Special forces soldier demobilization: Starting from the county government compound, a meteoric rise

It's late at night, 11 p.m.

Archives of the People's Armed Forces Department of Qingyun County.

Former Minister Wang Zhenhua unscrewed a bottle of strong tea and, under the dim light of a desk lamp, began the final handover and verification of the files of demobilized cadres. It was a tedious job, but he had done it his entire life, simply for peace of mind.

"Liu Ming..." he murmured the name, pulling out the thinnest one from a stack of brown paper bags.

It's too thin, as thin as a sheet of paper.

Typically, after serving in the military for several years, even without outstanding achievements, one has certainly put in a lot of hard work, and their personnel file is filled with various evaluations, comments, and training reports, which would be quite thick.

But this Liu Ming is like a greenhorn who has just joined the army.

"Another lazy soldier who just coasts along." Wang Zhenhua shook his head, somewhat regretfully.

He instinctively reached for the file folder to make a final comparison between the materials inside and the handover list. But when his fingers touched the seal, he suddenly stopped.

The seal was stamped with a bright red stamp that he had only seen during military exercises.

——**Top Secret (S-level)**

Wang Zhenhua's calloused hands trembled uncontrollably.

He felt that the thin file folder was now incredibly heavy. He carefully turned it over, and on the back of the folder, in the "Merits" section, he could vaguely see several large characters printed with special ink through the kraft paper, the characters so bold they seemed to penetrate the paper.

First-class merit.

First-class merit.

First-class merit.

Three!

Living, living in peacetime, and awarded three first-class merits!

Wang Zhenhua's breath caught in his throat; he felt as if his heart was being gripped tightly. Having served his entire life in the military, he knew all too well how many lives, how many bullets, and how many enemy corpses had been sacrificed to earn those three "First-Class Merits"!

Such a person, let alone coming to a small county like Qingyun, could easily be treated as a treasure and worshipped in the provincial military region!

How could he...?

Wang Zhenhua suddenly stood up, rushed to the window, and looked in the direction of the county committee compound, his cloudy old eyes filled with turbulent emotions.

A real dragon is coming to Qingyun County!

……

"boom!"

A clap of thunder startled Liu Ming from her light sleep.

Outside the window, it was still that stormy night.

No, it's not.

There was no sound of rain, only the whistling of bullets tearing through the air and the dying screams of comrades.

The air was not filled with the smell of earth, but rather with a nauseating mixture of gunpowder, blood, and the stench of rotting plants in the rainforest.

This was his last battle before leaving the military.

"Shura! Retreat! That's an order!" The commander's furious roar came through the headset.

Liu Ming's vision was filled with blood. He knelt on one knee in the mud, holding a young soldier whose body was already unrecognizable but was still oozing blood.

"Xiao Qi..." Liu Ming's voice was hoarse, like sandpaper being rubbed.

"Captain...I...I miss home..." The soldier called Xiao Qi forced a smile that looked worse than crying onto his still childish face, then tilted his head and fell silent.

"ah--!"

Liu Ming looked up and let out a roar that was suppressed to the extreme. It was not a human voice, but more like the mournful cry of a wounded lone wolf in a desperate situation.

He suddenly looked up, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the jungle sniper a hundred meters away who had just fired the fatal shot.

"Everyone, cover me!"

"Shura! You're not allowed to go! This is disobeying military orders!"

Liu Ming crushed the earphones, gently placed Xiao Qi's body on the ground, and pulled out the military dagger stained with blood and brain matter from his waist.

With a flash, he disappeared into the jungle known as the "Green Tomb" like a black lightning bolt.

……

"call……"

Liu Ming suddenly looked up from her desk, her forehead covered in cold sweat.

It's that dream again.

He looked around; the general affairs office was empty, with only the chirping of cicadas outside the window and the creaking of the old ceiling fan overhead.

It was already the afternoon of the second day.

Yesterday's standoff ended with Diao Deliang's bluster backfiring. Liu Ming didn't mop the floor or clean the toilet; she just sat quietly in her seat, like a statue.

Diao Deliang shouted a few words, but found that the other party ignored him completely. He felt like a clown jumping around, so he could only slink away and give up.

From then on, Liu Ming was completely isolated.

The young girl named Lu Xiao Kui tried to say something to him, but Diao Deliang glared at her and shut her up. Throughout the entire office, no one poured him water, no one joked with him, and even documents avoided his desk.

Liu Ming didn't care at all.

Compared to the battlefield amidst gunfire, this kind of office bullying is no different from children playing house.

"Young man, just arrived?"

An old voice sounded from the side.

Liu Ming turned around and saw the old man who had been engrossed in reading the newspaper. He had somehow gotten close to her, carrying a large enamel mug filled with strong tea.

The old man's name was Fan Shuye, but everyone called him Fan Laogui (Old Ghost Fan), a "living fossil" of the General Affairs Department.

"Yes, I just arrived yesterday." Liu Ming nodded.

"Quite the temper, huh? Daring to go head-to-head with Diao Deliang the moment he arrives." Old Fan chuckled, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. "Does he even know who his uncle is?"

"have no idea."

"The deputy director of the county party committee office is Jia Zhengzhi's brother-in-law," Fan Laogui said in a low voice. "And who is Jia Zhengzhi on? He's Secretary Li's right-hand man. If you offend Diao Deliang, you've offended everyone on this line."

Liu Ming raised an eyebrow, signaling him to continue.

Old Fan took a sip of tea and continued, "In our Qingyun County, the temple is small but the wind blows strong, and the water is shallow but there are many turtles. There are mainly two factions. One faction is the local faction, led by Secretary Li of the County Party Committee. They are deeply rooted and have very strong connections. The other faction is the outside faction, led by the newly transferred County Magistrate Wen. They want to carry out reforms, but unfortunately, they are outnumbered and weak, and they are suppressed."

He looked at Liu Ming with his cloudy eyes: "You're like a bean sprout stuck in a crack in the rocks, pleasing neither side. They all want to see which side you're really on."

"Thank you for reminding me," Liu Ming said calmly.

"It's not really a reminder, it's just that you seem like a promising kid, unlike the cowards who came before." Old Fan waved his hand, picked up his teacup, and leisurely returned to his seat. "But I have to give you a piece of advice: sometimes, you can't fight city hall. When it's time to bow your head, you have to."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the office door was suddenly pushed open.

Diao Deliang walked in with a document in his hand and a smug look on his face, followed by Jia Zhengzhi, who had a fawning expression on his face.

It seems that he went to the Party Secretary to complain and received support.

Diao Deliang walked straight up to Liu Ming and slammed a red-headed document onto his desk with a "bang".

"Liu Ming, you've been idle all day, it's time to get some work done." He said condescendingly, "Write an 800-word summary report on the spirit of this meeting on 'the construction of spiritual civilization in the whole county' and hand it to me before you leave work."

This was originally Diao Deliang's job.

Liu Ming didn't say anything, picked up the document, looked at it, and then turned on the computer to start typing.

His typing speed is extremely fast; his fingers fly across the keyboard, almost invisible, leaving only a dense "clattering" sound, like a small metal storm.

In less than half an hour, a report with clear logic and rigorous wording was printed out.

Everyone in the office was stunned.

Diao Deliang's face was somewhat grim. He had intended to use this task to stall Liu Ming, but he hadn't expected her to complete it so quickly.

He snatched the report and read it carefully three times from beginning to end, trying to find any typos or awkward sentences, but he couldn't find a single one.

This made him feel like he had punched cotton, leaving him extremely frustrated.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he pointed to the title of the report, screaming as if he had discovered a new continent.

"Liu Ming! Who told you to use Song typeface, size 2?"

"The official document titles from the County Party Committee Office must use the Fangzheng Xiaobiao Song font! The font size is 'Small Two'! And the line spacing is a fixed 28 points! Yours is completely non-compliant!"

"You served in the military, don't you even know the most basic rules?"

Diao Deliang's voice was sharp and sarcastic; he had finally found a breakthrough that could be amplified infinitely.

Liu Ming frowned slightly.

Such internal, unwritten formatting rules are something a newcomer could never know.

This isn't a work-related issue at all; it's just nitpicking.

Before Liu Ming could speak, Diao Deliang had already raised the report, a morbid sense of pleasure on his face.

Under the watchful eyes of the entire office, he ripped the report in half with a "rip".

Paper scraps, like white butterflies, drifted down in front of Liu Ming.

Diao Deliang threw the torn-up report onto Liu Ming's keyboard, pointing his finger at Liu Ming with a victorious air.

"Here, even a single punctuation mark has its rules. Rewrite it!"