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

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Lin Yang's pupils contracted sharply, and his aura instantly turned icy cold.

Kong Jie? The powerful commander of the Northwest Military Region? Detained in Beijing?!

"Tell me slowly. Who did it?" Lin Yang stood up, walked over to the guard named Xiao Li, grabbed his swaying body, and pressed him down onto the sofa.

Xiao Li's lips were pale, and his voice was trembling due to blood loss and extreme exhaustion.

"Minister Lin... Commander Kong came to Beijing secretly this time."

The Xinjiang Production and Construction Corps is about to begin a large-scale autumn harvest, while Russians are gathering on the border to the north.

Our independent armored division is facing a severe shortage of winter uniforms and tank spare parts. To avoid alerting the main force, Commander Kong took only me with him, secretly traveling to Beijing on a coal train, intending to directly request supplies from the Central Military Commission's Logistics Department.

Xiao Li swallowed a mouthful of bloody saliva, his eyes filled with anger and humiliation.

"This morning, we had just checked into the First Guesthouse next to Xizhimen Railway Station when suddenly dozens of people wearing red armbands rushed in. They were carrying steel pipes, and the leaders were carrying pistols."

"Which part are they from?" Lin Yang asked in a deep voice.

"The leader claimed to be the director of the Municipal Revolutionary Committee's Security Division One, named Wang Dapao. He said he had received reports from the public that some people from the Northwest Military Region were engaging in 'recruiting defectors' and resisting the central government's 'Up to the Mountains and Down to the Countryside' policy."

Upon hearing this, Lin Yang's expression froze instantly.

To recruit defectors and traitors? To resist the "Up to the Mountains and Down to the Countryside" movement?

They're after Lin Yang!

Two years ago, he sent his son Lin Weidong and nephew Lin Jianguo to the Xinjiang Production and Construction Corps, and it was Kong Jie who personally sent people to receive them. Although this matter was done discreetly and in accordance with regulations, it must have left traces.

Those radical figures in Beijing who had been lurking in the shadows, seeing Lin Yang's soaring prestige, knew they couldn't touch him, nor could they touch the nuclear weapons base in the Northwest. Therefore, they set their sights on Kong Jie!

By simply labeling Kong Jie as "sabotaging the Down to the Countryside Movement and harboring children of capitalist roaders," not only can a crucial link in the Northwest Military Region's iron triangle be removed, but this can also serve as an excuse to shift the blame back onto Lin Yang.

"Why didn't Commander Kong fire?" He Yuzhu asked anxiously, stamping his feet.

Xiao Li lowered his head in anguish: "Commander Kong drew his gun. But he saw hundreds of students and workers outside who didn't know the truth. The commander said that he was a soldier, and his gun could only be pointed at the enemy, and he absolutely could not fire on the common people in the capital. He voluntarily put down his gun and told me to risk my life to rush out and tell you the news. He said that in Beijing, only you can save him."

Lin Yang took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently.

What a fine example of Kong Jie! What a tough soldier! He would rather suffer humiliation himself than cause bloodshed in the capital and give people the impression that the army was "suppressing the masses."

But these rebels are really tired of living!

"Xiao Li, you've worked hard. Zhu Zi, take him to the department's infirmary and have the most reliable doctor treat his wound. Don't leave his side for even a moment," Lin Yang ordered.

"Yes!" He Yuzhu helped Xiao Li up and quickly walked out of the office.

Lin Yang turned around and walked to his desk, picked up the red secure phone, and skillfully dialed a top-secret number.

"Connect to Yuquanshan, Building 2, Class A. Look for Li Yunlong!"

The phone rang a few times before being answered.

"Old Li, this is Lin Yang. Bring your men to the Ministry of Heavy Industry immediately. Bring real weapons." Lin Yang's voice was flat, but those who knew him well knew that this was a prelude to his murderous intent.

On the other end of the phone, Li Yunlong was clearly taken aback for a moment, then lowered his voice: "Yangzi, what happened? I just returned to Beijing for a work report and got a scolding from the boss. What trouble have you gotten yourself into now?"

"Kong Jie was detained by the Municipal Revolutionary Committee in Xizhimen. The charge is that he protected my son Wei Dong," Lin Yang briefly explained the situation.

Clap!

The sound of a teacup shattering came from the other end of the phone.

Immediately following was Li Yunlong's roar, powerful enough to lift a roof: "Damn it! They've got some nerve! Daring to mess with me! Yangzi, you wait, I'm going to wipe out the guard battalion right now. We'll meet at the Ministry of Heavy Industry compound in ten minutes!"

Twenty minutes later.

Two Beijing jeeps bearing top-secret license plates from the Central Military Commission drove one after the other into the compound of the Ministry of Heavy Industry. The brake pads screeched as they rubbed together.

Li Yunlong, dressed in an old military uniform without rank insignia and with his top button undone, jumped off the vehicle with a menacing air, carrying a Type 56 assault rifle loaded with bullets.

Lin Yang had already put on his dark gray woolen overcoat and was standing on the steps in front of the building. Chen Feng, leading twenty carefully selected special operations team members, stood in formation behind him, dressed in uniform black training clothes and fully armed.

"Yangzi!" Li Yunlong strode up the steps, his eyes bloodshot as if he wanted to devour someone. "Where is Lao Kong now? I'm going to smash that Revolutionary Committee to the ground today!"

Lin Yang looked coldly at Li Yunlong and reached out to press down the muzzle of the gun in his hand.

"Old Li, calm down. You are now the highest commander of the southeast defense line. Your actions of leading troops to openly storm a municipal unit on the main street of Beijing are too serious. Not only will you not be able to save Old Kong, but you will also get yourself into trouble."

"Then what do you suggest we do! Just let those bastards torment Old Kong? Old Kong has a temper, he'd rather break than bend, what if..." Li Yunlong gritted his teeth in anxiety.

"If we can't make a big show of it, then let's take a decapitation strike." Lin Yang's gaze was like two cold knives, fixed on the direction of Xizhimen.

He turned to Chen Feng and asked, "Have you found out the exact location where Commander Kong is being held?"

Chen Feng immediately took out a hand-drawn sketch: "It's been found out. They didn't dare take Commander Kong back to the Revolutionary Committee headquarters, but secretly escorted him to an abandoned flour mill outside Xizhimen. Wang Dapao turned it into a black jail, specifically used to detain and interrogate the tough guys they captured. There are about thirty rebels wearing red armbands guarding the perimeter."

"Okay." Lin Yang nodded.

He turned to Li Yunlong: "Old Li, you lead the way. Chen Feng, have all your men change into civilian clothes, and hide their weapons in their overcoats. Remember, we're not going to suppress the masses today; we're going to arrest spies suspected of sabotaging national defense. If they dare to resist, subdue them on the spot. Anyone who dares to draw a gun, shoot them dead!"

"Understood!" Chen Feng stood at attention and saluted.

As night fell, thick, dark clouds gathered over Beijing.

Before long, a cold spring rain poured down. The rain washed over the large posters on the street, making a splashing sound.

An abandoned flour mill outside Xizhimen.

The place was remote, surrounded by dilapidated warehouses. At the gate, two rebels wearing red armbands were huddled in the guardhouse, smoking cheap cigarettes and wearing raincoats.

"Director Wang caught a big fish today. I heard it's the commander of a major military region?" a rebel said in a low voice.

"Who cares what kind of commander he is? In our black cell, dragons have to coil up and tigers have to lie low. Director Wang said that as long as this old guy lets his mouth open and admits that the Northwest Military Region is running an independent kingdom, we'll have done a tremendous service!" Another man said smugly, exhaling a smoke ring.

Just then.

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