full strength; moreover, you said Lu Yang is no easy target, so early prevention is reasonable."

"Combat doesn't officially begin the moment a shell is fired; psychological warfare and intelligence gathering often start well before the battle kicks off."

"As for the specifics, I won't intervene; handle it yourself, just keep a proper sense of proportion."

"Yes, I understand."

Huang Honghui understood the Brigade Commander's meaning.

The 3rd Brigade's sudden merit this time caught them off guard.

They say the barefoot aren't afraid of those wearing shoes; for the 3rd Brigade, the 2nd Brigade is the one wearing shoes.

In the exercise, the barefoot 3rd Brigade can lose, can be defeated; but if the 2nd Brigade loses, the problem becomes quite serious.

Not only does their status drop, but things originally belonging to their brigade may also be reduced, with subsidies redirected to the 3rd Brigade's construction.

Thus, to ensure the exercise is flawless and to win the competition better, starting the layout early and learning about the opponent in advance is very necessary.

Moreover, Lu Yang this guy never plays by the rules; keeping an eye on him is also to prevent being schemed.

Feng Ming: "You've been persistently asking when the Special Operations equipment that was swapped can be given to your Night Tiger; I went to the headquarters for a meeting yesterday and asked around?"

Huang Honghui, full of expectation, asked: "What did they say?"

"No hope."

"Why?"

"That batch of equipment has already ended up in Zheng Chengfeng's hands."

"How did it end up at the 3rd Brigade!"

Huang Honghui, full of astonishment, thought it was agreed that this year's batch swapped from Jiao Long would go to the Night Tiger Reconnaissance Battalion; dragging it out was one thing, but how did it end up over there?

"You think I got angry at the meeting just because the credit slipped away from us? Wrong, big wrong; I now have a bad premonition that the 3rd Brigade's momentum is coming on strong."

"There are already rumors outside that higher‑ups intend to form a new Special Operations company in the 3rd Brigade; I didn't believe it then, but after the meeting ended yesterday, Chief of Staff Jiao Longzhao gave me a heads‑up, and the more I think about it, the more possible it seems."

"The 3rd Brigade's merit was also told to me by him; otherwise I wouldn't have known such a thing."

"If—let me say if—the 3rd Brigade's Special Operations company is successfully formed, the Night Tiger Reconnaissance Battalion's position will be precarious."

"Brigade Commander, it's not that severe, right?"

Huang Honghui felt it was a bit far‑fetched.

Is a Special Operations company that easy to form?

How much money, how much time, how many experiences does it require?

Moreover, it also requires a large number of specialized technical personnel and a systematic special‑training regime......

Feng Ming analyzed for him: "Look, if it wasn't to build a Special Operations company, why would the equipment swapped from Jiao Long appear in the 3rd Brigade instead of ending up in your hands?"

"Their current barracks are somewhat old, but the facilities are complete, meeting the amphibious reconnaissance unit's daily training needs, and there's a saltwater lake behind; if it were just regular unit training, why would it be allocated there?"

"Also regarding this incident, all those Explosive Disposal Experts on site were helpless against that device; even our Engineer Company commander wouldn't dare touch it, yet they solved it effortlessly?"

"If it wasn't Lu Yang who did it, then there must be technical talent in their team; what kind of unit requires such a setup?"

Now even Huang Honghui had to believe it, the sense of crisis surged: "If that's truly the case, then we really must guard early and prepare in advance!"

Feng Ming nodded: "Facing the opponent squarely is the only way to defeat them better; I know a proctology doctor—if that hemorrhoid is bothering you, get it taken care of promptly."

"So that in combat you won't have your weakness exposed again and be struck at the vital point."

Huang Honghui once again recalled an unpleasant experience: "......"

"Go up or not?"

"Go!"

"Just like no one dares!"

"Then why are you just standing there, are you going up?"

"I'm afraid he'll kick me!"

Behind the Cafeteria, Kang Changyi, Zhou Kaidong and others each held a knife, eyeing the nearly three‑hundred‑kilogram fat pig before them, hesitant to act.

The pig was bought by all the teachers of the medical school, specially to thank Lu Yang and his team.

There are two in total, plus a slightly smaller one kept in a temporary pigpen.

Lu Yang frowned and urged: "Hurry up, stop dawdling; the Cook Squad is already heating water, and the soldiers are still waiting to eat the pork dish!"

We've all taken the anatomy class, we've seen blood—what's there to be afraid of?

A real man, Zhou Kaidong, you're the veteran squad leader—go set an example for everyone!

Okay!

Zhou Kaidong walked forward holding a knife, then stepped back.

It's not that he's not brave—he just needs someone to hold the pig down on the bench and tie its hooves.

Otherwise, one chop and the pig would have run off.

I'll tie the front hooves!

I'll tie the hind hooves!

I'll hold its throat!

I'll handle pulling the pig's tail!

Okay, coming!

Zhou Kaidong sharpened his knife, imagining himself a cold-blooded, ruthless killer.

He stepped forward, covered the pig's eyes, and with a puff stabbed toward its neck, hoping to bleed it first.

The cook squad leader hurried over with a small yellow basin to catch it—this can be used to fry tofu later, don't waste it like before.

The pig, pinned on the bench, began to struggle violently from the pain; several people exerted all their strength, holding it down firmly.

But they didn't expect the force to be so great that it collapsed the bench outright.

After hitting the ground, the pig flailed; its survival instinct let it break free, hooves flying as it bolted away.

Chen Panpan lunged, stabbing the pig's butt; the pig screamed, kicked with its hind legs, and ran off even faster.

Panpan, are you okay?

Good grief, I nearly got killed—how can it be so strong!

Nonsense, it's nearly three hundred pounds—like a small tank!

At dusk, the soldiers on the field doing weighted training saw this and rushed over to surround and intercept it, afraid they'd lose dinner.

Squad Leader Hong chased after with a basin in hand, shouting, "Waste! Waste! So wasteful!"

Lu Yang watched the mildly amusing scene, recalling his run under the sunset—that was his lost youth.

At that moment, he noticed two heads sneaking out from the nearby wall, one of them holding up a phone.

What are you doing?!

Lu Yang immediately stepped forward and rebuked them.

The two were frightened, quickly pulling their heads back, and in the blink of an eye they vanished.