Who taught you to be a soldier like this!

Chapter 589

Qian Wanli's complex tone carried a very obvious hint of shame.

As fellow cadres, there's no need to say much more.

When the background of this "old farmer" was investigated, Qian Wanli personally heard the head of the local public security department fly into a rage on the phone, saying that people with such family backgrounds were not reported and monitored in real time.
He has no wife in China, but has a child abroad, whose identity and whereabouts are unknown.

Even if this old farmer was just an ordinary citizen before, at this critical juncture, he could very well be dragged down by his foreign son.

Qian Wanli was certainly aware of this, which is why he appeared so ashamed.

Not long ago, he was still questioning Zhao Weihong's actions.

However, the old farmer's extremely sensitive identity powerfully demonstrates the significance of Zhao Weihong's "willful act".

Even if they are overthinking it, this discovery still has extremely high value.

Due to the unique circumstances of Mangtianlian County, it is not uncommon for people to have direct blood relatives living abroad.

This makes it easy for drug dealers to exploit.

After all, besides actively dragging people into their schemes, these ruthless drug traffickers are also willing to use the relatives of local people to force them to comply and cooperate with their criminal smuggling operations.

This undoubtedly provides Qian Wanli, and even the entire joint operation, with a new direction for investigation!
But Qian Wanli's thoughts went even deeper.

When he combined Zhao Weihong's findings with the "calm and peaceful" situation in the area during this period, Qian Wanli instantly felt a chill that went deep into his bones!

Could it be that drug dealers have already started using this method to take action?

The tranquility that Qian Wanli was so pleased with was nothing more than a storm brewing, or even a deception where he was being completely manipulated by drug traffickers!

Thinking of this, Qian Wanli felt his cheeks burning and dared not look directly into Zhao Weihong's bright eyes.

"I knew it! Something's off about this guy!"

"They said they were going to pick mushrooms, but how could a normal local villager bring so much food up the mountain?"

Zhao Weihong actually sensed the resistance and hostility that Qian Wanli showed after returning this time.

When presented with compelling evidence, Zhao Weihong did not use it to prove her correctness and wisdom to Qian Wanli, but instead threw herself into her work.

"Old Qian, has Old Chen been informed of these circumstances?"

Upon hearing this, Qian Wanli quickly nodded and hurriedly replied.

"We have already arranged for someone to hand him over. The local police have also started to stake out the old farmer's residence and monitor everyone who comes into contact with him."

"The situation has already been reported, and it is estimated that the identification of such sensitive individuals will begin immediately in a few tens of minutes."

"Old Zhao, I have to apologize to you."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Weihong lightly punched Qian Wanli in the left chest, cheerfully interrupting his unspoken words.

"Apologize? What? Did you steal my snacks while I was gone?"

"It's not a big deal, why are you putting on this show with me?"

"We are now comrades-in-arms, we are brothers."

"As long as the mission can be completed, there's no need to fuss over such trivial matters."

What do you think?

Hear this.

Filled with shame, Qian Wanli finally mustered the courage to raise his head and look directly into Zhao Weihong's sincere and clear eyes.

"I see."

"Next, it will be hard on you and Lao Chen!"

"I need to go get some sleep right away. I shouldn't make any rash moves. If this person is really up to something, there must be a big fish behind him!"

"After so many days of silence, coupled with our thorough encirclement, if these drug traffickers really get a chance, they will definitely swarm in!"

"If any emergency occurs, wake me up immediately and get me into battle!"

"The soldiers I take out must be brought back by me personally, intact, not one less!"

Zhao Weihong's statement, to some extent, can be seen as handing over an easy "credit" to Qian Wanli and Chen Zheng.

To be honest, Qian Wanli and Chen Zheng didn't offer much help; they just did their part. All the current discoveries were made by Zhao Weihong leading the team independently.

However, Zhao Weihong was very "generous" and allowed Qian Wanli and Chen Zheng to participate in this promising project.

Such behavior can no longer be described as "noble and virtuous".

He's practically one of those "role models in the military" that often appear in documentaries!

However, Zhao Weihong showed a completely different attitude towards the possible changes that might occur next.

Even though I'm exhausted, I'd rather fight alongside my comrades on the front lines!
He shares the credit, but he's the first to face danger!
How could anyone not admire such a person? How could anyone not obey him?
Listen to the unwavering determination in Zhao Weihong's resolute tone.

Qian Wanli was completely convinced by this "youngster" who still had a stripe on his shoulder, and replied to Zhao Weihong with the same respect one would show to one's superior.

"Yes!"

at the same time.

Mountains outside the village.

The old farmer, who had been targeted by the joint team, changed his honest and simple demeanor from what he had shown in front of Zhao Weihong. Instead, he moved at an extremely fast speed through the roadless mountains, deliberately taking detours from time to time. His occasional glances back revealed a clear sense of vigilance and caution.

Only after confirming that he was not being followed did the old farmer feel completely at ease and run straight toward his destination.

The old farmer climbed upwards and soon reached the top of a mountain in the mountains.

From the outside, this mountain is quite "ordinary". A full third of the mountain looks like it has been struck by some kind of "divine punishment", as it has been split straight down from top to bottom, forming a cliff more than 100 meters high.

If we analyze it according to Zhao Weihong's plan, this mountain is a place that does not need to be deliberately guarded. It is almost impossible to cross it by manpower alone, and we can only try to go around it.

But the old farmer walked straight toward the cliff side, braving the howling wind on the mountaintop. He took out an object from the bottom of the wicker basket that was covered with food and seemed to be hidden very well, but was actually spotted by Zhao Weihong at a glance, which confirmed his suspicious identity.

A bundle of twine.

No iron hook is needed, nor is an iron hook required.

The old farmer simply tied the hemp rope to the tree, made a simple knot, wrapped the other end of the rope around his waist, and walked towards the cliff without hesitation.

As farmers born and raised in the mountains, almost all the local men know how to use hemp ropes to traverse mountains and valleys.

The various knots they've passed down through generations have become incredibly reliable over time. Even if the hemp rope breaks, the knots the old farmer tied to the tree won't cause any problems!
However, judging from the length of the rope, it is impossible for the old farmer to have reached the bottom of the cliff.

However, the old farmer still resolutely pulled on the hemp rope, climbed down the cliff, and slowly moved downwards, not forgetting to fasten the lid of the wicker basket on his back, as if it contained some extremely precious item.

The wind howled.

The old farmer's figure was like a floating duckweed, dancing on the cliff and drifting in the gale.

After climbing down about ten meters, the old farmer's destination finally came into view.

It was a crevice, about a meter wide, embedded in the cliff.

Compared to the massive mountain, this crevice is insignificant.

The old farmer seemed very familiar with the inside of the crevice. After landing, he simply tied the hemp rope to a wooden stake that had been driven into the mountainside by someone, and then felt his way along the edge of the crevice, slowly moving forward.

After walking a dozen meters, the scene before the old farmer suddenly became a "bright future".

The originally narrow gap suddenly became wide.

A single oil lamp burned brightly in the darkness, providing the only light source in the cave.

Following the direction of the light, one can see smooth stone slabs, clearly polished by human hands, scattered throughout the cave, and even a giant rock that looks like a "water tank".

At that moment, seven or eight menacing figures sat scattered on the stone slabs throughout the cave, their dark gun barrels pointed directly at the old farmer who had just entered.

Upon seeing that the newcomers were old farmers, they immediately put down their weapons and began muttering curses in their local dialect.

Seeing this, the old farmer was about to say something when he was kicked hard to the ground by the only figure walking towards him.

"You old geezer, it took you so long to get here. Did you want me to starve to death?"

Upon hearing this, the person's identity immediately became clear!

Who else could it be but the old farmer's son who is "working" abroad?
However, what he was engaged in was clearly not a respectable profession, otherwise he wouldn't have gone to hide in this remote mountain cave when the joint operation was in full swing.

But decades ago...

This mountain, along with several surrounding hillsides, has been given a name by the locals that represents death and terror.

Hidden bandit ravine!
That's right.

This cave was created by generations of bandits in the early years when local bandits were rampant, serving as a hiding place for them during raids.

It must be said that the location of this cave is indeed extremely ingenious, with one side of the cliff facing the outside world, making it difficult for the Yan Kingdom to discover the clues hidden in the mountain.

Even during the "bandit suppression operation" that was only briefly mentioned in history books but was actually a huge undertaking, this cave was still not discovered.

The bandits hiding inside were wiped out by the waiting PLA soldiers when they ran down the mountain to plunder after running out of supplies!

It was after this vigorous anti-bandit operation that the bandits and thieves who had plagued the people of Yan for thousands of years finally became history!

However, no matter how thoroughly the extermination is carried out, there will inevitably be some who slip through the net.

The fact that the old farmer and his son were able to learn about this former bandit hideout suggests that their backgrounds were not exactly clean.

However, the old farmer is quite well-regarded by the locals.

Aside from being a bit aloof, the old farmer is a genuinely kind-hearted person. Whenever someone in the village needs help, he will be the first to arrive and the last to leave without needing to be told.

The old farmer would never hold a grudge against anyone he had a conflict with; his good nature was to the point of being somewhat "spineless."

Only when he mentions his son who works abroad does a genuine smile appear on the old farmer's face.

However, at this moment, the old farmer lying on the ground looked with despair at his only attachment to life, who walked straight past him, roughly took the wicker basket that he had been carefully protecting, and then walked towards the leader with a fawning expression.

The heartbroken old farmer lay on the ground until he heard his son scream, at which point he struggled to lift his head.

However, he didn't see what happened.

The starving drug dealers had already begun to wolf down their food. The boiled water brought by the old farmer was an extremely precious resource, which could only be enjoyed by two or three people, not including the old farmer's son.

If others are thirsty, they can only rely on the little water that seeps out of the mountain. It may not quench their thirst, but at least they won't die from lack of water.

On a stone slab not far from the oil lamp, dozens of backpacks were prominently displayed.

Through the gaps where the zippers of several backpacks had been accidentally opened, one could see that they were filled with long, square-shaped items wrapped in yellow tape.

However, the old farmer was not surprised by this.

In fact, he had known for a long time what kind of business his son was in.

His only regret was bringing his teenage son to this cave back then, thus letting him know about this location.

Even the old farmer himself hadn't expected it.

The precious memories of growing up alongside my son have now become bargaining chips for him to "seek rewards and recognition."

The value of strongholds like these, which are not controlled by the Yan Kingdom, goes without saying.

Even if the methods of entry and exit are somewhat dangerous, and all kinds of supplies rely on external transportation, compared with the huge profits of contraband, these things are not really "problems".

During this period, this group of drug traffickers has transported a considerable amount of contraband to the cave for storage, preparing to sell the contraband as quickly as possible once the heat dies down or a stable and reliable route is found!
gradually.

The swallowing sounds in the cave gradually ceased.

The old farmer, lost in thought, sat on the ground with unfocused eyes until a series of footsteps sounded and roughly pulled him up from the ground.

"We brought too little this time, not enough to go around!"

"Bring in more food tomorrow, understand?"

The old farmer raised his head somewhat blankly, looked at the unfamiliar face, remained silent for a while, and then slowly spoke.

"Recently, many people in the village have joined the army."

"I've already been questioned by them today."

Before the old farmer could finish speaking, his greedy son grabbed his collar and roared at him.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

"Everyone in the village knows you're a local. You're just bringing some food into the mountains, not smuggling contraband. So what if you get caught?"

"If you're worried about bringing too much and them noticing something amiss, then you should go into the mountains a couple more times!"

"You're my father! Are you just going to watch me starve to death?"

(End of this chapter)