Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 712. Extra Chapter 718: Zhu Yiba's Past (The End)

Border post, training ground.

A silent squad of armed police stood in neat rows.

The sunlight shone on their hardened faces, leaving only sorrow.

Station Chief Wang Hai stood at the front of the line. His tall and imposing physique had always given people the impression of being invincible, and the large scars on his cheeks were testament to his past heroic and tenacious struggles.

His voice was loud and powerful, leading all the armed police in shouting, which resounded across the drill ground.

"We are the Chinese Armed Police!"

"It is our responsibility to be invincible!"

"In critical moments, we will give our lives for everything!"

A solemn and respectful atmosphere permeated the entire training ground, as everyone was immersed in memories of their comrades, whose existence would forever be etched in their hearts.

On this special day, they are not only a military team guarding the border for the country and the people, but also a family living and working day and night, declaring to the heaven their remembrance of their sacrificed family members.

Those were their comrades-in-arms who shared their joys and sorrows, their brothers who ate and slept with them, and their fellow soldiers who trained and served alongside them.

We were together every day, and those familiar faces and voices were etched into everyone's memory. But just like that, suddenly, they were gone.

I feel empty inside.

For a fleeting, brief moment, they even thought that it would be better if they weren't armed police officers in uniform, protecting their country.

This is escapism, but it is also a responsibility.

"Take off your hats and observe a moment of silence!"

In a flash, the entire team neatly removed their peaked caps and placed them on their left forearms. The soldiers bowed their heads slightly and gazed silently at the ground.

The martyrs sacrificed their lives for their country, and the deceased compatriots also hoped for a peaceful and prosperous nation.

Salute to the martyrs, remember our compatriots, may the departed rest in peace.

May the departed return home.

"Martyr? Do you think you're the emperor? Still dreaming about that?"

Wang Hai sneered, pointing his finger at Zhu Yiba, who stood in front of him with lifeless eyes, and mocked, "If it weren't for your father protecting you, I would have told you to get lost long ago!"

"How many times have I told you!"

"How many times have I told you!"

"Safety first!"

"Safety first!"

Even a pig would know that!

"You're not even as good as a pig! Not even as good as a pig!"

Enraged, the stationmaster hysterically cursed, grabbed a stack of documents from his desk, and threw them at Zhu Yiba. The papers clattered against Zhu Yiba before scattering limply to the floor.

The stationmaster stood up and roared, "Get out! Get out of my office!"

Zhu Yiba lowered his head, stiffly turned around, and walked out of the office.

Shortly after the man left, a police officer with two one-star badges draped over his shoulders pushed open the door and entered. He frowned and said, "Wang, the political commissar disagrees. He says it's impossible to report them as martyrs this time, since they crossed the border. It's incredibly lucky they weren't punished for this. If it weren't for the fact that they've already sacrificed their lives, they might not even receive any compensation."

Wang Hai sighed and slumped into a chair: "Instructor, I understand."

Often, soldiers are focused on completing their missions, regardless of whether they will have to sacrifice themselves.

Seeing Wang Hai's distress, the instructor comforted him, "Wang Zhan, we've already done well. Zhu Yiba at least managed to bring everyone back. Luckily, the drug trafficker suffered amnesia due to his injuries and has forgotten that he once drove back to XX. Otherwise, we don't know how this would have ended."

"Damn! How is that scum still alive?!" Wang Hai slammed his hand on the table, paused, and slowly asked, "Have you found out who the boss of this group is?" "We haven't found out about the one in the mountains yet. The guy we captured alive is nicknamed 'Zorozon,' but we're still investigating his real name. His boss is from the ethnic armed groups in Myanmar. People outside call him General Aung Soe Ling. Hmm, he also runs several sizable scam parks. He's quite powerful in Myanmar."

Wang Hai looked up, his gaze passing over the instructor's shoulder to the honor roll on the wall behind him. Now, in addition to the original black and white photo, there were two more photos in the row below.

The instructor paused his introduction of the people involved in the case, followed Wang Hai's gaze to the photos of the fallen, and then, remembering the survivors of the incident, asked, "Will Zhu Yiba stay in this restructuring?"

What are the opinions within the brigade?

"He can no longer handle a gun right now, and the political commissar's idea is to arrange for him to work in the detachment as a logistics officer."

"The logistics are pretty good too."

"but."

"But what?"

"However, everyone else in the detachment said he would desert."

Wang Hai pondered for a moment and said, "When we join the army, it sounds nice that we're protecting our country. But what we're really learning is how to kill and how to destroy things. Combat isn't a fun thing, it's not the glamorous and glorious thing that's portrayed in propaganda films. In fact, it's a very cruel thing. Its cruelty isn't just in the destruction of the material world; sometimes, it can even destroy a person's spirit."

"Whether Zhu Yiba becomes a deserter or not, it cannot overshadow the sacrifices and contributions he made to the country over the past few years. Personally, I respect any choice he makes. Yes, any choice."

Just then, sunlight suddenly streamed through the window, casting a dim, golden glow that illuminated the row of black-and-white photographs on the bookshelf, evoking a sense of melancholy.

Wang Hai got up and walked to the window, gazing at the setting sun outside. He pursed his lips and remained silent.

Zhu Yiba stumbled back to his dormitory and sat on his bed by the door, looking utterly dejected.

If only I had listened to the squad leader and hadn't acted rashly and chased after them outside the mountains, things would have been fine.

If only I had listened to the squad leader and hadn't fired.

If at that time
Ultimately, he indirectly killed them.

Zhu Yiba dared not raise his head or turn around.

Because the platoon leader's bed was right next to his, and he always got up early and went to bed late, the platoon leader was always the first to greet him with a smile.

Further away is Little Fatty's big bed, where the sheets are always wrinkled and the blankets are crooked. He's constantly being criticized, but he's always smiling and never straight.

Ha, you said you wanted to get a third-class merit award? Dream on.

The innermost seat was where the blond guy sat. As a new recruit, he was supposed to sleep next to the wall and the washbasin stand, according to the rules. But that kid didn't care at all, and every time they met, he would still call him "squad leader" or "platoon leader" without fail.

They weren't embarrassed at all; the nickname "seat-arranging guy" had even spread to the brigade level.

For a moment, Zhu Yiba suddenly felt that the two dead people had come back to life. As the whistle for lights out sounded, they would also rush into the dormitory from outside.

They chatted and laughed as they called out to their platoon leader, as if nothing had happened.

Zhu Yiba's lips trembled, and he finally couldn't hold back the tears welling up in his eyes: "I...I just want things to go back to how they were originally. Shouldn't we soldiers be catching bandits?"

Gradually, a strong anger emanated from Zhu Yiba.

His body trembled slightly, and his eyes were bloodshot, like a volcano about to erupt.

"Why isn't that scum dead?!"

"Why did you save him?!"

"Zorozon Zorozon!"

"I want you to die!"

"die!!"

(Extra, end)
(End of this chapter)