An Jingzhe and a few minor wounded people stayed in the hospital for less than a week before they ran back in groups.

The doctor in the hospital chased the troops all the way, and several people went back without even following them. In the end, the doctor who chased him had no choice but to report the situation to the hospital leaders.

What can the hospital leaders do? Call to complain.

So, Yue Jianjun was criticized by others on the phone.

After a smile and arguing with the forced dispute, the hospital made a compromise. After the doctor explained the medical doctors in the health team, he seriously warned several injured people that they had to go back for regular reviews and then left arrogantly.

Yue Jianjun was not favoring the wounded members of the special forces team, mainly because the soldiers were not in high spirits after the war. Although it did not affect daily training and service, the entire special forces squadron was in an extremely dull state.

An abnormal atmosphere needs to be corrected, and the head of An Jingzhe, the army, must first take responsibility.

It is precisely because the special forces need An Jingzhe to appear now that Yue Jianjun turned a blind eye to the wounded and followed An Jingzhe to make trouble without organization and discipline. He turned a blind eye to the wounded, but just cursed a few words and then passed.

An Jingzhe also felt very difficult about the dull atmosphere in the team. He checked information and asked people. He also called the officers and platoon leaders in the team to hold two discussion meetings.

Finally, it was decided to try to create as many entertainment items as possible while ensuring normal training and attendance, so as to improve everyone's mood while distracting them.

There are still a series of operation effects, but it can only be said that it is average. Although the soldiers who have participated in the battle have recovered well, their mental states are not very good.

There are reasons for the loss of comrades and the reasons for not having a good rest for some time.

After all, the battle on No. 8 was so stimulating to everyone’s mind. Blood and shells were everywhere, the ground was full of minced limbs and flesh, and the sacrificed comrades.

Even the moment he was shot and injured was deeply imprinted in everyone's mind.

The more strong nerves, they slowly recover after a period of recovery. The more weak nerves, or the more severely stimulated warriors, nightmares, and convulsions become more frequent.

The situation that occurred on the special forces was also encountered on the border armed police. Moreover, not only the soldiers participating in the war, but also many soldiers who were sent to clean the battlefield and transported back and seized had psychological problems.

After all, in a sense, the warriors are also ordinary people. Without any mental preparation, they see the ground full of minced meat. This stimulation is simply not something that ordinary people can bear.

This situation is not something that only happens now. After several major battles after the founding of the People's Republic of China, many commanders and fighters had to withdraw from active service due to psychological problems. Some have not even been able to get rid of the nightmare of that year.

Fortunately, the country conducted research on post-war psychological trauma and rehabilitation a few years ago, and has now accumulated a lot of clinical experience.

Under the active invitation of the Southwest Military Region and Caiyun Provincial Public Security Department, an expert group was quickly established, and the members were hired nationwide.

After the members of the expert group were in place one after another, the corresponding psychological diagnosis and treatment work began immediately.

"Qu Sen, the medical department of the Department of the Department Hospital just called you again to urge you to go there." As soon as Qu Sen walked into the office after class, Kou Hai shouted gloatingly.

"I think they should be cured. I have eaten well and slept well, so why do I always call me?" Qu Sen muttered unhappily.

"This is the love that leaders care for you~" Kou Hai said with a wicked smile: "Don't ignore it. Psychological problems are not like other diseases. If you can't feel it, you may become psychopathic one day."

"I will carry a watermelon knife to your room to knock on whether the watermelon is ripe tonight." Qu Sen threatened with a tiger's face, which caused several teachers in the room to prepare lessons to laugh.

"Don't laugh! Let me tell you, I will go to bed tonight and lock the door. Be careful, be careful that our boss Qu is thirsty in the middle of the night, and he really treats your dormitory as a watermelon stall." Kou Hai pointed at the boys who were laughing and said seriously.

Then he said to Ma Dajun, who was smiling the most, "I said Lao Ma, you are actually the most dangerous. Just your head is big and empty, and you can just knock it to a ripe melon!"

"Go to you!" Ma Dajun raised his hand and threw out his book, which was pirated, "Leave the Last Bullet for Me".

"It's just right to lend me a look." Kou Hai hurriedly copied the book and said happily.

"Give me back~" Ma Dajun found that he had miscalculated and pounced on him every second.

The two were having a fuss, and the military telephone on the table rang.

"Hello, commander!" Qu Sen yelled as soon as he heard the movement inside after answering the phone. Kou Hai and Ma Dajun were so scared that they quickly silenced.

"What nerves do you have?" Yue Jianjun was so shocked that his ears and eyes were thorny, and he complained at the top of his throat.

"I didn't hear it was your voice, so I was excited." Qu Sen said with a smile, and blinked at Kou Hai and Ma Dajun, who were nervous.

"That's it~ Yes, what's going on with you? The expert team has reported Zhuang to me!" Yue Jianjun was beaten a little and almost forgot what he was going to say.

"Cai? What kind of complaint?" Qu Sen pretended to be confused.

"What do you think? If you don't show up, the expert team will have to kill you to visit you in person." Yue Jianjun's tone was quite unhappy.

"I'm so busy all day long. Besides, if you don't know me, don't you kill a few desperate people? Will you have a psychological burden? What kind of psychological counseling are you going to do? It's a joke~"

"No matter whether you have any problems or not, you must go. This is the task!" Yue Jianjun raised his lips, but his tone was very serious.

"It's definitely too late today. There will be classes in the afternoon and evening. Is it OK tomorrow?" Qu Sen discussed.

"At 8 o'clock tomorrow morning, you must be in place as soon as the hospital starts working!"

"It's too early, I can't have time to eat breakfast."

"Stop it, solve it on your own!"

"Hey, hey! Commander~" Qu Sen held the microphone that had been hung up and muttered helplessly: "Will the money for the meal be reimbursed?"

When Qu Sen pulled the receiver back to the phone, he found that several people in the office were looking at him with "suspectedly something strange".

The reason why everyone's eyes were strange was not because Qu Sen talked to Comrade Lao Yue in a big or small way, but because of the sentence: "Are you going to kill a few desperate people..."

After all, they are all in the same camp. Whether on the teaching team or on the quick counter-battlefield, they have some understanding of the battle that took place on October 8th.

During this period, I always heard from the soldiers of the special forces team that Instructor Qu was so fierce and ruthless when he fought.

However, Qu Sen laughs all day long and doesn't look like a "ruthless person", so no one cares too much.

Today, the few people in the office "veryone confirmed". After all, the teacher and elders and the elders on the phone were the teacher. Qu Sen hit the master and the words were definitely not said randomly.

"What are you looking at! Be careful that I will pat you in the head one by one in the middle of the night today." Qu Sen threatened angrily, and then went out with a depressed look on his face. He had to go to the special forces team to ask if there would be any car to visit the department hospital tomorrow.

"Or... let's lock the dormitory door tonight." Ma Dajun made a rare joke, but it was not entirely a joke.

At least several new teachers in the room who had just been in office for a few days nodded subconsciously.

"Ring~" The military line phone in the office rang again, and Kou Hai, who was a little scared, subconsciously shuddered.

"Hey, the drone teaching team." Ma Dajun answered the phone.

"Where is Qu Sen?" Yue Jianjun's voice.

"Just, just got out."

"Call me back!"

"yes!"

Qu Sen just went downstairs and ran back amid Ma Dajun's shouts.

Yue Jianjun was still interrupted and forgot something. He suddenly remembered when he put the phone to go to the bathroom.

It is not a big deal, it is just that the synthetic combat division is just a new arrival. In order to improve its relationship with local units, the commissioned training will confiscate any fees in the provincial and provincial departments of Caiyun.

This "free order" made several big men from the provincial department very embarrassed.

According to the reaction from the people below, the drone teaching team is located in a remote location, but except for a half-ticket grocery car in the cafeteria, there is no official car. The instructors and students have to borrow cars from their brothers when they have something to go out.

"Support several cars to come!"

The situation at the public security entrances of other provinces and cities is not clear, but Caiyun Provincial Department really has no shortage of cars in terms of cars.

As a border city and a major province with road transportation as the main source, every year, whether it is the border gate or the public security gate, a large number of illegal vehicles will be confiscated and confiscated.

Among these vehicles, some of them were directly scrapped, and the remaining part was left for their own use, and then some were handed over to local governments for public auctions to supplement funds.

It can be said that it is stress-free to divide the stock of backlogs of vehicles and provide support to the drone teaching team.

"How many cars can you pick?" Qu Sen was still bitter when he answered the phone, and was already in a state of excitement.

"I mean to support you by name. I will pick a few cars and whatever car I choose. I don't care about the division. We have empty license plates in our logistics." Yue Jianjun said in a relaxed tone.

But before Qu Sen was happy, he said again: "But there is one thing I have to remind you that your drone teaching team basically has no tolerances, so there is definitely not much fuel approval."

"..." Qu Sen was speechless for two seconds, and then said depressedly: "I understand. I'll go and see if there is any Xiali with good fur. I'll get two cars back."

"Nonsense, look around the streets, there is no military-card Xiali!" Yue Jianjun's nose was almost irritated.

"It's so easy!" Qusen said sly.

"If you don't think you are embarrassed, just choose, but I'll tell you, be more sensible." Yue Jianjun quickly realized that the dead boy on the other end of the phone was deliberately angering him.

The voice lowered a little and said, "If you have a suitable minibus, get one back. Then you can quickly rebel against the camp. If you have something to do, is it convenient for minibuses? Do you understand?"

“Oil~”

"The fuel logistics of China and Pakistan will be calculated separately for you!"

"Get ~"
Chapter completed!