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

blame.

As if to say, why are you panicking?

This little commotion makes you confused?

Zhou Shoujing understood. He was stunned for a moment, then his nose felt sore and he almost cried again.

He clenched his back teeth and suppressed the bitterness.

"Hold!"

A gruff voice boomed from the back of the crowd. A burly man, also carrying a general star on his shoulder, squeezed in. The flesh on his face trembled with excitement. "I thought you weren't going to make it! You cried for nothing."

He didn't dare to slap Zhao Yuanchao, but slapped Zhou Shoujing on the back with such force that the latter staggered.

"Get well soon!"

The man stared at Zhao Yuanchao with eyes as big as an ox, his voice roaring so loud that the whole corridor buzzed: "You're thinking about that bottle of Wuliangye I've hidden for twenty years? Didn't we agree to open it when my daughter gets married? Now I've changed my mind! When you get out of the hospital, we'll split the cost! Whoever cheats is a grandson!"

This vulgar remark was like a warm current, instantly diluting the sad atmosphere in the corridor.

"Old Zhang, you're just wishful thinking!"

Another general laughed and scolded, "Don't you know how much Lao Zhao can drink? Half a gulp? He can drink you under the table! We have to share that wine!"

"What the hell! With the friendship between me and Lao Zhao, is it your turn?"

"Bullshit! When we were camping in the snowy mountains, it was Old Zhao who gave me the last steamed bun. He didn't give it to you?"

This group of generals who were so powerful and powerful outside were now like a group of young boys, arguing around the hospital bed and arguing about some trivial things.

From a steamed bun on the snow-capped mountains, to a pot of water on the Gobi Desert, to a cover on the training ground.

They quarreled and made a lot of noise, but their eyes became redder and redder.

These fragmented fragments of memory are pieced together to form an epic written with blood and sweat.

They are brothers who have emerged together from the smoke of war, snow-capped mountains and grasslands. They are friends who can trust their backs to each other for life and death.

This kind of friendship has long transcended job duties and interests, and has been engraved in the bones and integrated into the blood.

They are not afraid of bloodshed and sacrifice.

However, they cannot bear to see their comrades suffer any injustice!

Zhao Yuanchao lay quietly, listening to these familiar, rough, yet extremely kind voices.

His consciousness was still a little fuzzy, and his body felt like it was falling apart and he had no strength to move.

But his heart was filled with unprecedented peace and warmth.

These sounds were like a shot of cardiac stimulant, making his heart, which had just struggled back from the brink of death, strong again.

The corners of his mouth twitched upwards ever so slightly.

This subtle movement was caught by Zhou Shoujing, who had been staring at him.

"The commander laughed!"

Zhou Shoujing shouted excitedly.

The noise stopped abruptly.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Zhao Yuanchao's face.

Zhao Yuanchao used all his strength to blink, as if responding to them.

enough.

One look is enough.

Li Weidong couldn't hold it in any longer. He turned his head and wiped his eyes fiercely with the back of his hand. He said in a muffled voice, "Alright, stop arguing. Let Lao Zhao rest for a while."

He turned back to look at the escorting doctor, his voice regaining its usual dignity and composure: "Doctor, has everything been arranged at the ICU? If you need anything, just ask. We need the best experts and the best equipment, no matter where they come from!"

"General, don't worry. Everything has been arranged. The most important thing now is to keep the patient quiet. We need to send him to the intensive care unit immediately."

The attending physician answered quickly, feeling a little suffocated by the aura emanating from this group of generals.

The generals finally woke up from their dream and stepped back to make way.

But although their bodies retreated, their eyes were like nails, firmly locked on Zhao Yuanchao, escorting him, step by step, to the ICU ward.

At the other end of the corridor, Sha Ruijin, Gao Yuliang and Ji Changming stood quietly, like three bystanders isolated in another world.

They watched these soldiers express their true feelings without paying attention to others, and their hearts were filled with mixed emotions.

Sha Ruijin's back was still wet.

Only now did he truly understand that the seriousness of this incident far exceeded his imagination.

The man lying on the hospital bed is not just a commander, he is a flag, a totem.

To touch him would be like stirring up a hornet's nest in the entire military.

The sentence just now, "myocardial spasm caused by electric shock", was like a huge rock thrown into a deep pool, which was now causing huge waves in his mind.

Who did it?

In Handong Province, using this method to deal with an active lieutenant general of the Republic?

are you crazy!

Behind Gao Yuliang's glasses, his eyes flickered.

He understood the military's style of operation better than Sha Ruijin.

They believe in blood debt must be paid with blood.

If Zhao Yuanchao really died here, he had no doubt that this group of people would turn the entire Handong upside down, use the most direct and brutal method to find the murderer, and then tear it to pieces.

Now, Zhao Yuanchao is alive.

But things will only get more troublesome.

A living Zhao Yuanchao who has suffered great injustice is a hundred times more terrifying than a dead one.

His comrades would never forgive them.

The automatic door of the ICU slowly opened.

The bed was pushed in.

At the moment the door was about to close, Zhao Yuanchao's gaze seemed to pass through the crowd and met Sha Ruijin's eyes in the air for a moment.

The gaze was calm, yet like tempered steel, with a heart-pounding sharpness.

Sha Ruijin's heart trembled.

"boom."

The door of the ICU was completely closed, separating the inside and the outside into two worlds.

There was dead silence in the corridor.

The generals who had been arguing just now were now silent, their faces as gloomy as water, like statues filled with anger.

Li Weidong turned around slowly, his red eyes swept over everyone present, and finally fixed on Sha Ruijin's face.

He didn't say anything, but the questioning in his eyes was more oppressive than any words.

Zhou Shoujing took a step forward and stood beside Li Weidong. His voice was not loud, but it was icy cold and could be heard clearly throughout the corridor.

Many generals looked at Sha Ruijin!

"Secretary Sha."

"We need an explanation for this matter."

"Give our 200,000 army brothers an explanation!"

……

I'm just asking for some gifts.

Ten gifts are added, and there are still four gifts missing. Please give me some gifts.

Wild power generation is also possible.

If you don’t send it out today, it will be refreshed tomorrow.

Four more gifts to go.

Chapter 59: Blood-stained Military Medal

at this time.

Li Weidong's phone rang.

There was a name on the phone: Instructor.

Li Weidong answered the phone, feeling a little scared. He didn't know how to tell Zhao Mengsheng that Lao Jiu had suffered a great injustice in Handong!

"Instructor!"

Zhao Mengsheng's anxious roar came from inside: "How is Lao Jiu?!"

"He survived, but is in the ICU. He was tortured and given electric shocks."

"Fuck him! He wasn't electrocuted by a monkey in the fucking old mountain, but now he's being electrocuted! I'm going to shoot him!"

Zhao Mengsheng and Zhao Yuanchao are friends for life!

That's not the word brother, it can be called comrade-in-arms.

That means turning your back to your comrades on the other side!

On the other end of the phone, Zhao Mengsheng's roar almost pierced Li Weidong's eardrums. With the smell of gunpowder and blood, it instantly pulled this bright and clean modern hospital corridor back to the southern Xinjiang jungle with continuous rain and artillery fire.

“Instructor…”

Li Weidong's voice was choked with sobs. The veins in his hand holding the phone were bulging, as if he wanted to crush the phone.

"I'll be there right away! I want to see which son of a bitch is tired of living!"

Zhao Mengsheng hung up the phone on the other end, as decisively and decisively as he had shouted "Follow me" on the battlefield back then.