A whirlwind marriage with a high-ranking official: Lights out, don't force me to take the initi

Inside the command tent, a dim lantern shone, its light barely enough to illuminate the map in the center.

Several staff officers stood around, their cigarette butts glowing in the darkness.

"Report! Ding Jiahe, the medic of the 2nd detachment, is reporting for duty."

The instructor stood in front of the table, holding red and blue pencils in his hand. Hearing footsteps, he looked up.

"Come in."

She walked over and stopped.

The instructor didn't beat around the bush and went straight to the point:

"The higher command has decided to form a guerrilla unit to infiltrate behind enemy lines."

He pointed to several marked points on the map, his voice low but each word clear:

"It's not about holding high ground; it's about mobile warfare. There are no fixed camps, no rear supply lines; we fight wherever we go. It could take three days, three weeks, or... longer."

Ding Jiahe's gaze fell on the map, and she remained silent.

The instructor paused, then looked up at her:

"This kind of unit can only be assigned one medic. There are no assistants, no equipment, and one person has to handle everything. They have to be proficient in treating external injuries, infections, and first aid."

"You have to be able to follow the troops over mountains and valleys, and engage in continuous combat and high-intensity marches. You have to be able to snatch people's lives back from the jaws of death without any equipment."

"This requires our best military doctors to step up."

He tossed the pencil onto the table and looked at her:

"I've called on you, this person."

The tent was quiet for a few seconds.

Ding Jiahe met his eyes without hesitation:

"Ding Jiahe, the medic of the 2nd detachment, guarantees the mission's success!"

She raised her hand in salute, her gaze steady and unwavering.

"I knew you'd say that."

He picked up a document from the table and handed it to her:

"This is the mission briefing. We'll depart in one hour. Equipment is in the logistics tent; go and collect it yourself. Bring double the amount of medical supplies—take as much as you can."

Ding Jiahe took the document, clutched it in her hand, and turned to leave.

Ding Jiahe.

She stopped.

The instructor looked at her and remained silent for a few seconds.

In the end, he simply said:

"Come back alive."

Ding Jiahe did not turn around.

He simply hummed in agreement, lifted the tent flap, and went outside.

The lights were dim inside the logistics tent.

The backpack was ready, laid out open on the ground. First-aid kit, bandages, hemostats, morphine, sulfanilamide powder... everything was neatly arranged.

Ding Jiahe squatted down and began to examine.

Sulfonamides, enough. Morphine, enough. Hemostats, two. Scalpels, three. Bandages, six rolls.

She touched each item one by one, silently counting them in her mind.

At the end of the examination, her hand stopped beside the pillow.

There, a stack of photos lay on the ground. She stared at them for two seconds, stunned.

Then he reached out and picked up all the photos, one by one, and stuffed them into the pocket of his underwear.

In the past, she would only carry with her the photo of her and Wang Hao.

But today, she herself didn't know why she did it.

I just felt I should bring it.

What if... he/she can't come back?

She zipped up her backpack, stood up, lifted the curtain, and stepped into the night, taking one last look at the communications tent in the distance.

It's a pity that there wasn't time to call Ye Wenxi again to let her know she was safe.

I long to hear Wang Hao's voice again.

Under the same moonlit sky, thousands of kilometers away in his training dormitory, Wang Hao seemed to hear a call.

He suddenly opened his eyes, turned his head, and looked towards the distant south.

It was as if his gaze could penetrate thousands of kilometers, pass through mountains and rivers, pass through the darkness, pass through all obstacles, and land on her.

He didn't go back to sleep. Instead, he got up, dressed, and went to his desk.

Sit down, spread out the paper, and pick up the pen.

I did something I had been waiting and hesitating about.

He couldn't wait any longer.

He picked up his pen and put it on the paper.

He wrote a few words, stroke by stroke.

"Request for Transfer to Yunnan to Participate in the War"

He decided to head south. Even if the chances were slim, he was determined to try and find her himself.

Wang Hao finished writing the report in the morning, but it was still dark outside and dawn had not yet broken.

He left his dormitory and went to Lu Weidong's residence.

"Report! Company Commander Wang Hao!"

"Come in."

"What's wrong? Why are you here at this time?" Lu Weidong asked, somewhat puzzled.

Wang Hao didn't say anything, but handed over the paper.

Lu Weidong took it, unfolded it, and frowned.

"Wang Hao, this is an exercise, and no one is allowed to interrupt the mission."

"Chief of Staff, I understand."

"Therefore, I requested to depart as soon as the exercise ends."

"Wang Hao..." Lu Weidong wanted to say something more.

"Chief of Staff, I know the chances are slim... but..."

Wang Hao paused, then looked up and met his eyes:

"You should be able to understand me."

His expression revealed a heaviness that was completely opposite to his usual cheerful and playful demeanor.

That young and handsome face was now filled with unwavering determination.

"I can't make a promise to you right now." Lu Weidong put down the paper and looked at him.

"Let's finish the exercise first."

Lu Weidong's answer seemed somewhat cold and unsympathetic.

Wang Hao did not argue; he understood.

Deploying troops to the front lines requires coordination between both sides. Yunnan has its own needs and established procedures, and other military regions cannot recruit troops without a legitimate reason.

He cannot apply unilaterally; his submission of this report is against the rules and procedures.

But he really had no other choice.

"Yes!" Wang Hao stood at attention, saluted, and turned to walk out of the tent.

Lu Weidong held the paper in his hand, remained silent for a long time, and then sighed.

He glanced in the direction Wang Hao had gone.

I picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"Hello, this is Lu Weidong."

"I asked you about the recruitment drive to the north last time, is there still a chance?"

.......

At exactly six o'clock in the morning, the kerosene lamps in the command post were lit up simultaneously.

"Attention all units, the exercise has officially begun!"

Radio waves pierced the silence of the snowfield, and almost simultaneously, all combat units scattered across the front line for tens of kilometers were activated.

Without any warm-up or testing, it was like a precisely meshed war machine, propelled directly from a standstill to full speed.

On the radar screens of both the red and blue sides, dots of light began to intertwine, commands echoed in the communication channels, and deep and shallow ruts were carved into the snow by the tracks and military boots.

This is a contest that neither side will stop.

We will not withdraw until the objective is achieved and we are deemed "annihilated".

Red Team Position.

Su Feng led his special operations team and silently sneaked into a snow-covered forest.

The vice-captain exclaimed excitedly, "Captain, attack the supply line! It's their lifeline!"

Su Feng didn't move. He squatted in the snow, staring at the map, and remained silent for a few seconds.

"Don't cut off supply lines," he said.

His finger landed on an inconspicuous spot: the communication relay station between the Blue Force's forward command post and its main force.

"Cut this off, and their command will be cut off. They'll be blind, we can slowly clean up the mess."

Half an hour later, twelve figures slid off the helicopter and disappeared into the depths of the snowy forest.

Blue Team Command Post.

Lu Weidong stared at the sand table, his brows furrowed.

"Where is the Red Team's special forces?"

"Last report was made east of Battlefield No. 3, after which contact was lost."

Lu Weidong didn't speak. He stared at the points on the map, his mind racing.

Where will Su Feng strike?

A supply line? No way. It's too obvious.

His gaze fell on the communications relay station.

He will hit here.

"Order the forward sentries," Lu Weidong said in a deep voice, "to conduct a thorough investigation of the area surrounding the communication lines, and report any abnormalities immediately."

noon.

The Red Team's special forces surrounded the Blue Team's communications relay station. Su Feng gave a hand signal, and all twelve men rushed in simultaneously.

The gunshots lasted only three minutes.

All communication equipment was destroyed, and the Blue Force's forward command post was completely cut off from the main force.

But the moment the explosion rang out, the Blue Team's reserve force flanked them from three directions.

Su Feng was stunned for a moment, then a smile suddenly appeared on his lips.

"Lu Weidong, you're fast enough."

With a wave of his hand, the special operations team quickly withdrew and disappeared into the snowy forest.

The exercise continued across the snow-covered plains.

The red and blue forces were like two giant pythons, strangling, probing, maneuvering, and counterattacking along the long battlefront.

The exercise lasted for seven days.

Ultimately, the Blue Army, led by Lu Weidong, successfully wiped out the last remnants of the Red Army, achieving victory.

On the afternoon of the day the exercise ended, Lu Weidong stood at the entrance of the command center.

Footsteps sounded behind me.

"Not bad, I finally let you win this time."

Su Feng walked to his side, stopped, and looked at the troops gathering in the distance.

He offered Lu Weidong a cigarette, but Lu waved it off.

"Didn't you win too?"

"Oh... The commander told you all that?"

Su Feng's lips curled into a smile, but his gaze remained fixed on the distance, ignoring him.

Lu Weidong didn't speak, he just looked at him.

Su Feng knew that the "win" Lu Weidong was referring to had nothing to do with the exercise or the battlefield.

It was that tug-of-war.

He finally broke free from the rope.

Su Feng's father was under investigation, and the conclusions have been officially reported to the military region.

Su Feng's past achievements, appointments, and promotions were all conducted openly and transparently, and had nothing to do with Su Changqing.