Hou Liangping arrested a hawkish general, and his father-in-law panicked

Li Dakang's face looked the ugliest, turning pale and blue.

His breathing was heavy, his chest heaving.

He knows better than anyone how many problems Jingzhou has.

Ding Yizhen, who was involved in the Guangming Peak project, is still missing.

The equity dispute of Dafeng Factory is still a mess.

These problems were like pustules that he carefully maintained and did not dare to burst easily.

But now, the 20th Army has arrived.

They are not here to discuss squeezing the abscess with you, they are here with a scalpel, ready to cut out all the rotten flesh!

Moreover, the incident involving Army Commander Zhao Yuanchao happened in Handong!

Handong is darker than Jingzhou, the water there is deeper, and the intricate forces are far beyond imagination.

Once the investigation begins, how many people will be implicated from Handong to Jingzhou, and then to the entire Handong?

Can Li Dakang get away with it cleanly?

Will his ex-wife Ouyang Jing, who is still in the United States, also be dug up?

The cold air rushed from the soles of the feet straight to the top of the head.

He found that he couldn't think of any way to deal with it.

All the political tactics and economic cards seem so ridiculous and pale in front of this military spirit forged with ice sculptures and blood.

He couldn't help but glance at Sha Ruijin.

The provincial party secretary who was parachuted in just pursed his lips and said nothing at this moment.

Li Dakang felt an inexplicable resentment in his heart.

You, Sha Ruijin, were sent here to represent the will of the people.

But is this the way you support your work?

Just send an army to take over your territory and rub your face in the ground?

This is not support at all, this is clearly a warning!

It is a warning to the entire Handong Provincial Party Committee: You can’t do it!

Sha Ruijin felt Li Dakang's gaze, but he did not look back.

The frustration and humiliation in his heart were no less than Li Dakang's.

He understood the determination to conduct a thorough investigation, but he could not accept this approach.

This was almost an announcement to the whole country that Handong, under the leadership of Sha Ruijin, had become so rotten that the army was needed to clean up the mess.

This is a huge negation of his political career.

But what can he do?

Looking for theory?

You said you can't distrust me like this?

Can I solve Handong’s problems by myself?

Can he solve it?

Zhao Yuanchao came to Handong to look for soldiers, but disappeared.

This is his biggest dereliction of duty!

A deep despair enveloped every local official in the conference room.

Zhou Shoujing stood in front of a huge display screen. The screen had gone dark, reflecting his blurry and tall silhouette.

He didn't look at the wonderful expressions on Sha Ruijin and others' faces.

He didn't need to see it.

He just needed to smash that history, that memory etched in their bones, in their faces.

However, when the thunderous momentum slowly faded away as the words fell, a belated, sharp pain suddenly pierced his heart.

That's not a metaphor.

It really hurts.

There was a cold hand, tightly grasping his heart and twisting it hard.

His eyes lost focus and fell on the dark screen.

The young soldier's face, frozen into an ice sculpture, appeared on the screen again, his eyes wide open, looking towards the motherland.

Those eyes were exactly the same as the eyes in his father's photo.

His father, Zhou Changhe, an ordinary soldier of the 20th Regiment of the 348th Group Army, died in that battle.

He didn't even leave behind a complete body. He just wrote in the last letter he sent home: "...It's cold here, but all of us have warm hearts. Tell Xiaojing that Daddy is going to beat the bad guys. Once he drives them away, come home and hug him..."

He never came back.

Zhou Shoujing's name was given by his father.

Guard the capital and defend the country.

Chapter 16: Dignity lies only on the edge of the sword! Truth lies only within the range of the cannon!

For so many years, he always thought that he could face this past calmly.

He was proud of his father. He inherited his father's will, became a member of this heroic unit, and was promoted to chief of staff.

But until today, when he personally played out that dusty video, when he saw the life as young as his father's, becoming eternal in the wind and snow, the grief that had been forcibly suppressed for decades, like a flood, instantly broke through the dam he built with his iron will.

He clenched his teeth so hard that his back teeth were almost broken.

A sweet and fishy taste rose in his throat, and he forced himself to swallow it.

His body was shaking slightly, not because of anger, but because of extreme pain.

He cannot fall.

He couldn't show any weakness in front of these people.

He is the chief of staff of the 20th Army Group, and he represents the heroic souls.

He turned around slowly, his face looked a little pale because of the pain he was trying to suppress, but his eyes became sharper, like two knives tempered with ice.

"Everyone,"

"The meeting continues. Now, tell us everything you know about Handong City."

"Where are the missing special forces soldiers of the 20th Army?"

"Where is General Zhao?"

At this time, Sha Ruijin spoke first: "Chief of Staff Zhou, we know nothing about General Zhao right now. At least you can let me know something..."

When Zhou Shoujing heard Sha Ruijin say this, he thought about it and started playing the video footage about General Zhao.

The screen suddenly lit up. There was no title card, no unnecessary embellishments, only a line of cold bold text: [Report on the Social Influence Assessment of Comrade Zhao Yuanchao].

The screen switches, and the video shot by high-definition equipment has extremely clear picture quality.

Location: the largest auditorium of the Supreme Military Academy.

The picture was packed with people, young faces filling every seat, and even the aisles and doorways were full of people.

There was an almost fanatical light in their eyes as they gathered towards the podium.

On the podium stood a man.

He was not wearing a military uniform, just a simple black jacket, and his figure was as straight as a pine tree.

He is not handsome, but his angular face and eyes as sharp as an eagle can penetrate the screen and pierce people's hearts.

It was Zhao Yuanchao.

He had one hand casually in his pocket, the other on the edge of the podium, his body leaning forward slightly, like a beast about to pounce on its prey.

The entire auditorium was silent, and thousands of students held their breath, waiting for him to speak.

There was also dead silence in the underground conference room above.

Zhao Yuanchao on the screen spoke. His voice was not loud, but it sounded like a war drum, striking everyone's heart accurately.

"Many people ask me why we still maintain such a large military in peacetime and why we invest astronomical amounts of money in weapons that seem unlikely to ever be used."

He paused, his eyes sweeping over the young yet excited faces in the audience.

"They say that times have changed. Now is the era of economics and diplomacy. All problems can be solved through negotiation, cooperation, and so-called international rules."

The corner of his mouth twitched, but it was not a smile, but a kind of extreme disdain and coldness.

"Shit!"

Two words: earth-shattering.

There was a moment of shock in the auditorium, and then thunderous applause and cheers broke out!

The students stood up excitedly and waved their arms, and Zhao Yuanchao expressed their long-suppressed feelings.

In the conference room above, a civilian leader wearing gold-rimmed glasses frowned unconsciously.

Beside him, several old generals with gold stars on their shoulders had imperceptible admiration in their eyes.

Zhao Yuanchao on the screen raised his hand and pressed it lightly, and the boiling auditorium instantly became quiet again.

"remember!"

His voice suddenly rose, filled with metallic texture, "Dignity lies only on the edge of the sword! Truth lies only within the range of the cannon!"

These words, like a bolt of lightning, split through all pretense.

He took a step forward, almost leaning out of the podium, his eyes as sharp as knives, staring directly at the students in the front row.

"Classmates! I have a question for you!"