Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

Two Jiefang CA10 trucks were parked at the entrance of the Public Security Bureau.

Before the car had even come to a complete stop, the canvas curtain at the back was suddenly ripped open.

"Splash!"

A group of militiamen, dressed in grass-green military overcoats and wearing Lei Feng hats, jumped out of the truck bed like dumplings being dropped into boiling water.

They were all carrying Type 56 semi-automatic rifles.

"Click-clack!"

With a sickening metallic clang, the gleaming triangular bayonet was folded and flung out, securing itself below the muzzle.

Under the headlights, the rows of gleaming bayonets exuded a chilling, murderous aura.

The car door opened.

A pair of suede boots stepped onto the muddy ground covered with ice shards.

The man who came down was a burly man in his fifties, with a square face that was dark red from years of military training.

He is Gao Jianguo, the head of the county's armed forces department.

Nicknamed "Tall Cannon".

Gao Jianguo walked into the courtyard with his hands behind his back, as if inspecting a battlefield.

He first glanced at the mess on the ground, then at the "ice sculptures" that were frozen and curled up in various positions.

"Oh."

Gao Jianguo was delighted.

He walked up behind Zhang Guodong, who was busy directing the arrests, and slapped his old comrade on the shoulder:

"Old Zhang, you're good."

"You've switched to ice sculpture exhibitions while I was gone? This sculpture is quite unique. Is that the Second Grandfather of Wangjiazhuang? Why is he frozen like an old turtle?"

Zhang Guodong turned around and saw Gao Jianguo. The tension that had been building up all night finally eased by half.

"Old Gao, you've finally arrived."

Zhang Guodong wiped the mud off his face and gave a wry smile:

"Stop making sarcastic remarks. These people are insane. They're storming government buildings, stealing guns, and even trying to kill people."

As he spoke, Zhang Guodong glanced subconsciously at Zhao Shanhe, who was smoking in the darkness in the distance, a hint of relief in his eyes, and lowered his voice:

"See that young man over there?"

"If it weren't for his tough methods tonight, which kept the situation under control, this police station would probably have been razed to the ground by these people."

Gao Jianguo glanced at them, his brows furrowing slightly, then looked at the hundreds of villagers, his voice as cold as ice:

"Breaking into key protected targets and seizing weapons—this is outrageous! Take them all back and interrogate them thoroughly."

After saying that, Gao Jianguo waved his hand and his voice was as loud as thunder:

"One, two! What are you all standing there for?!"

"Load it onto the truck!!"

"Don't let them get cold; it'll be a hassle to treat them later. Have some common sense, and hurry up!"

At Gao Jianguo's command, hundreds of militiamen immediately rushed forward.

The cotton-padded coats worn by those villagers had absorbed water and were frozen stiff in the sub-zero temperatures of minus twenty degrees Celsius, making it impossible for their joints to bend.

The militiamen wore thick canvas gloves, completely disregarding whether they were in pain or not.

Two militiamen worked together, one raising his head and the other raising his foot.

"One, two, let's go!"

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

The burly man who had just been leading the riot was thrown heavily into the back of the truck like a frozen piece of pork.

Then came the second, and the third.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

When the second great-grandfather was lifted up, he was still hurling insults at several county leaders in an attempt to intimidate people.

The militia squad leader who was carrying him ignored him completely and simply threw him onto the vehicle like a sack.

The only sounds in the yard were the sounds of heavy objects being moved and the occasional dull thud.

Less than twenty minutes.

The hundreds of people who were just moments ago so arrogant were all crammed into the freight cars.

The courtyard finally quieted down.

All that remained were shards of ice and mottled bloodstains.

"Alright, Lao Zhang, you..."

Gao Jianguo dusted off his hands, about to say something.

Just then.

"Ring ring—!!!"

In the director's office, the red secure telephone suddenly rang urgently.

In the dead of night, it sounded particularly jarring.

Zhang Guodong and Gao Jianguo exchanged a glance.

Both men were seasoned veterans; if they were calling at this hour, it meant their superiors had received word of it.

Zhang Guodong took a deep breath, strode into the office, and grabbed the receiver.

"I am Zhang Guodong."

A dignified and serious voice came from the other end of the phone:

"Comrade Guodong, this is the County Party Committee Office. We just received a report from the public that a large number of people have gathered in front of the Public Security Bureau and that shots have been fired. What exactly happened?"

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhang Guodong stood ramrod straight and spoke in a loud voice:

"Reporting to the leadership! Tonight, hundreds of villagers from Wangjiazhuang, armed with weapons, stormed the police station gate, injuring several officers and attempting to seize police equipment and firearms!"

"The situation is now under control, and all those involved have been detained with the assistance of the armed forces department! Please provide further instructions!"

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

Clearly, the leadership is processing this astonishing information.

A moment later, the authoritative voice rang out again, this time with less doubt and more firmness and approval:

"Storming state organs and seizing firearms are serious crimes!"

"Comrade Guodong, you did the right thing! We must not be lenient with criminals; we must resolutely crack down on them! We must demonstrate the might of the police!"

"We must protect our injured comrades and ensure this case is airtight!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Guodong's eyes welled up with tears.

All the grievances and pressures vanished at this moment.

He snapped to attention, stood at attention, and gave a crisp military salute.

"Yes! We guarantee to complete the mission! We will serve the people!"

hang up the phone.

Standing to the side, Gao Jianguo, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, squinted at the scene and chuckled.

"Okay, Lao Zhang."

Gao Jianguo exhaled a smoke ring:

"I thought you were going to get yelled at. Looks like the higher-ups are still thinking straight."

"That's right."

Zhang Guodong straightened his collar and a smile appeared on his face:

"As long as we are upright, we have nothing to fear, and no one can sway us."

"Let's go see that young man."

yard.

Zhao Shanhe was wrapped in that sheepskin coat, standing in the shadows smoking.

Gao Jianguo strode up to Zhao Shanhe, stopped, and his sharp tiger eyes looked the blood-covered young man up and down.

"Did you spray that water from the tap?"

Gao Jianguo asked a question.

Zhao Shanhe nodded, without putting out his cigarette, and simply replied:

"The weather is dry, let's cool everyone down."

"He's a promising talent."

Gao Jianguo grinned, reached into his pocket, pulled out an unopened pack of "Daqianmen" cigarettes, and threw it directly into Zhao Shanhe's arms.

"Thank you." Zhao Shanhe took the cigarette.

"Don't thank me yet."

Gao Jianguo pointed to the trucks loading behind him, his eyes becoming somewhat meaningful:

"When I passed by the truck bed just now, I glanced at a few seriously injured people."

"That big guy, the bullet hit him right in the thigh, knocking out his fighting ability with one shot, that's ruthless."

"And that kid with the collapsed collarbone, was it broken by a rifle butt? The force was fierce, the position was tricky, and he was defeated in one blow."

At this point, Gao Jianguo took a step closer and stared into Zhao Shanhe's eyes:

"This clean and efficient technique is definitely not something an ordinary street thug could use."

"Young man."

Gao Jianguo's voice was deep and powerful:

"Have you trained before?"

Zhao Shanhe fiddled with the cigarette pack in his hand, looking at Gao Jianguo's rugged face. He neither admitted nor denied it, but simply smiled and casually said:

"I've never really practiced, I just practiced randomly for fun."

"Just practicing blindly?"

Gao Jianguo laughed heartily, clearly not believing it.

To be able to emerge unscathed from such a chaotic siege and precisely disable the enemy's core combat capabilities—if this is just haphazard training, then what's the point of having a reconnaissance company?

But he was also a seasoned veteran, and knew that some things didn't need to be asked in too much detail.

"Okay, whether he's just practicing randomly or he's really good at it, he's got good potential."

"How about it? Interested in coming to work for me? The reconnaissance company is short of a platoon leader, and I think you'd be perfect for the job."

Zhao Shanhe was stunned for a moment.

Before he could speak, Zhang Guodong, who was standing next to him, laughed and walked over to put his arm around Zhao Shanhe's shoulder.

"Hey, hey, Lao Gao, you've gone too far."

"You just helped me settle this, and now you're trying to poach my people?"

Zhang Guodong looked smug:

"Forget about it. Their ambitions lie elsewhere."

"They're aiming for big business, engaging in foreign trade, making money from the Russians, and earning foreign exchange for the country!"

"Earn foreign exchange?"

Upon hearing this, Gao Jianguo's expression changed.

In those days, the country was extremely short of foreign exchange. Anyone who could bring in foreign exchange was a national hero, much more valuable than being a platoon leader.

"Okay."

Gao Jianguo put away his earlier joking tone and solemnly extended his large, calloused hand:

"That's a battle on another front, and it's not easy to fight either. Serving the country is the same no matter where you are."

Zhao Shanhe looked at the hand, put the cigarette in his pocket, and then reached out and gave it a firm squeeze.

"It's all just to make a living," Zhao Shanhe said calmly.

"You're being modest."

Gao Jianguo shook Zhao Shanhe's hand forcefully; the rough touch was a silent acknowledgment between the two tough men.

After letting go, Gao Jianguo turned around, opened the car door, and jumped into the passenger seat.

"Let's go!"

Gao Jianguo poked his head out and waved to the two of them:

"If business is slow, come find me anytime. The gates of the armed forces department are always open for you!"

"Boom!"

The truck started up, kicking up a cloud of black smoke, and disappeared into the snowy night, carrying a full load of "frozen pork".