Courtyard House: From Deputy Division Commander to Civilian, Progressing All the Way

Ding Wei suddenly spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, aiming precisely at Political Commissar Ma's gleaming leather shoes.

"You bastard surnamed Ma, what kind of dog are you! Back when I was fighting the Japanese with bayonets, you were probably hiding in some stinking ditch! You want me to bow down? You'd better shoot me right here today! Do you dare? You don't have the guts! You're afraid those old marshals of the Central Military Commission will skin you alive!" Ding Wei roared hoarsely, like a trapped tiger.

Commissar Ma's face instantly darkened. He stood up abruptly, took out a handkerchief, and disgustedly wiped his leather shoes.

"You won't listen to reason, so you'll have to suffer the consequences! Since you're so stubborn, let's see how long you can stay tough! Someone, bring him some cold water and pour it on him to sober him up!"

Several rebels wearing red armbands grinned maliciously as they picked up two buckets of cold water mixed with ice shards and were about to pour it on Ding Wei.

At this critical moment.

boom!

The heavy, rusty iron door of the air-raid shelter made a teeth-grinding thud as it was kicked inward by some enormous force from the outside, causing the hinge to shatter on the spot.

Immediately afterwards, two cylindrical objects rolled in through the crack in the door.

stab-

A strong, white tear gas instantly filled the narrow interrogation room.

"Who goes there! Cough cough cough..." Commissar Ma was choked by the cough, tears and snot streaming down his face, and he retreated in a panic.

Before the rebels could even reach for their sidearms, three ghostly black figures rushed in through the smoke.

boom! boom! boom!

The dull thud of the rifle butts striking the ground was accompanied by the cracking sound of bones breaking. The three rebels didn't even have time to scream before they collapsed to the ground, instantly losing their fighting ability.

The smoke gradually dissipated.

He Yuzhu, dressed in a black training uniform without any markings and with his face covered in paint, stood imposingly before Political Commissar Ma, like a god of war from hell.

The muzzle of the Type 56 submachine gun in his hand was pressed directly against Political Commissar Ma's forehead. The cold metallic touch made Political Commissar Ma tremble as if he had been electrocuted.

"You...which unit are you from? Do you even know who I am! I'm from the Military Region Revolutionary Committee..."

"Shut your stinking mouth." He Yuzhu's voice was cold and devoid of any warmth.

With a flick of his left hand, he slapped the top-secret official document bearing the bright red seal of the Central Special Committee hard across Commissar Ma's face.

"Open your dog eyes and see clearly! This is a case handled by the Central Special Committee! Ding Wei is suspected of leaking top-level national nuclear secrets. We have been ordered to escort the suspect to Beijing for isolation and investigation! Anyone who dares to obstruct us will be executed on the spot for treason!"

Political Commissar Ma struggled to remove the official letter from his face. When he saw the seal representing the nation's highest military industrial authority, and the shocking words "Nuclear Secret" on it, he felt his vision go black and his legs went completely limp.

He's a political opportunist, and he knows better than anyone where the red lines in politics lie.

If it were just the Central Military Commission demanding personnel, he could use the pretext of a "mass movement" to stall and delay. But once "nuclear secrets" are involved, it becomes an absolute political taboo. Anyone who touches it will die! This is a hot potato that even the powerful figures behind him would absolutely not dare to touch.

"This...this must be a misunderstanding...how could Commander Ding be involved with nuclear secrets..." Political Commissar Ma stammered, trying to explain.

Click.

He Yuzhu pulled the bolt of the submachine gun directly, and the sound of the bullet being chambered was extremely crisp in the air-raid shelter.

"I'll count to three. If you don't release him, I'll shoot you right now and say you attempted to kill me to cover it up and destroy evidence." He Yuzhu's murderous eyes were fixed on him.

"Release them! Release them immediately!" Political Commissar Ma screamed, his voice cracking.

Several special forces soldiers immediately stepped forward and used their military knives to cut the ropes binding Ding Wei.

Although Ding Wei was weak, his mind was unusually clear. He coldly stared at the suddenly appearing "mysterious force" without immediately getting up. Having spent his life in the military, what kind of conspiracies and tricks hadn't he seen? He suspected this was yet another elaborate scheme orchestrated by Political Commissar Ma.

Seeing this, He Yuzhu stepped forward without saying a word, pulled out a blued, worn Browning pistol with the marks of time from his waist, and handed it to Ding Wei with both hands.

The moment Ding Wei saw the pistol, his pupils contracted sharply.

That's Li Yunlong's sidearm! Back in the Jin-Sui region, Li Yunlong showed off this gun to him countless times!

Ding Wei's eyes instantly reddened. He grabbed the pistol, feeling its familiar weight, and tilted his head back to exhale a long breath.

"Good lad, did your commander send you?" Ding Wei's voice trembled slightly.

He Yuzhu stood at attention and gave a crisp military salute: "Reporting, sir, the passage is clear, and the special plane is waiting for you. We're here to take you home!"

"Let's go!" Ding Wei gritted his teeth and stood up. As he passed Political Commissar Ma, he suddenly stopped and looked at the clown as if he were looking at a corpse.

"You surnamed Ma, your head is on your neck for now. I'll settle this score with you when I get back."

A dozen minutes later, three unmarked military jeeps, under the cover of night and snow, drove directly into the Shenyang military airport.

A Y-8 transport plane roared into the sky and flew towards the northwest.

A few days later. Jinshuitan, Qinghai, the 211 nuclear weapons base.

When Ding Wei, in a wheelchair, was pushed into this massive nuclear industrial city hidden beneath the vast Gobi Desert, resembling an underground fortress, the experienced veteran commander was utterly shocked.

Inside the massive underground air-raid shelter, a complex network of pipes, like blood vessels, stretched out as researchers in white lab coats hurried about. While the outside world was in complete chaos, this place maintained a chilling order and strict discipline. Every few dozen meters, a pair of heavily armed guards stood watch.

Tian Yu, dressed in a neat white military doctor's coat, quickly approached with several nurses.

"Brother Ding, you've suffered. Yangzi instructed on the phone that the best medicine must be used to save your leg," Tian Yu said softly as she checked Ding Wei's injuries.

Looking at the massive national heavy equipment base before him, and then at Tian Yu, who was gentle yet exuded the determination of a military family member, Ding Wei couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

"Sister-in-law, I, Ding Wei, have never admired anyone in my life. But this kid, Lin Yang, I admire him completely. His grand strategy is incredibly sophisticated. Not only did he create a national treasure, but he also carved out a safe haven for us old folks amidst this storm. With him around, the sky won't fall!"

Time always seems to fly by in this crazy age.