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Chapter 565 Zhao Weihong? What Zhao Weihong? [Please subscribe! Please vote!]

The speaker was Qi Chengzong, a new recruit who had just joined the Second Company this year.

While not exceptionally outstanding, he was still among the best of the new recruits.

Most importantly, he was quick-witted and handsome. He exuded righteousness when he put on his uniform and trained very hard. He didn't need the veterans or squad leaders to urge him on when a task was assigned to him. He had the "legacy of Zhao Weihong" and was therefore very popular with his superiors.

"Hey! I want to see elephants too!"

"With your small frame, you're not even as strong as an elephant's leg. Aren't you afraid someone will stomp you flat?"

Smiling, Zhao Weihong squeezed Qi Chengzong's increasingly firm arm, then looked at Wang Fei, who was smoking in the corner.

"Squad leader, I'm going out now."

"Hurry up and come out when you're done having fun, we still have a long way to go."

"Platoon leader, won't you have one?"

"No."

Zhao Weihong waved her hand, glanced around at the surroundings with some disdain, and then strode away from the restroom.

Before Zhao Weihong could fully return to the outside, a humid and hot wind rushed towards her, clinging to her body without any politeness. At the door, two sergeants were complaining with disappointed expressions.

"Damn it, who said this place was suitable for tourism?"

"It's so hot! I wouldn't come even if you paid me!"

"Who says otherwise? Platoon Leader Zhao is great!"

Upon seeing Zhao Weihong suddenly appear beside them, the two sergeants from the other company quickly greeted her.

Nodding to the two of them, Zhao Weihong continued walking outside, but after a few steps, she turned back, approached the sergeant who had just complained, and whispered.

"The climate here is indeed not great, but just keep it to yourself and don't say it out loud."

"There are quite a few locals here. They must feel terrible to hear us talking about the weather in their hometown."

"They're all still in military uniform, we need to be mindful of the impact."

"Right?"

Upon hearing this, the sergeant immediately showed a flustered and uneasy expression, and hurriedly replied.

"Yes!"

Zhao Weihong patted him hard on the shoulder, gave him a smiling look, and then walked straight toward the direction where the convoy was parked, meeting the curious, longing, or respectful gazes of the people around her.

Not far away, many people were excitedly taking pictures of the military trucks in the parking spaces with their cameras or mobile phones, forming a dense human wall around the convoy.

The officials who stayed nearby to guard the convoy walked back and forth in front of the human wall with helpless expressions, politely asking the people not to take pictures and to delete any photos that had already been taken.

Some hot-tempered drivers, seeing a large group of people blocking the way and delaying their parking, immediately started honking their horns incessantly.

But when he saw a figure carrying a gun and wearing a military uniform striding towards him, the driver, who had just been looking irritable, immediately became obedient.
I just honked the horn, it's not like I deserve to be shot, is it?

"Dong dong dong."

When the other party knocked on the car window, the driver looked at his wife, children, and elderly parents beside him. His heart pounded, and it took him a long time to finally roll down the window and force out a smile that looked more like a grimace.

"Military General"

"What's wrong?"

sentinel:"."

The sentry nervously glanced around, and seeing that no one had noticed him, he breathed a sigh of relief and then spoke with mixed feelings.

"Comrade, don't be nervous. I'm not a bad person, and I'm certainly not a soldier."

"Our convoy is currently resting here and will be leaving soon."

"I'm so sorry if this has delayed your parking."

"Oh! No problem, no problem!"

"What a mess! I thought I'd caused an accident by honking my horn!"

"Come on, son, quickly say hello to the People's Liberation Army uncles!"

The boy sitting in the back seat wasn't shy at all and immediately called out in a clear, cheerful voice.

"Hello, uncle!"

Upon hearing this, the sentry, who was only twenty years old this year, was stunned for a moment before nodding with some difficulty.

"Hey, hello"

"Comrades of the People's Liberation Army, are you on a mission?"

"Wait a moment, I'll find a place to park the car first, and then we can talk in detail when I get back!"

Without waiting for the sentry to speak, the driver, who had been terrified just a minute ago, stepped on the gas and went to find another parking space.

Only then did the sentry notice that Zhao Weihong had somehow appeared in front of him.

"what's the situation?"

Before the sentry could even greet her, Zhao Weihong preemptively asked him what was going on.

After the sentry recounted the whole story to Zhao Weihong with a mix of amusement and exasperation, Zhao Weihong chuckled and then, glancing in the direction of the toilet, extended her right hand to the sentry.

"You bunch of brats, I told you to get out of the bathroom now!"

"It's been so long, and not a single person has come back to relieve you!"

"Does the toilet smell that good?"

"Give me the gun. Go and call those bastards back, and while you're at it, take care of your personal matters."

"Hurry up, we only have five more minutes before we have to continue."

"Yes!"

As soon as Zhao Weihong took the heavy Type 81 rifle from the sentry, he knew that the magazine was full of bullets.

For routine missions, the sentries stationed at the convoy do not need to carry guns, and ammunition will be issued after they arrive at the mission location.

But this mission is clearly different.

The closer you get to the border, the more likely you are to encounter unexpected emergencies.

Just in case, Zhao Weihong's convoy adopted the highest level of security measures. Apart from three blank warning rounds, the magazines were filled with live ammunition.

It's quite a poignant story.

Zhao Weihong and her group were on tenterhooks the whole way, not daring to relax their vigilance in the slightest.

Meanwhile, tourists flocked to that tourist city located on the southwestern border.

They live under the same sky, yet it seems as if they exist in two different times and spaces.

All evil and danger are kept at the intersection of time and space, at the intersection of national borders, by countless figures like Zhao Weihong dressed in military uniforms.

As long as they are still around, these things will never be able to affect people's lives.

"Hey Lao Zhao, you're finally back!"

"Hurry, hurry, it's your turn to make your move."

"We finally managed to persuade the villagers to stop taking pictures, and now they want to give us things!"

"No matter what I say, I can't persuade him! Many of the villagers still speak in their local dialect, which makes me completely confused!" Upon seeing Zhao Weihong return, Hu Yiming immediately poured out his grievances to him, his face covered in sweat as if he had just finished a vigorous workout.

It's no exaggeration to say that Hu Yiming would rather carry his luggage and run all the way to the mission location than deal with the villagers in front of him again.

They're so damn enthusiastic!

They offered him cigarettes and water, and some even asked if Hu Yiming had a girlfriend!
Hu Yiming is over thirty years old this year and is still single.

Isn't this hitting him where it hurts?

Which bachelor could withstand such a test?

Not to mention that this city is a gathering place for ethnic minorities.

Besides tourists, there were also many locals around me, including several women whose every smile and gesture exuded exotic charm. Their skin was exceptionally fair and dazzling!
When Tang Sanzang mistakenly entered the Women's Kingdom, it must have been nothing more than this kind of situation.

If it weren't for Hu Yiming's many years as a leading official and his considerable ideological awareness...

By this time, they might have already given away their contact information!
Upon hearing this, Zhao Weihong smiled slyly and pointed to the Type 81 bar on her back.

"Company commander, I'm carrying a gun, it's too dangerous for me to get close to the crowd!"

"Besides, what's wrong with interacting with fellow villagers? It allows you to fully experience the warmth and enthusiasm of the people!"

"Um, I've already had someone call them back, and someone will be here to replace you soon."

"I'm going back to patrol near the convoy first, you go ahead and do your work, Company Commander!"

After saying that, Zhao Weihong didn't even look at Hu Yiming, who was jumping up and down in anger, and quickly ran to the back of the convoy to hide.

The increasingly enthusiastic actions of the villagers fully proved Zhao Weihong's foresight!
"Comrade! No, no! We have water!"

"Hey! Don't be so polite! This isn't bottled water!"

"It's so hot outside, let's give the soldiers some drinks to cool them down!"

"Look at your age, you're probably not even as old as my son. It's really tough for you to be out here suffering at such a young age!"

"Come on, there's still ice cream here, eat it quickly before it melts!"

With a bitter face, Hu Yiming desperately tried to explain military discipline to the fellow villagers in front of him.

The problem is, it's useless!

These days, it's a bit of an understatement to say that families who can afford to travel are considered well-off. Buying drinks and ice cream is nothing out of the ordinary.

The fellow villager across from him was carrying an ice cream in one hand and a drink in the other. His imposing manner was even more like that of a soldier than Hu Yiming's, as if to say, "If you don't accept it, you're disrespecting me."

There were also a few fellow villagers who could be described as "action-oriented," and they didn't bother arguing with Hu Yiming and the others at all.

Taking advantage of Hu Yiming's inattention, he tiptoed out of the crowd, avoided Hu Yiming and the others' sight, and ran wildly, throwing the fruits, snacks and other food he was carrying into the tarpaulin through the gaps!
"Hey! Fellow villager! Come back quickly!"

"Don't get near the convoy! We have rules!"

"Old Zhao! Zhao Weihong! Stop watching the show and come help!"

Hu Yiming was yelling for help when, before he knew it, the fellow villager he had been blocking broke through the blockade and happily stuffed the drinks and ice cream he was holding into the car.

Hu Yiming stood there, his face full of despair, thinking to himself that although the climate here was not good, the locals were too hospitable!
When I went to the Dingshan base last time, I stopped at highway service areas quite a few times to rest.

I've never seen my fellow villagers make such a big fuss before!

"Zhao Weihong? What Zhao Weihong?"

Zhao Weihong was happily watching the show from behind the convoy when she suddenly heard her name called out from the crowd, and an ominous premonition immediately welled up in her heart.

Hu Yiming, that simpleton, hadn't realized what was happening yet, and even stupidly pointed in the direction where Zhao Weihong was, asking curiously.

"Isn't he just standing there?"

"Fellow villager? You know him? Is he a relative of yours?"

The villagers in the crowd carefully examined the object for a moment, and then suddenly exclaimed in delight.

"I don't have any relatives with such abilities!"

“I recognize this kid! I’ve seen her on TV! Isn’t she Zhao Weihong, the one who won the gold medal?”

"This kid is amazing! He runs faster than those Americans! He's really bringing glory to our country!"

"Honey, you stay here and watch over them! Don't let them leave. I'm going to buy them some things to take with them!"

Hu Yiming: "."

Finished!

Now we're really not going anywhere!
Hu Yiming's words completely ignited the atmosphere in the service area.

What a grand occasion the Military World Games were back then!

It wasn't just a nationwide celebration, but the streets were packed with people!
Most ordinary people have some impression of Zhao Weihong, who shone brightly.

Now that we've finally found Zhao Weihong alive, how can we let him escape so easily?
In an instant! The entire supermarket in the huge service area was emptied out by the enthusiastic locals!
Looking at the villagers carrying large and small bags, running excitedly towards the convoy, Hu Yiming swallowed hard, finally experiencing firsthand the power of the people.
In the end, Zhao Weihong came up with a solution.

The cadres chipped in some money to buy each of the villagers a drink, an ice cream, and some snacks as a return gift.

As for the things the villagers threw in, they were left in the vehicle as a perk for the soldiers.

It wasn't that Zhao Weihong wanted to violate the rule of "not taking a single needle or thread from the masses".

The main problem is that we simply can't send it back!

Did I throw something into the car?

"Who saw it?"

"You saw that? Don't talk nonsense here at such a young age!"

"What I threw away? Is there any evidence? Is there any CCTV footage?"

"If you keep doing this, I'll tell your boss!"

"What? You're the leader? Then how can you lie like that?"

"I didn't throw it! I don't know who threw it! Don't come looking for me!"

When Wang Fei and the others returned from the restroom, they were all stunned. Looking at the drinks, snacks, ice cream, and fruit in the carriage, they fell into deep thought.
How long are we going to eat this?

After the supermarket in the service area was completely emptied.

The dense crowd finally dispersed, but did not disperse.

Instead, they stood on both sides of the road, waving enthusiastically at the slowly departing convoy.

At the end of the road, a little girl with braided pigtails, held in her mother's arms, was slurping ice cream while waving a bright national flag at the convoy, muttering something indistinctly, revealing two cute little tiger teeth.

Goodbye, Uncle PLA soldiers!

Zhao Weihong rolled down the car window and looked at the exceptionally enthusiastic people in the service area, a satisfied smile gradually appearing on her face.

These ordinary people were unaware that Zhao Weihong and the others were about to head to a different kind of battlefield.

However, they still bid farewell to Zhao Weihong and the others in their own way as they "set off for war".

Perhaps some well-informed people have already guessed the general idea.

After all, their team has been fighting for the people since its inception.

This time, of course, will be no exception.

(End of this chapter)