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

The camera gave a close-up.

The feet of a young soldier.

His rubber shoes were already worn out, with his toes sticking out from the holes. They were frozen purple and almost blended into the snow.

But that foot is still moving forward firmly.

One step, another step.

Suddenly, the procession stopped.

A soldier fell, silently in the snow.

The comrades around him wanted to help him, but were stopped by the squad leader.

The squad leader squatted down, touched the soldier's neck, then slowly took off his hat and bowed deeply to his fallen comrade.

The team moved on.

No one looked back.

No one cried.

They simply put their comrades' guns on their backs, pulled their hat brims lower, and walked forward in silence.

Use death in exchange for progress.

Use death to buy time.

Use death in exchange for ultimate victory.

The corners of Li Dakang's eyes twitched slightly.

He understood.

He understood Zhou Shoujing's intentions better than anyone else.

This is the execution ability of an army!

No conditions, no excuses, only missions!

Once you receive an order, you must complete it, even if the cost is your own life!

Look at Handong again!

Look at Jingzhou under Li Dakang’s rule!

Ding Yizhen can escape without anyone noticing!

Zhao Yuanchao alone can disappear in the city center!

What a irony this is!

The GDP that Li Dakang is proud of and the "anything is allowed unless prohibited by law" that he always says, seem so pale and ridiculous in the face of such iron discipline and sacrifice!

At the end of the video, the scene freezes on a position where the top of a mountain has been flattened by artillery fire.

The morning light is just breaking, but the smoke has not yet dissipated.

A battle flag, covered with bullet holes and stained black with blood, was fluttering in the biting cold wind.

On the flag, the three big words "20th Army" are still clear.

In a dilapidated house, the young wife held the banner and urn sent by the leader.

She couldn't accept it.

When she saw him off at the train station, his smile was so bright.

A toddler stumbled out of the house.

"Dad...Dad...Dad..."

The screen went dark.

The conference room fell into a silence even more terrifying than before.

If the previous silence was due to shock and fear, then the silence at this moment was a speechless shock shrouded in a huge sense of tragedy.

Everyone's soul was sucked out and they sat there in a daze.

The air was still echoing with the sad sound of wind and snow, and was filled with the mixed smell of gunpowder and blood.

Zhou Shoujing turned around slowly, inch by inch.

His face was paler than before, his eyes were bloodshot, and his sharp eyes were now like two burning volcanoes, with endless sorrow beneath the magma.

The pain he was suppressing was almost seeping out from every pore.

But he stood straight, a javelin.

He looked around at everyone present, from Sha Ruijin, to Gao Yuliang, to Li Dakang...

Zhou Shoujing didn't say anything.

However, this precious video is questioning everyone present.

"The martyrs sacrificed their lives for peace."

"In exchange for today."

"In exchange for you...being able to sit peacefully at this conference table."

"Now, tell me."

"How many dirty things are hidden under this table?"

"Is it worth their lives?"

Chapter 19: Have we preserved the peace that our ancestors exchanged their lives for?

Screen switching.

It is no longer a platform, but an endless snowfield.

The soldiers marched in knee-deep snow, one foot deep and one foot shallow.

The biting cold wind blew up the snow, scraping their faces like knives.

They were still wearing the thin cotton-padded clothes from the south.

"The Corps Headquarters had ordered the train to stop in Shenyang to change into winter clothing. However, due to the urgent military situation, the train did not stop and went straight to the front."

"They crossed the Yalu River wearing just this single layer of clothing."

The picture gives a close-up.

A soldier took out a black potato from his pocket, which was as frozen as a stone.

He put the potato to his mouth and chewed it hard. His teeth rubbed against the cold potato, making a teeth-aching sound.

He couldn't bite it off, so he could only lick it over and over again with his tongue, trying to use his insignificant body temperature to melt the food that he depended on for survival.

"Forty degrees below zero, this is their military rations."

Sha Ruijin's hands had been clenched into fists at some point, and his knuckles had turned white from the force.

Coming from a military family, he knew better than anyone what that meant.

This is not a battle, this is a fight against the heaven and earth with your life.

His straight spine also felt the biting cold at this moment.

Gao Yuliang subconsciously pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, and his eyes behind the lenses were fixed on the screen.

He spent his entire life studying political strategies and trying to understand people's hearts. He believed he had seen through the intrigues in officialdom.

But the scene before him was beyond the scope of all his knowledge and experience.

It was a power he could neither comprehend nor measure.

This force makes his so-called power tactics and checks and balances seem so ridiculous and insignificant.

Li Dakang's face was as stiff as an iron plate, and the muscles on his cheeks twitched constantly due to gritting his teeth.

He is a doer who believes in efficiency and execution.

He looked at the figures trudging through the snow and saw an extreme level of execution.

For an order, they can give up everything, including their lives.

Nameless anger burned in his chest, this anger was directed not only at his enemies in the past, but also at some people in Handong now.

They used the peace and stability that these martyrs sacrificed their lives for to enrich themselves and engage in those shady activities...

Is this something a human would do?!

The video continues.

The charge sounded.

The sharp and shrill trumpet sound tore through time and space and directly penetrated the eardrums of everyone present.

The picture shook violently.

Volunteer soldiers all over the mountains jumped out of the snow and charged towards the enemy positions.

They had no tanks, no heavy artillery cover, only frail flesh and blood.

Bullets rained down, rows of soldiers fell, and the ones behind them immediately took their place.

In the light of the explosion, broken limbs flew into the air and were then dyed a shocking red by the university.

A young soldier was shot. He fell to the ground in the snow, but he struggled and, using his last bit of strength, threw the grenade in his hand towards the enemy's machine gun position...

The picture stopped abruptly.

The screen fell into darkness again.

The conference room was so quiet that one could hear each other's heavy breathing and heartbeats.

The strong smell, mixed with gunpowder, blood and death, penetrated the screen and filled the entire space.

Shocking and tragic.

Language seems so pale in the face of such a picture.