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They realized that the history of this unit was much longer and heavier than they had imagined.

The screen jumps again.

A high ground code-named "431".

The camera was shaking violently, accompanied by the deafening sound of artillery fire and machine gun fire.

The US military planes were like circling vultures, dropping one napalm bomb after another.

The earth was burning and the position turned into a sea of ​​fire.

The charge sounded shrilly.

A group of ragged soldiers jumped out of the scorched earth, holding bayonets, and rushed towards the enemy that outnumbered them several times.

A young soldier was hit by a bullet and fell to the ground. He did not wail, but struggled, using his last breath to pull the grenade in his arms and rolled towards the enemy's machine gun position.

"102nd Regiment, Political Commissar Liu Qinghua, requesting artillery fire to cover our regiment's positions! Fire at me!"

A hoarse, desperate yet extremely determined voice came from the film, knocking on everyone's heart.

The screen went black, with only subtitles appearing.

During the Battle of Chosin Reservoir, the 20nd Regiment of the 102th Army stopped the US Marine 431st Division on Hill 2800. The regiment, consisting of men, fought to the last man and held the position. This laid the foundation for victory on the entire Eastern Front.

There was dead silence in the conference room.

Cold sweat broke out on Qi Tongwei's forehead. He didn't dare to look at Zhou Shoujing and could only stare at the screen.

For the first time, he felt that the opponent he was facing was not one that could be dealt with by power and connections.

These are a group of lunatics who crawled out of a sea of ​​blood and corpses, and a group of steel military souls forged by faith and sacrifice.

The picture changed again.

This time, it was a mountain covered with snow.

There was strong wind and snow, and visibility was extremely low.

The narrator introduced in a restrained tone: In order to cut off the U.S. Army's retreat, a unit of the 20th Army, with light infantry, challenged the U.S. Army's mechanized forces and marched kilometers in the severe cold of minus degrees Celsius.

In the camera, the soldiers were wearing thin winter clothes and trudging through the snow that was over their knees, one step deep and one step shallow.

Their lips were frozen purple, and frost hung on their eyebrows and eyelashes.

"They outran the American military's wheels."

When they finally arrived at the preset position and successfully cut off the enemy's retreat, the camera slowly swept across the snow.

Hundreds of soldiers, maintaining battle formation, lay down in the snow.

Some of them held rifles and aimed forward; some held grenades high, as if ready to throw them at any time.

But they didn't move.

All of them were frozen into ice sculptures, and in the snow and wind, they turned into eternal monuments.

The picture freezes on the face of a young soldier, his eyes still wide open, looking towards the direction of his motherland.

Li Dakang could no longer control himself and cursed under his breath.

His eyes were red because of a huge, indescribable shock and heartache.

This is the story behind the flag, and this is the origin of the army that frightened the entire Handong officialdom.

Sha Ruijin closed his eyes tightly, he didn't dare to look any further.

Every frame in the picture was like a loud slap in the face.

Under his rule, Handong was a place of peace and prosperity, with lights and feasting, but the ancestors who created all this peace paid for it with their lives in such a desperate situation.

And now, their commander was attacked and disappeared in this peaceful land.

What an irony!

What a sin!

The film continues, with scenes of blood and fire, and tests of life and death.

From the Korean battlefield, to the southwestern frontier, to various disaster relief operations...

The flag of the 20th Group Army will always be planted in the most dangerous and difficult places.

The narrator's voice became passionate: "This unit sacrificed the lives of 37,421 officers and soldiers for the establishment and protection of the Republic. Their legend was forged in blood. Their spirit is passed down from generation to generation."

The picture gradually fades out, and the black and white historical film slowly transitions to a high-definition color picture.

A group of younger soldiers, wearing new digital camouflage, stood in front of a huge stone engraved with the word "boundary marker" and sang military songs loudly.

Their singing voices are loud and full of vigor, but their eyes hold the same light as those of their predecessors decades ago.

When the song ended, the screen went completely dark.

The lights in the conference room came on, making it difficult for everyone to open their eyes.

Zhou Shoujing slowly stood up, his figure casting a huge shadow under the light, covering the entire conference table.

His eyes swept over Sha Ruijin, Li Dakang, Ji Changming, Qi Tongwei one by one...

Everyone he saw subconsciously avoided his sight.

"Now, what I want to say is that six soldiers are missing in Handong. The commander came to Handong to find the soldiers of the 20th Army!"

"20th Army, don't leave any soldier behind!"

Chapter 15: Defending the Capital and the Country

"My 20th Army."

"This army is qualified to crush any enemy who dares to challenge the Republic. Of course, it is also qualified to crush every maggot hiding under this land!"

"I don't care who's behind you, what kind of connections you have, or how big your conflicts of interest are."

"The peace our martyrs sacrificed their lives for is not for you corrupt officials to exploit the people and enrich yourselves!"

His voice suddenly rose, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, piercing people's hearts.

"The blood of the martyrs must not be shed in vain!"

"The souls of those who sacrificed their lives are watching you from heaven!"

The conference room was deathly silent.

Zhou Shoujing's words fell, but the cold murderous aura was a solidified entity, weighing heavily on the shoulders of every senior official in Handong Province, penetrating into their bones, and making them feel chills from the bottom of their hearts.

Sha Ruijin's Adam's apple rolled with difficulty.

He didn't speak, and couldn't speak.

What could he say?

refute?

question?

Is it possible to use the authority of the provincial party secretary to confront a military unit that has just declared its sacredness through a history of blood and fire?

He is not a fool.

He just sat quietly, his fingers unconsciously rubbing across the smooth surface of the conference table.

The cold touch was exactly the same as his mood at the moment.

The ice and snow in the film have penetrated the screen and frozen all the power and dignity in the room.

He finally understood.

I understood why he trusted Zhao Yuanchao so much and why he so easily handed over the military and political power of Handong to the 20th Army.

Because this unit is not an ordinary unit at all.

It is a flag, a totem, and a sacred object nurtured by the Republic with countless lives.

In the minds of ordinary people, the credibility of this force is much higher and cleaner than that of the provincial party committee leaders who appear on TV every day.

An unprecedented fear seized him.

This is not a fear of Zhou Shoujing's personal deterrence, but a fear of the public support represented by this army.

What are these local officials like in the eyes of the common people?

Is he a good official who builds bridges and roads?

Or are they the fat and bloated politicians at the dinner table?

They know what's going on.

Once the 20th Army turns its attention to Handong’s internal problems, which side will the people stand on?

The answer is self-evident.

By then, they will have no power to fight back.

Any resistance will be drowned in the people's spit and labeled as "enemy of the heroes", and will be doomed.

Gao Yuliang, who was sitting next to him, narrowed his eyes slightly behind his glasses, hiding all his emotions.

He pushed his glasses up seemingly calmly, but his hands under the table were clenched into a fist.

He thought more deeply.

Zhou Shoujing's words and this video are not just a threat, but also a political declaration.

It declared that the old rules of the game in Handong officialdom were completely invalid at this moment.

In the past, they could rely on factions, connections, and exchanges of interests to solve problems and settle troubles.

But now, a "barbarian" who doesn't follow the rules has arrived.

This "barbarian" holds the sharpest knife in his hand and occupies the moral high ground.

He can chop anyone, and no one can question the legitimacy of his chopping.

This is the most terrible.

Gao Yuliang felt powerless, like a calculating chess player who suddenly found his opponent flipping the chessboard and pointing at his nose, saying, "From now on, I am the rule."