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

The night was as dark as ink, yet it was torn apart by countless dazzling searchlights on the distant sea.

Inside the "Dragon's Lair" command center, the red dedicated phone, representing the highest emergency channel, suddenly emitted a rapid and muffled vibration.

"Report! Commander-in-Chief!"

A communications officer, drenched in sweat, rushed over, clutching a newly translated top-secret telegram in his hand. His voice was shrill with excitement.

"The enemy's command has sent a top-secret telegram seeking peace! They request... request an immediate ceasefire! And they are willing to engage in 'unconditional' consultations regarding the maritime dispute!"

Upon hearing this, the dozens of generals in the hall who had been holding their breath instantly froze in place, as if struck by lightning.

So you're backing down already?

Those are two nuclear-powered aircraft carrier battle groups! Those are symbols of hegemony that have dominated the oceans for half a century!

Liu Ming sat in the dark conductor's chair, still holding the half-chipped enamel mug in his hand. He blew on the floating leaves on the water, took a slow sip, and didn't even lift his eyelids.

"Unconditional negotiations?"

Liu Ming sneered, her laughter filled with disdain. "When Smith was calling me a 'blind baby' on the channel, why didn't he talk about negotiations? Now that the radar's off and the cannon's pointed at your head, he suddenly wants to negotiate?"

He put down his teacup, his gaze sharp as a knife, aimed directly at the communications officer.

"Call them back. Kyushu doesn't accept 'negotiations,' only 'ultimatums.'"

"First, immediately hand over the fleet commander Smith who provoked our waters. According to international maritime law and Kyushu law, he is suspected of deliberately provoking war crimes and endangering public safety. We must send him to the International Court of Justice for a public trial."

"Second, all ships that have intruded into our red line must lower their flags, unload their ammunition, and shut down their engines. They must be towed to designated berths by our side, and none of them shall leave until the compensation is paid."

"third……"

Liu Ming stood up, walked to the holographic map, pointed to the red line he had drawn himself, and spoke with a tone as heavy as a thousand pounds.

"...We must fight for every inch of the sea. For every inch they retreat, we will advance a foot. We will establish permanent defensive bases in that area. This time, we will make this sea truly belong to 'Kyushu'!"

"this……"

The staff officer was stunned. Not only him, but also the old generals next to him were shocked and broke out in a cold sweat.

These conditions are too harsh.

This is hardly a peace agreement! It's even more humiliating than those unequal treaties from a century ago... a humiliating surrender!

"Old Liu, is it possible for them to agree?"

A lieutenant general asked cautiously, "After all, if they're pushed too far, what if they really resort to a fight to the death..."

"They don't have the guts."

Liu Ming turned her head, her eyes burning with an almost manic domineering aura.

"The fish may die, but the net will never break. They can't even turn on their radar now, so what can they use to fight me to the death? With their mouths?"

"Go send the message. Tell them I'm only giving them thirty minutes. If I don't see Smith raising a white flag on deck in thirty minutes, the Dongfeng Express will arrive on time."

……

half an hour.

For Smith and those high-ranking politicians from enemy countries, those half-hours were the darkest moment of their lives.

Ultimately, under the devastating threat of force, and faced with a terrifying adversary capable of unleashing divine punishment directly from outer space, they chose the most humiliating, yet most rational, path.

Five o'clock in the morning.

As the first rays of dawn ripple across the sea.

The world witnessed this extremely shocking and extremely comical scene via satellite broadcast.

On the once invincible USS Enterprise aircraft carrier, the Stars and Stripes flag, a symbol of hegemony, was slowly lowered.

General Smith, once an invincible general, now stood with his head down, holding a white flag in both hands, and was escorted by Kyushu special forces, looking utterly dejected as he boarded Kyushu's pilot ship.

that moment.

The world is silent, but the land of China is in an uproar!

Subsequently, in the administrative building of Ningzhou Port, an agreement known as the "Memorandum of Understanding on Order in the Kyushu Seas" was officially signed.

The other party not only paid an astronomical sum in "maintenance fees," but was also forced to acknowledge Kyushu's absolute jurisdiction over the surrounding waters.

All nations come to pay homage.

The heads of state of those small countries who had once wavered between the two great powers are now waiting anxiously outside the city's red walls, clutching the heavy gifts they are prepared to offer, hoping to catch a glimpse of "Mr. Liu".

……

Ningzhou, Nanshan Martyrs' Cemetery.

The wind gently blows through the green pines covering the mountains, creating a rustling echo.

Liu Ming changed into a neat black Zhongshan suit. He did not bring any guards, nor did he bring his female companions who were partying all over the city.

Alone, carrying a bottle of ordinary liquor and a bag of spiced peanuts that his father loved most, he slowly walked up the high stone steps.

Deep within the cemetery, the white marble tombstone gleamed exceptionally white in the morning light. Inscribed upon it were: The Tomb of Liu Jianguo.

Liu Ming walked over and sat down on the ground in front of the cold tombstone.

He neither cried nor laughed. He simply unscrewed the bottle of wine skillfully, first spilling it in a circle on the ground in front of the tombstone, and then poured himself a small glass.

"Father, I'm back."

Looking at her father's gentle smiling face in the photo, Liu Ming's voice was hoarse, yet it conveyed an unprecedented sense of ease.

"Over the years, you've probably heard some commotion over there. It's been quite a big commotion, but I hope it hasn't embarrassed you?"

He picked up a peanut and popped it into his mouth, making a crisp crunch.

"That old fox Luo Binwang, I made him go down and kowtow to you. And those bloodsuckers from the Zhao family, I made them lose everything."

Liu Ming tilted his head back and took a sip of wine. The spicy liquid went down his throat and burned his chest.

"I didn't understand before why you were so stubborn, risking your life for a piece of paper and tens of thousands of miners you didn't even know. I thought you were foolish."

He reached out and gently stroked his father's name on the tombstone.

"But now, I understand."

"The land of this nine provinces must be protected by someone, and the wronged souls in the underworld must be stood up for by someone."

Liu Ming's gaze gradually deepened, as if piercing through time and space, seeing that figure from years ago, writing furiously in the rainy night.

"Just now, those foreign devils who used to hold us by the throat signed their papers on their knees in Ningzhou Port. Their commander is being sent to the dock. Our path is now wide and boundless, and our flag has been planted on Mars."

"Father, look, your son has protected this peaceful and prosperous world for you."

The wind seemed to have picked up, ruffling Liu Ming's graying temples.

In this silent martyrs' cemetery, it seems as if countless voices are responding in unison.

Those were the miners from back then, those were comrades who died on the border, those were countless silent souls who sacrificed themselves for this land.

"Liu Ming, it's dawn."

A soft voice came from behind her. She was wearing a white dress and holding a bouquet of white lilies in her arms, standing quietly on the tree-lined path.

Behind her were Nangong Yao, Lin Xiaoxiao, the former county magistrate Wen Boyan, the bureau chief Lei Tie... all the old comrades who had accompanied him all the way.

They didn't approach to disturb him; they simply stood at a distance, quietly keeping the great hero company and sharing this final moment of peace.

Liu Ming stood up, patted the dust off his trousers, and took one last look at his father in the photo.

"I'm leaving, Father."

"Next time it's Qingming Festival, I'll bring your grandson along. That kid's very mischievous; he keeps insisting on performing a stunt for you in a J-20."

Liu Ming turned around and strode towards his family and comrades who were waiting for him.

The morning sun was shining brightly, its golden rays bathing the earth and making the names on the tombstones sparkle.

In this hopeful dawn, Liu Ming straightened her back, her eyes sparkling with unprecedented confidence.

"Let's go home."

He waved to the crowd, a bright smile playing on his lips.

"This game of chess is over. Now it's our turn to be the main characters in the next big show."

The laughter of the crowd echoed through the cemetery.

The descendants of the dragon will eventually soar above the nine heavens.

"Father, those who harmed you are in hell now, you can rest in peace."