An Jingzhe and a few lightly injured soldiers stayed in the hospital for less than a week before they ran back together.
The doctors from the hospital chased them all the way to the army, but they refused to follow them back. In the end, the doctors who chased them had no choice but to report the situation to the hospital's leaders.
What could the hospital's leaders do? They could only call and complain.
As a result, Yue Jianjun was scolded over the phone.
After a round of forced wrangling, the hospital made a compromise. After the doctor told the medical team's military doctors many things to pay attention to, he seriously warned a few injured soldiers that they had to go back for regular checkups. Then, he left arrogantly.
Yue Jianjun was not biased towards the few injured soldiers in the special forces. It was mainly because the soldiers were not in a good mood after the battle. Although it did not affect their daily training and duty, the entire special forces squadron was in an abnormally dull state.
The abnormal atmosphere needed to be corrected, and An Jingzhe, as the commander of the army, had to take responsibility first.
It was precisely because An Jingzhe's appearance that Yue Jianjun turned a blind eye to the group of injured soldiers following An Jingzhe's disorganized and undisciplined nonsense. He only scolded them lightly and let it go.
An Jingzhe also felt that the dull atmosphere in the team was very troublesome. He looked up information, consulted people, and even gathered the officers and platoon leaders in the team to hold two discussions.
In the end, they decided that on the basis of ensuring normal training and attendance, they would try their best to come up with some entertainment projects to improve everyone's mood and distract their attention.
There was still a series of results, but it could only be said to be average. Although the soldiers who had participated in the battle recovered well physically, their mental state was more or less not very good.
It was partly because of the back pain after losing their comrades, and also because they had not rested well for a period of time.
After all, the battle on the eighth was really too much of a shock to everyone's minds. There was blood and bullet casings everywhere, broken limbs and flesh all over the ground, and comrades who had sacrificed themselves.
Even the moment when they were shot and injured was deeply imprinted in everyone's minds.
Those with stronger nerves would slowly recover after a period of recovery. Warriors with weaker nerves or those who had been greatly stimulated had nightmares and convulsions more frequently.
The situation on the special forces' side was the same for the border police force. Moreover, not only the soldiers who participated in the battle, but also the soldiers who were sent to clean up the battlefield and transport back the captured soldiers also had psychological problems.
After all, in a sense, soldiers were also ordinary people. Seeing minced meat all over the ground without any psychological preparation, this kind of stimulation was not something that ordinary people's nerves could bear.
This situation was not new. After a few big battles after the founding of the People's Republic of China, many commanders and soldiers had to retire from active duty because of psychological problems. Some of them even until now, they still could not get rid of their nightmares.
Fortunately, the country's post-war psychological problems, than the country's mental state and to the people's mental state to, and mental state,, had a lot of the clinical trial attention attention attention attention attention to mental state.
Under the active invitation of the Southwest Military Region and the Public Security Bureau of Caiyun Province, an expert team was quickly established. The members were hired from all over the country.
After the members of the expert team arrived one after another, the corresponding psychological treatment work began.
"Qu Sen, the hospital's medical department just called to urge you to go over," Kou Hai shouted gloatingly as soon as Qu Sen walked into the office after class.
"I think they should treat it. I'm eating and sleeping well, why do they keep calling me?" Qu Sen grumbled unhappily.
"This is the leaders' love for you," Kou Hai said with a smirk. "Don't be careless. Psychological problems are not like other diseases. You can't usually feel it, but who knows when you'll become a psychopath. "
"Tonight, I'll take a watermelon knife and go to your room to see if the watermelon is cooked," Qu Sen threatened with a fierce face, causing a few teachers who were preparing for class to laugh out loud.
"Don't laugh, you guys! Let me tell you, I'll lock the door when I sleep from tonight. Be careful, our Boss Qu might get thirsty in the middle of the night and treat your dorm like a watermelon stall, "Kou Hai said seriously as he pointed at the boys who were laughing.
Then he said to Ma Da Jun, who was laughing the loudest, "Old Ma, you're actually the most dangerous. Your head is big and empty, it'll turn into a ripe watermelon with a casual knock! "
"Go to hell!" Ma Da Jun raised his hand and threw out his pirated copy of "The Last Bullet for Me".
"Just in time, let me have a look," Kou Hai hurriedly grabbed the book and said happily.
"Give it back to me!" Ma Da Jun realized that he had miscalculated and pounced on it.
While the two of them were fooling around, the military phone on the table rang.
"Hello, Division Commander!" Qu Sen yelled as soon as he picked up the phone and heard the noise. Kou Hai and Ma Da Jun were so scared that they immediately shut up.
"What's wrong with you!" Yue Jianjun was so shocked that his ears and eyes were stinging, and he complained at the top of his voice.
"When I heard your voice, I got excited." Qu Sen said with a cheeky smile and winked at the nervous Kou Hai and Ma Da Jun at the same time.
"That's right, what's the situation with you? The expert team has reported you to me! "Yue Jianjun was interrupted and almost forgot what he was going to say.
"Reported? What for? "Qu Sen pretended to be confused.
"What do you think? If you don't show up, the expert team will have to visit you personally. "Yue Jianjun's tone was quite unpleasant.
"I'm so busy all day. Besides, you don't know me. It's just killing a few desperadoes. Will there be any psychological burden? What's the point of counseling? It's just a joke. "
"It doesn't matter if you have a problem or not, you have to go. This is a mission!" Yue Jianjun curled his lips, but his tone was very serious.
"It's definitely too late today. There are classes in the afternoon and evening. How about tomorrow?" Qu Sen negotiated.
"Tomorrow morning at eight o 'clock, when the hospital opens, you have to be there!"
"That's too early. I won't have time to eat breakfast."
"Eat sh * t. Eat it yourself on the way!"
"Hey, hey! Division commander ~ "Qu Sen held the phone that had been hung up and muttered helplessly," Will you reimburse me for the meal? "
When Qu Sen put the receiver back on, he found that several people in the office were looking at him with suspicious eyes.
The reason why everyone looked at him strangely was not because Qu Sen spoke to Comrade Old Yue impolitely, but because of the sentence, "It's just killing a few desperadoes …"
After all, they were all in the same camp. Regardless of whether it was the teaching team or the Quick Rebel Camp, they all had some understanding of the battle that happened on October 8th.
During this period of time, they had heard from the soldiers in the special forces that Instructor Qu fought fiercely and ruthlessly.
However, Qu Sen spent most of his time laughing and joking. He did not look like a "ruthless person," so no one paid too much attention to it.
Today, several people in the office had "confirmed" it with their own ears. After all, the person on the other side of the phone was Division Commander Old Yue. Qu Sen had beaten up a division commander, so as long as he said it out loud, he would definitely not spout nonsense.
"What are you looking at? Be careful, or I'll smack you on the head one by one in the middle of the night, "Qu Sen threatened angrily, then walked out gloomily. He had to go to the special forces and ask if there was a car to visit the patients at the division hospital tomorrow.
"Why don't … we lock the dormitory door tonight?" Ma Dajun made a rare joke, but it was not completely a joke.
At least a few of the newly appointed instructors in the room nodded subconsciously.
"Ring ~" The military phone in the office rang again. Kou Hai, who was a little timid, was so scared that he subconsciously shuddered.
"Hello, drone teaching team." Ma Dajun picked up the phone.
"Where's Qu Sen?" It was Yue Jianjun's voice.
"He, he just went out."
"Tell him to come back!"
"Yes!"
Qu Sen had just gone downstairs when he ran back to Ma Dajun's shouting.
Yue Jianjun was interrupted and forgot something. He only remembered it when he put down the phone and went to the toilet.
It was not a big deal. It was just that the synthetic division had just arrived. In order to build a good relationship with the local units, Wei Pei did not collect any fees from the Provincial Department of Caiyun Province except for the food expenses.
This "free of charge" made the big bosses in the Provincial Department very embarrassed.
Listening to the response of the people below, the drone teaching team was located in a remote area. Except for a half-used grocery cart in the cafeteria, there was no official car. As a result, the instructors and students had to borrow cars from their brother units when they went out.
"Support a few cars!"
The situation of the public security departments in other provinces was not clear, but the Provincial Department of Caiyun Province really did not lack cars.
As a border city and a large province mainly based on road transportation, every year, whether it was the border defense or the public security department, a large number of all kinds of illegal vehicles would be confiscated and confiscated.
Among these vehicles, some of the broken ones would be directly taken away for scrap, the rest would be kept for personal use, and some would be given to the local government for public auction to supplement the funds.
It could be said that there was no pressure to divide the backlog of vehicles in the inventory to support the drone teaching team.
"How many can we pick?" Qu Sen had a bitter face when he answered the phone, but now he was in a state of excitement.
"They are supporting you by name. Pick a few cars. The division doesn't care what kind of car you pick. We have a lot of empty license plates in the logistics department." Yue Jianjun first said in a relaxed tone.
But before Qu Sen could be happy, he said, "But there is one thing I have to remind you. Your drone teaching team usually doesn't have any official duties, so you definitely won't be able to get much fuel."
"…" Qu Sen was speechless for two seconds, and then said gloomily, "I understand. I'll go see if there is a Chalil with good fur and get two to drive."
"Nonsense, you look all over the street, where is a Chalil with a military license plate!" Yue Jianjun's nose was almost crooked from anger.
"It's easy to save fuel!" Qu Sen said shamelessly.
"You can choose if you don't find it embarrassing, but I'm telling you, be more open-minded." Yue Jianjun quickly realized that the damn brat on the other end of the phone was deliberately angering him.
His voice lowered a little and said, "If there is a suitable minibus, get one back. You guys quickly go back to camp. There is a Mount Li VIP. If there is a small trip, it is more convenient for a minibus, understand? "
"Fuel ~"
"The fuel logistics of the minibus will be calculated separately for you!"
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