Chapter 683: British Special Air Service Regiment

Zhang Yong knew nothing about the Airborne Police Regiment.

He had never heard of it before. A guard unit of the Air Force, and with a regiment-level formation?

That was really something...

He had heard of the General Tax Police Corps or something. When did an Airborne Police Regiment pop up?

However, since Commander Qian had said it, it must be true.

All he needed to do was act.

'Zhou Yang will tell you the details,'

he said.

Commander Qian left.

Zhou Yang was responsible for communicating the remaining details to Zhang Yong.

Zhou Yang gave Zhang Yong a phone number. He told Zhang Yong to call this number. Then report his identity. Someone from the Air Force's 4th Airborne Police Regiment would contact him.

'Okay,'

Zhang Yong hung up.

He then calls the Air Force's 4th Airborne Police Regiment.

Someone answers.

He identifies himself.

The person on the other end gives him an address and asks him to come in person.

'Good!'

Zhang Yong hangs up.

He orders the team to pack up. Then they leave for the Air Force's 4th Airborne Police Regiment that night.

If Sun Dingyuan is hiding out there, he won't make a move for a while. He needs to wait for the heat to die down.

It will take at least seven days for the heat to die down.

He will be safe from exposure for seven days if he hides out in the branch office.

As for the people inside the branch office, what exactly is their relationship with Sun Dingyuan? It's unclear. We'll wait until we get to the Air Force's 4th Regiment to find out.

We set off overnight.

We travel light.

We only bring a small team. The others withdraw to the Kaiqiao Air Force Base.

The car drives into the suburbs. It gradually becomes more and more desolate.

Soon after, we finally arrive at our destination. It's pretty desolate here. There's no one in sight.

The map shows that within a 500-metre radius, there isn't a single living soul.

It's all rolling hills.

Finally, they see the sign for a military restricted area. There's a simple guard post nearby.

The map says there are four people here. They get closer and raise their binoculars. They see that there's a staff sergeant with three soldiers. They all seem very young.

The weapons they're carrying are all American-made Springfield M1903 rifles. There are four of them. They're all equipped with bayonets.

Zhang Yong asks Qin Lishan, 'Can you tell anything?'

Qin Lishan replied, 'They're all new recruits. There's not even a hood mark on their foreheads.'

Zhang Yong frowned quietly.

He felt that he might be disappointed.

Are there many new recruits in this Air Force Regiment 4?

If there are too many new recruits, it will seriously affect the overall combat effectiveness!

Stop the car.

Report your identity.

Undergo inspection.

Then drive in.

There is no phone at the guard post. The barracks are at the back, they said.

Keep driving forward.

Soon after, the barracks are finally seen.

The map also indicated that there were a lot of white dots inside the barracks. There were three or four hundred people?

The barracks were very new. There were signs of recent construction all around.

It was estimated that they had not been built for long?

Zhang Yong felt even worse.

This Air Force Fourth Regiment, it couldn't be a new unit, could it?

New recruits...

New unit...

It felt like he had come to the wrong place...

It was already light outside.

A colonel and a lieutenant colonel from the National Army were standing at the entrance to the barracks waiting for Zhang Yong's arrival.

Zhang Yong came forward. Attention. Salute.

He was on the Air Force side and had the temporary rank of Major. Of course he had to salute first.

A brief exchange of pleasantries. The colonel introduced himself as Yang Buqing. He was the head of the Air Police 4th Regiment. The lieutenant colonel was Song Youming, the chief of staff.

Zhang Yong asked curiously, 'Colonel Yang, is the unit newly formed?'

'To be precise, it is newly formed,' Yang Buqing said in a kind manner.

He probably knew something about Zhang Yong's background.

Song Youming was more or less the same.

'Newly formed?'

'Yes. First, the framework is set up. Then gradually the personnel are filled in.'

'So how many people are there now?'

'More than 200.'

'Er...'

Zhang Yong concluded that he had fallen into a pit.

You only have more than 200 people in a regiment?

And they are all new recruits? Commander Qian seems to have given himself a problem!

If it were a well-trained infantry regiment, he could take a battalion from it and go with it to deal with Sun Dingyuan. Zhang Yong believed that there would be no problem.

After all, he had a map to help him. He knew the enemy and himself.

However, if they were all new recruits, then it would be over. Sun Dingyuan had started out as a bandit. He was quite good at martial arts himself. He was surrounded by outlaws.

If the person hiding in the police station is really Sun Dingyuan, it shows how daring this guy is. Not only is he hiding in Hangzhou, he's also hiding in a police station. He dares to use the police system to hide himself. It's possible that everyone in that police station has already been bought off by Sun Dingyuan.

A crafty rabbit has three burrows.

It seems that a hardened criminal like Sun Dingyuan definitely has multiple escape routes prepared.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have absconded so easily.

'Commander Yang, please forgive me for being blunt, but how is the combat effectiveness of the troops?'

'These 200 new recruits have only been assembled for a month. Some of them have never even touched a gun.'

'What?'

Zhang Yong was shocked.

This is unbelievable.

They haven't even touched a gun.

Is this a joke?

'No guns?'

'Yes. But the formation training is not yet complete.'

'This...'

Zhang Yong was at a loss for words.

This is really a super difficult problem for himself!

If I had known, I would have rather drafted a few hundred police academy students. At least they have touched a gun before.

However, he also knew that this was impossible.

Sun Dingyuan's status was special. It had to be resolved within the military. Outsiders could not interfere.

Especially the department head. The military hated it when outsiders interfered in military affairs. This was also an important reason why the department head would later be buried and killed.

'So, did the higher-ups tell you what task to carry out?'

'No. Our superiors ordered us to obey your arrangements, Captain Zhang Yong.'

'This...'

Zhang Yong hesitated.

Arrange? How can I arrange? I can't arrange anything.

Arrange a bunch of new recruits to go and die? They haven't even touched a gun. What if the gun goes off and kills one of our own?

He was in a quandary.

He felt like he had come to the wrong place.

But he couldn't run. He couldn't back down.

He was already here...

'There aren't any veterans?'

'There are, but there are very few. There are only about 30 of them. They are currently serving as squad leaders.'

'Thirty people...'

Zhang Yong's last hope was shattered.

The 30 people from the Airborne Police Regiment, plus his own 100 people, only amounted to 130 people.

If you say that the ratio of troops is 1:1, it is not impossible to take action. However, one must be prepared for heavy casualties. Obviously, this is simply not feasible.

One-on-one, they definitely would not be a match for those bandits!

Zhang Yong is not that headstrong. Without three times the manpower, it is absolutely impossible to move. It would be best if it were five times more. Ten times more would be best.

'Where are your weapons?'

'Weapons are all here.'

'Let me see.'

'Good!'

Yang Buqing and Song Youming took Zhang Yong to the armory.

The armory was simple. However, there was still a lot of weapons and ammunition stored inside.

They were all American-style weapons. Including the Springfield M1903 rifle, the Browning BAR automatic rifle (also known as a light machine gun, with a 20-round magazine), and an 81-mm mortar.

This...

There is no shortage of weapons and ammunition.

Zhang Yong scratches his head. What can he do?

He is at a loss.

'Director Zhang, let's go have breakfast first,'

'Okay,'

Zhang Yong nods.

He follows the two men to the dining hall. He eats while getting the situation.

'Actually...'

Yang Buqing paused, then looked down and drank his congee.

Zhang Yong noticed that Song Youming had a little gesture, indicating to Yang Buqing not to say anything.

Obviously, behind their amiable attitude, they seemed to be a little wary of him, Zhang Yong. You could say polite things, but not the truth. You never knew what might come out of your mouth.

'Director Yang, where did you originally work?'

'Central Military Academy.'

'Oh, I thought you were transferred from one of the elite units.'

'Actually, I've never led troops before.'

'Huh?'

Zhang Yong was stunned.

So honest?

Look at Yang Buqing. And Song Youming.

Both of them seemed to be a little guilty and lowered their heads. This made Zhang Yong even more confused.

You've never led troops?

And then you came here to form the 4th Airborne Regiment?

What is this?

"Director Zhang, let's go back to the office and talk.'

'Oh, okay.'

Zhang Yong suppressed his doubts. He finished eating hastily.

Then the three of them returned to the office. It was only then that Song Youming directly laid out the situation.

'The reason why the two of us were selected by the Air Force is because we have no background and no connections at the military academy, and we belong to the category of the excluded.'

'Then why...'

'What the Air Force needs is for us to have no intersection with other people.'

'Oh...'

Zhang Yong understood.

So it turns out that the Air Force Department really wants to create an independent kingdom!

It's extremely xenophobic.

Even the officers drawn from the guard force must be penniless. And have no connections to other bigwigs.

If you already have other allegiances, forget about joining the Air Force.

What Huangpu system, what political science department, all go to hell. As long as they have any connections, the Air Force Department doesn't want them.

He, Zhang Yong, is the only exception.

This is true for officers. It's also true for soldiers. Soldiers must be recruits.

The veterans drawn from the army are also assumed to have no background. No one has their back. No one has a faction.

In short, once they enter the Air Force, they must sever all ties with the outside world. From now on, they will only have one superior. That is the Air Force – the Air Force Ministry.

Other army units would be overjoyed to have a Whampoa Military Academy graduate arrive. However, the Whampoa Military Academy is taboo in the Air Force.

'So what is your mission?'

'To carry out special missions.'

'What special missions?'

'If someone defects or escapes, we go out and capture them.'

'Huh?'

Zhang Yong was a little surprised.

In that case, the 4th Air Police Regiment was not just a guard force.

It carried out special missions!

Was that a special forces unit?

He nodded thoughtfully. It seemed that he had thought of something.

It was probably the defection of Yang Junjian that had made the air force leadership feel so humiliated. Or perhaps the lady also felt humiliated.

The problem was that no one could guarantee that such a thing would not happen again in the future.

You can never really know another person. People's hearts are full of secrets.

What if someone does defect? And you need outsiders to help catch them?

Of course you won't be happy about that.

It would mean letting everyone know.

The Air Force has to deal with it internally. Keep the secret within the Air Force.

That's what the Third Bureau of Zhang Yong's intelligence service does. But the Third Bureau is understaffed, and some of its personnel also come from the Secret Service.

In short, the Third Bureau is not pure enough.

The Air Force needs a purer, more secret-keeping combat team.

And so, the Air Force's 4th Air Police Regiment was born.

Who actually proposed it doesn't matter. The result was just what it was.

A whim.

A hasty decision.

But there were no regulations on how to go about it.

Yang Buqing and Song Youming, although they were instructors, had a wealth of theoretical knowledge. But they were not very good at training troops.

They probably didn't fully understand the mission of the 4th Air Police Regiment.

They thought it was just an ordinary battle!

In fact, it was nothing like that at all. The 4th Airborne Regiment is definitely not an ordinary combat unit.

'Commander Yang, Chief of Staff Song, I have something to say...'

'Go ahead.'

'Have you ever considered taking your troops, flying in a plane, and going thousands of miles away to carry out a mission...'

'What?'

Yang Buqing and Song Youming looked at each other in confusion.

Obviously, Zhang Yong's words had left them completely dumbfounded. They had never even considered it.

After a long while, Song Youming asked doubtfully, 'Parachuting?'

'Maybe parachute. Maybe plane.' Zhang Yong said slowly, 'Depends on the mission.'

Yang Buqing was silent.

Song Youming was silent.

There was nothing they could do, they really didn't understand.

Zhang Yong: ...

Well, it seems like I can say a bit more.

After all, I'm from the future. I've never eaten a pig, but I've seen one run. I still know some common sense.

After thinking for a while, he said slowly:

'A plane can carry at most a dozen people. If you count the weapons and equipment, there may only be about ten people.'

'Each time they go out, there may only be two or three planes. That means there may only be about 30 people. But there could be hundreds, even thousands, of enemies. The enemies may also have heavy weapons. But we only have light weapons...'

Yang Buqing paused.

Song Youming's brows were knitted.

After a long while...

'So how do we fight?' Song Youming was dumbfounded.

'Director Zhang, please give us more pointers,' Yang Buqing said very humbly.

'Ding-a-ling...'

'Ding-a-ling...'

Suddenly, the phone rang.

Song Youming hurriedly answered the phone. Then he stood to attention.

A moment later, he said to Zhang Yong, 'Director Zhang, Minister Min asks you to answer the phone.'

'Okay,' Zhang Yong hurriedly came over.

He took the receiver and said, 'Hello, Minister Min...'

'Shaolong!' Minister Min's voice sounded a bit tired.

'Minister Min, what are your instructions?'

'Shaolong, for the time being, this Airborne Police Regiment 4 will be placed under the command of your Intelligence Department 3.'

'Huh?'

Zhang Yong was taken aback.

Damn!

Happiness came so suddenly...

No!

It was shock that came so suddenly.

Even if he had an IQ of 180, he could never have imagined such an outcome. Not to mention that he didn't have an IQ of 180...

This Airborne Police Regiment 4 is a complete mess!

You're throwing a mess at me? How am I supposed to fix it? I don't understand either!

What special forces or whatever. You can let me watch TV movies, but I really can't do anything.

'If there's a problem, you and Director Yang will discuss a solution.'

'Minister Min...'

'That's an order!'

'Yes.'

Zhang Yong hastily stood at attention. He solemnly replied.

Inside, he was secretly complaining.

Damn, this time, I've really got into a fix.

I already have a ton of problems, and now I'm being followed by the Air Police Fourth Regiment.

If you're the Imperial Japanese Air Force Special Mission Regiment...

Wait. What...

The British Special Air Service Regiment?

Does this name seem familiar?

Oh, I remember now. It's the British special forces. Very capable fighters. The famous Bear, who dares to eat anything, came from here.

Well, why did I think of this name? Do I want to set up a Special Air Service Regiment too?

That's ridiculous. Look at your own level.

And look at the people in the Airborne Police's 4th Regiment.

The officers are rookies.

The soldiers are rookies.

Everyone is a rookie. Including Zhang Yong himself.

And he wants to set up a special forces unit?

What a laugh...

The phone was hung up. Zhang Yong stared at the receiver.

Yang Buqing and Song Youming looked at each other. Then they both let out a quiet sigh of relief. Good. Someone's here to take the blame.

After a long while...

Zhang Yong put down the phone.

He was puzzled. He couldn't figure out what the hell was going on.

It seemed that he was only a titular major.

He had previously said that he would be the deputy director of security. He hadn't expected it to happen so soon.

'Ring ring ring...'

'Ring ring ring...'

The phone suddenly rang again.

Zhang Yong picked it up. It was Yang Lichu.

Yang Lichu's voice was a little harsh and overbearing, 'Put Zhang Yong on the phone.'

'This is Zhang Yong. What is it?' Zhang Yong answered angrily.

Director Yang was so imposing.

Why had he never noticed before?

'Oh, you're here!' Yang Lichu's tone immediately softened.

'What's the matter this early in the morning?' Zhang Yong asked.

'Isn't it all your fault?'

'Me?'

'This morning, I got the news that you were in Hangzhou and had found another cornucopia?'

'Oh, you mean Ding Furong's fortune!'

'Yes. A total of more than 3 million...'

'How much?'

Zhang Yong was stunned.

What did Yang Lichu say? Damn it!

More than 3 million?

What unit?

Tael?

Ahhh, it's over...

If it's taels, he's lost a lot of money.

He was on Liao Pansi's ship and only got 25,000 taels!

'Three million silver dollars,' Yang Lichu replied.

'Ah!' Zhang Yong's whole body suddenly felt bad.

It was as if his body had been emptied.

Three million silver dollars!

Damn it, is Ding Furong that rich?

No, is he the reincarnation of the God of Wealth? How could he have accumulated so much money?

There must be some mistake...

There must be...

Poor, he only got 25,000...

'The boss is very happy...'

Yang Lichu droned on and on.

Zhang Yong said that he was not happy at all. And he didn't want to hear anyone else being happy either.

Three million...

Ocean...

Three million...

Three million...

This number was all he could think about...

'Zhang Yong!'

'Zhang Yong!'

Yang Lichu had to keep calling.

Zhang Yong gradually brought his thoughts back. But he felt weak. He just wanted to go on strike.

'What's wrong with you?'

'Nothing. Repeat what you just said.'

'I said so much and you didn't hear any of it?'

'No. I was distracted.'

'You...'

Yang Lichu really wanted to come over and punch him along the phone line.

He had been talking for ages. It was all for nothing. This guy. Next time they meet, he must shut him up properly...

'Just two things.'

'What?'

'First, the higher-ups are very happy.'

'Hm?'

'Second, you are approved to take up the position of deputy head of security. You will be in charge of the Air Police 4th Regiment. From now on, the Air Police 4th Regiment will be under your command. Cooperate with you in carrying out your tasks.'

'I don't understand!'

'It doesn't matter if you don't understand. Just complete the task.'

'What task?'

'If there is anything like Yang Junjian again, you will take the Airborne Police Regiment to complete it. Don't rely on anyone.'

'Can't the Third Intelligence Service do it?'

'No. There are some things that even Boss Dai can't know.'

'Okay.'

Zhang Yong understood.

It turns out that the bigwigs upstairs are all on guard.

In fact, Boss Dai's secret service is not popular with many people. It's just that there's nothing they can do. After all, the Chairman is behind it.

However, in the Air Force, it doesn't exist.

The lady said that Boss Dai cannot be involved, and that means Boss Dai cannot be involved.

Even if Boss Dai is behind the Chairman, it's useless.

The lady can afford to lose face with the Chairman...

Therefore...

He, Zhang Yong, is once again being grilled.