Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 1202: The new official takes office
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Where does the combat power of the army come from? Organization and discipline.
The Discipline of the Green Army is a mess, unclear and unpredictable. Soldiers were basically in Brownian motion on the battlefield, attacking by shouting slogans. And the organization of the Green Army, Ha Ha Ha ..., is there such a thing?
It's broken at the touch and it's broken for thousands of miles. This is the normal state of the Green Army. Looking at the rotten battles fought by the Syrian government forces in recent years, large forces are constantly being chased by small groups of terrorists. Losing the city and losing the ground, the face is not saved, even the miscellaneous army of Kaishen's men at that time.
As a member of the Syrian military delegation, Major Wang Zhigao came to train the Syrian government military logistics management. The Assad government also granted Major Wang certain powers, but when this ‘excellent model of logistics management in the whole army’ took up his post, he was repeatedly faced with a situation that he faced under the circumstances he faced.
For the Syrians, the logistics is to guard the warehouse, which is a fatal shortage. Next, you can guess the greasiness hidden in it with your knee. "The frontline is tight, the rear is tight". This happened not only in China decades ago, but also in Syria.
The soldiers in front are short of ammunition equipment, and the equipment and ammunition in the rear are sold out. The logistic officials of the government army are all loyal and honest smiling faces, enthusiastic, generous and helpful. But ask why the warehouse is empty, they just shake their heads and say they don't know.
This is really hell!
Major Wang came to help establish the Syrian government army to establish a logistics system, not to fight corruption. How did he work in this situation? He inspected a dozen ordnance warehouses of government forces in Damascus. There were only a few pieces of junk in the warehouse, and all the good things were gone.
The most funny thing is that the frontline troops never get logistics when they want to get supplies, but they directly use the money to buy on the black market. The black market is near the ordnance depot. There are so many good things in the market that all kinds of ordnance are sold publicly.
In the face of this situation, Major Wang can only respond to his superiors. The military delegation had no choice but to transfer the situation to the Assad government.
Assad ’s government has no way to deal with this. The green religion countries in the Middle East are based on tribal alliances. Its government is flooded with all kinds of intertwined forces, and some things can only be closed.
Major Wang ’s heroes have no place to use. They can only sit in a steaming office every day in a daze, listening to the creaking of the electric fan on the ceiling.
Until Major King received a command from his superior-a ‘Director Lin’ who is in charge of logistics management will come to help you, your task is to stare at him all the time. But as long as ‘Director Lin’ does nothing special, let him go. Don't let him get into trouble.
"Listening to this seems to mean that there is a master above him who is coming to the front to be gold-plated." Major Wang threw the phone at the desk and listened. "Lao Tzu suffers and suffers here, but the superior treats the waste as my leader. Isn't it a travesty of military work? It's so annoying!"
Before meeting, Major Wang was very unhappy with the so-called ‘Director Lin’. He is a diligent and sincere starter from the grassroots, with a serious attitude and proficient in business. Not long after he hung up, ‘Director Lin’ came down with a voter to report.
Major Wang is in the logistics barracks outside Damascus. A hula la convoy raised dust all over the road and squeaked outside the door of his office after passing the post inspection.
Major Wang went out to see, and oh ..., holding a dozen cars before and after. There are ten or so people in each car, and they bring a company of men.
The convoy stopped, and a jeep jumped off a tall uniformed man in front of his head, with a beard, a messy hair, a PKM machine gun in his hand, and several magazines and grenades hanging on his chest. The man looked extremely sturdy, but his coat was not in order, his style button was wide open, and he also wore a pair of tinted sunscreen and windshield.
This man in military uniform does not speak, Major Wang thought it was the Western mercenary from there. Only when the two sides met, the man said in Chinese: "Hello, Major Wang, my surname is Lin. I'm sorry, I'm late. I encountered a roadside bomb halfway and reimbursed our two cars."
Major Wang is a bit stunned. He thought that ‘Director Lin’ was a young master soldier. But now it seems that although the military capacity is not perfect, it is not as unbearable as expected, and even has been able and decisive on the battlefield.
"Hello, Director Lin. We will be colleagues in the future. The superior arranged for me to cooperate with your work. I believe we will be able to cooperate happily." Major Wang shook hands and shook hands. Both were unfamiliar. Even if you know me.
Looking at the rest of the team, it turned out to be covered in smoke after the attack. It's just that the soldiers are all bearded, and the military uniform is the person of the Iranian Revolutionary Guard. These people are better than the Junkmen of the Syrian government.
"The conditions here are tough enough." "Director Lin" walked into Major Wang's office. Inside were desks, chairs, and filing cabinets. The only electrical appliances were telephones and ceiling fans. The office is just an ordinary bungalow, outside is the large playground of the logistic barracks, and then there are rows of warehouses.
Sand and dust hit the face, and it was very hot and unbearable. ‘Director Lin’ looked around the office for a week and could n’t even find his saliva. He immediately said: "No, this is where people are treated, and it must be improved."
Major Wang could n’t help but get angry. He thought to myself: I have n’t complained for half a year, and you only vomit in a few minutes. Syria is now a battlefield, conditions are naturally difficult, and it is a matter of course that hardship is involved. Only by standing the test can the true nature of the Republic's soldiers be reflected.
Because both sides are not familiar, thinking that the other party may be quite big, Major Wang also said: "There is a black market near the warehouse, diesel engines, air conditioners, water dispensers, everything. But we can only watch."
When it comes to the black market, Major Wang is more angry. Those materials were purchased by the Assad government at a high price from abroad, and even aid provided by the country. However, as long as they arrive in Syria, they will not be able to enter the warehouse, and they will directly appear on the black market for sale.
This kind of country does not perish the country and exterminate species, it is beyond reason!
"I heard that the situation here is very bad when I came. I have also seen the black market area. It is indeed lawless to openly resell military materials. But since I am here, I will not sit idly by."
'Director Lin' patted Major Wang's shoulder like a cowhide, and stunned people with a palm. The latter suddenly understood the true meaning of the superior saying, ‘Do n’t let this man go into trouble’-the guy in front of me was a little dare to dare to do it!
"Director Lin, what are you planning to do?" Major Wang suddenly felt a little uneasy and a little excited. He was miserable by this black market pit in Damascus's ordnance and had long wanted to clean up those Syrian moths.
"I'm here to take care of logistics and management, so I naturally have to get back those things that belong to us." 'Director Lin' scratched his head and secretly said: "But I promised Old Xiao not to kill people indiscriminately, then use No way to kill people. "