Who taught you to be a soldier like this!

Chapter 597

Wu Fengxu had never seen Zhao Weihong like this before.

What kind of image should Zhao Weihong have in his mind and that of most people in the 446th Regiment?
Full of vigor and boundless energy, the aura emanating from one person is comparable to that of an entire army!

He is like a tireless sun, radiating light and warmth from his words and deeds, infecting and comforting everyone around him.

But now, Zhao Weihong exudes an aura of withering and decay.

It's like an old tree that has struggled to take root and sprout in a crevice of a cliff.

People admire the old tree's vigorous vitality, but little do they know that just to take root and grow on the cliff has exhausted all of the old tree's strength.

If anything goes wrong, all the old tree's past efforts and struggles will vanish with the sudden arrival of wind and rain.

Just like Tao Jianguo, who is now buried here.

He wiped his face without making a sound.

Wu Feng took a breath and pulled out a pack of cigarettes he had specially prepared before coming.

Seeing this, Zhao Weihong lit a cigarette after a moment of silence and stuck it into the ground in front of her.

The firelight, flickering in the wind atop the cliff, carried wisps of white smoke as it rose into the clouds, a tribute to those who had passed away.

"I have read Comrade Tao Jianguo's information."

“My father was a bandit before the founding of the People’s Republic of China. Because of this background, he lived a hard life for decades.”

"His wife disappeared shortly after giving birth, and he and his son have been living together ever since."

According to local villagers, Comrade Tao Jianguo was also a well-known mountain martial arts expert in the area.

"Some people say that it was because he had a bandit father that he was so familiar with everything in the mountains."

Hear this.

After sitting there for a long time, Zhao Weihong finally showed a slight change in expression.

"Have they changed their tune now?"

Zhao Weihong's voice was like a whistling bullet, striking Wu Fengxu's heart with deadly force.

Wu Fengxu lowered his head, his fists clenched tightly without his notice, as if he wanted to squeeze water out of his dry palms.

"We both come from the countryside."

"You should be clear about the rural environment."

“Some people admire Comrade Tao Jianguo, while others make all sorts of sarcastic and cynical remarks.”

"But none of that matters."

"The important thing is that, years from now, the traces left by these locals who made the comments, and even by you and me who came here, will be washed away by the tide of time."

"But Comrade Tao Jianguo was able to rest in peace in the martyrs' cemetery, surrounded by countless predecessors."

"And his deeds, like the words engraved on his epitaph, will never be forgotten!"

Hear this.

Zhao Weihong seemed to remember something, and finally a faint smile appeared on her lips.

Seeing this, Wu Fengxu also revealed a faint smile, while giving Zhao Weihong's shoulder a firm squeeze. He then took out a cigarette, lit it, and handed it to Zhao Weihong.

Zhao Weihong casually took it, put it to her lips, and sucked hard.

The spicy, intense sensation immediately surged up in her throat, diluting the inexplicable and gloomy feelings in Zhao Weihong's heart.

"I thought I was ready."

Zhao Weihong's voice was still hoarse.

A hazy white mist rose from in front of Zhao Weihong and from his fingertips, making his still-sitting figure appear particularly ethereal.

In this environment, even Zhao Weihong's words carried a very obvious sense of ambiguity.

It's unclear whether he was speaking to Wu Fengxu, or to the mountains, or to Tao Jianguo.

Or perhaps, he was saying it to himself.

"When facing the enemy, I can calmly pull the trigger, and I can even finish off an enemy on the ground who is clueless about what has happened without hesitation."

"I thought that was the whole operation."

"Search, discover, annihilate."

“I even feel that I am a born warrior.”

Wu Fengxu sat quietly in place.

Listening to Zhao Weihong's heartfelt words, which seemed to be addressed to no one in particular.

Before this mission, Wu Fengxu and Wei Tao had actually anticipated this scenario.

However, in their understanding, Zhao Weihong, who was new to the industry, should have been unable to accept the guilt of taking a life with her own hands for the first time, which led her to fall into such an extreme state of internal conflict.

However, the story unfolded in a way that did not quite match what the two officers had imagined.

Zhao Weihong was not wrong.

He was indeed a born warrior, showing no mercy to his enemies, let alone feeling guilty or remorseful.

But he witnessed firsthand the loss of an innocent life right before his eyes.

This shock, this despair of helplessness, this feeling of wanting to vent but not knowing who to vent to, almost drove Zhao Weihong crazy!

Are they going to settle scores with the clifftop team?
As everyone knows, Tao Jianguo is a well-known mountain expert in the area, not to mention that this place is Tao Jianguo's "home ground" where he has lived for decades.

It would be incredibly easy to evade the surveillance and blockade by the team on the cliff top and successfully ascend the mountain.

Drug dealers? They've already paid the price.

Even the local villagers had ample reason to be hostile and disgusted with Tao Jianguo.

Because Tao Jianguo's father did indeed have a deep-seated blood feud with their ancestors.

Regarding Tao Jianguo's tragedy.

It seems that each party has a reason to absolve itself of responsibility.

But Zhao Weihong could never convince herself.

Because he knew that those "reasons" that seemed to have countless connections with Tao Jianguo were actually not things that Tao Jianguo could decide or change.

"He's a good man."

"A person who is so good that he's almost pathetic!"

"Whether it was this group of drug traffickers, or my comrades and I, we were all prepared to be injured or even killed when we arrived here!"

"But these things clearly have nothing to do with him!"

In the end, Zhao Weihong's originally calm voice turned into a roar full of pain!
He shouldn't have ended up like this!

Wu Fengxu watched Zhao Weihong's hysterical state in silence.

There was no answer.

He was very understanding of Zhao Weihong's feelings at that moment.

Because, in a sense, Tao Jianguo and Zhao Weihong are actually the same kind of people, which makes Tao Jianguo's story seem even more tragic.

The birth he could not choose led to a painful first half of Tao Jianguo's life.

Faced with decades of discrimination and hostility, whatever Tao Jianguo does seems understandable.

But he did not choose to go astray; instead, he lived his life with great effort and stubbornness.

Perhaps Tao Jianguo didn't want to become the kind of person the villagers talked about.

"His father is a bandit!"

"He's definitely a bad seed too!"

When things finally got a little better, Tao Jianguo had a son, giving him something to worry about and hope for the rest of his life.

However, fate played a cruel joke on this old man.

He carefully taught his son the skill, hoping that his son could make a living from it in the future.

In the end, however, she indirectly caused the death of her own son, leading him down a path of no return.

Tao Qiang's fate is perhaps partly attributable to his father.

But Zhao Weihong knew very well.

This old man, who wasn't very capable, could only offer Tao Qiang so much.

The moment Tao Jianguo's figure fell from the cliff.

What Zhao Weihong saw was not an elderly person choosing to leave this world.

Rather, it is another version of oneself in this world, using death as a means to make a final protest against an unjust fate.

"Jingle Bell!"

The urgent ringing of the bell from Wu Fengxu's arms broke the increasingly quiet atmosphere on the mountaintop.

After glancing at Zhao Weihong's expression, Wu Fengxu hesitated for a moment before taking out his phone from his pocket.

"Hello? Good morning, sir!"

"Yes! Yes! He's right next to me!"

"Yes!"

"Wei Hong".

Wu Fengxu patted Zhao Weihong on the shoulder and handed her the phone.

"It's Vice President Pei's phone call."

"As a political commissar, I am not quite qualified and I cannot resolve your concerns."

"But I believe that Vice President Pei still has a way."

He looked up and saw Wu Fengxu with a big smile on his face.

Zhao Weihong remained silent, reached out and took the phone, then put it to her ear.

"Hello, Chief."

There was no need for small talk.

Pei Tianren seemed to already know Zhao Weihong's current state, and he gave her a sharp rebuke over the phone!
"Intern Zhao Weihong!"

Years of military service made Zhao Weihong subconsciously stand up and shout out the word that had defined his entire military career!
"To!"

Instead of lecturing Zhao Weihong on grand principles, Pei Tianren began telling her a story about history!
"On February 19, 1950, the Yunnan Campaign ended! The entire Yunnan-Guizhou region was liberated, and the remaining enemy forces within Yunnan were completely annihilated, shattering the reactionaries' dream of turning Yunnan into a bridgehead for the counter-offensive and reshaping the southwestern lands!"

"But did the fighting in Yunnan and Yunnan stop after the Yunnan Campaign?"

"not at all!"

"The remnants of the reactionaries, in league with local bandits, continue to wreak havoc on this land!"

"A young person like you probably has no idea what a bandit is."

"Let me tell you! The bandits who wreaked havoc in the area back then were far more ruthless and brutal than the drug traffickers you've encountered today!"

"Burning, killing, looting, skinning, and stuffing—there's nothing these beasts wouldn't do!"

"Let me ask you, if you encountered these beasts, even knowing that eradicating them would be extremely difficult and the price would be very heavy, what would you choose?"

Zhao Weihong gritted her teeth, making a sickening sound, and shouted out her stance without hesitation!

"kill!"

"Yep!"

"This is the choice made by our predecessors back then!"

Pei Tianren nodded with satisfaction, his eyes narrowing slightly, as if he were completely absorbed in that little-known but equally momentous period of history!

"After the bandit suppression operation lasted less than a year, our People's Liberation Army annihilated nearly 110,000 bandits, and none of the bandit leaders escaped!"

"Within the Sichuan-Kang, Yunnan-Guizhou region, there are no more bandits. The bandits who plagued this land for thousands of years have become a thing of the past!"

I heard about what happened on your end.

"I don't know what you're thinking right now, but I'm going to tell you!"

Pei Tianren raised his voice slightly and addressed Zhao Weihong on the other end of the phone in a resounding tone!
"Everything those predecessors did back then was to prevent the tragedy that befell Tao Jianguo from happening again!"

"Today, bandits are a thing of the past!"

"From now on, no one will be looked down upon or discriminated against because their parents were bandits!"

"Just like the business you're doing now!"

Pei Tianren's words, like a resounding bell, exploded in Zhao Weihong's ears!

"Bandits! Contraband! This is the root of Tao Jianguo's tragedy!"

"Sooner or later, we will be able to sweep away contraband from this land just like we swept away bandits!"

"Let the millions of people under heaven never repeat the tragedy of Tao Jianguo!"

"What you need to do now is not to be unable to let go of his tragedy alone."

"Instead, we should stand up and do what our predecessors did!"

Tell me! Can you do it?

Wu Fengxu stood aside, letting out a long sigh of relief, and remarked that Pei Tianren truly lived up to his reputation as a leader.

Even the way of "treating and saving lives" is so unique, yet it hits the nail on the head and is exceptionally effective!

Let's take a look at Zhao Weihong, the person involved.

At that moment, he stood still, his right hand, which was gripping the phone tightly, trembling uncontrollably. This tremor eventually caused his whole body to shake, resulting in a roar that burst forth!
"can!"

Although Pei Tianren's "talk therapy" was very effective.

But Zhao Weihong ultimately did not return to the headquarters.

He did not remain immersed in Tao Jianguo's tragedy and find it difficult to let go.

Instead, they turned grief into strength and, following the direction pointed out by Pei Tianren, threw themselves into the joint operation with even greater enthusiasm!
Pei Tianren wanted him to return to the headquarters, but Zhao Weihong resolutely refused, arguing that it would waste too much time in carrying out the next phase of work!

That's right!

Although Zhao Weihong's model and theory have been proven in practice, this does not mean that the model can be immediately applied to joint operations.

In a short period of time, only Zhao Weihong was able to "control" the entire model!
Therefore, Zhao Weihong could not relax even more, and could not waste any more time!
The operation in Mangtianlian County ended just two days later.

Zhao Weihong then left behind the new deployment and stakeout plan, bid farewell to Chen Zheng and the others, and headed to the next area with the new plan!
of course.

Zhao Weihong's plan wasn't foolproof, since it ultimately required the "cooperation" of drug dealers.

If drug traffickers don't get it and keep sticking to the old ways that are already controlled by Yan, Zhao Weihong's new plan will naturally be useless.

However, such drug dealers are still in the minority.

More often than not, Zhao Weihong's new plans yielded results, successfully helping the local garrison to detect drug traffickers attempting to enter the country in advance.

In all these operations, Zhao Weihong took the lead and personally participated in all the actions as a soldier!
gradually.

Beyond the border, in that sinful land, a fearsome nickname began to circulate.

Jungle Death!

(End of this chapter)