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

Li Weidong put down the phone, his chest heaving violently.

instructor.

This name, like a rusty key, suddenly pried open a dusty memory built with blood and mud.

Ninth Company of the Sharp Knife.

That year, he was not yet General Li Weidong. He was just an eighteen-year-old recruit who felt the gun was too heavy to carry and whose face turned red when he got excited.

Zhao Yuanchao was even younger than him, only sixteen years old. He was not even as tall as a gun and was as thin as a bean sprout.

Everyone called him "Xiaojiu" because he was the youngest soldier in the Ninth Company.

Their company commander was Liang Sanxi.

A Shandong man whose eyes were full of wrinkles when he smiled originally wanted to go home to visit his family, but he stayed in the army and always said he would wait until the war was over.

Their instructor was Zhao Mengsheng.

A "high-ranking official's son" in his twenties, fair-skinned and gentle, when he first joined the company, everyone secretly sneered at him, thinking that he was just there to gild his reputation.

But war is the best steelmaking furnace and the most ruthless touchstone.

Laoshan front.

The sky there is always gray, and what falls is not rain, but a sticky miasma with the smell of rotten leaves.

The soil under my feet is always red and as soft as mud. I can't tell whether it is the original color of the soil or soaked in blood.

I remember a battle to capture a point.

"boom!"

A shell exploded not far away, and hot mud and shrapnel fell on his head.

Li Weidong lay in the crater with his head in his hands. His ears were buzzing and he could not hear anything.

He only saw the company commander Liang Sanxi, who was crouching and using gestures to direct the machine gun team to suppress the firepower point on the opposite high ground.

"Kill him! Knock out that firing point!"

Liang Sanxi's roar pierced through the roar of artillery fire.

Instructor Zhao Mengsheng suppressed the enemy with a machine gun, exposing his body.

Then, a series of rapid bursts of machine gun fire rang out.

In order to save Zhao Mengsheng, the company commander threw him to the ground.

Li Weidong saw that Liang Sanxi's body shook violently, and then slowly softened like a punctured bag of rice.

The washed-out military uniform on his chest was quickly stained with a glaring red.

Time froze at that moment.

The soldiers of the Ninth Company were all stunned.

Company Commander...

Gone?

The man who promised to go home, just like that...

Gone?

Fear and despair were like cold vines, instantly entangling everyone's heart.

At this moment, a figure rushed out from the side. It was Zhao Mengsheng.

The fair-skinned instructor who usually read letters to everyone and taught them to read now had his face splashed with mud and blood, and his eyes were so red that they seemed to be bleeding.

He grabbed the rifle that fell beside Liang Sanxi, roared, and was the first to rush out of the bunker.

"Ninth Company! Avenge the company commander! Charge!"

That roar was not an order, but a cry of blood and tears, and burning anger.

The soldiers of the Ninth Company are crazy.

Li Weidong's mind buzzed, and he forgot all about tactics and concealment.

He held his gun and rushed out following the instructor's back.

Among the charging crowd, he saw the thin figure, sixteen-year-old Zhao Yuanchao.

There was no fear on "Xiaojiu's" face, only a heart-pounding calmness that did not belong to his age.

He did not rush forward blindly, but like a hunting leopard, he used craters and corpses as cover and advanced alternately.

His eyes were fixed on the enemy bunker in front of him that was spewing flames.

"Brother Weidong! Left! Three o'clock! Grenade!"

Zhao Yuanchao's voice was sharp and clear.

Li Weidong subconsciously took out a grenade and threw it hard in the direction Zhao Yuanchao was shouting.

With a loud bang, a machine gun that was firing stopped firing.

After the battle, the battlefield was in ruins.

They found Liang Sanxi's body. He was still clutching a family photo in his hand, which was soaked in blood.

Zhao Mengsheng knelt beside Liang Sanxi, a twenty-three-year-old young man, crying like a child.

The sixteen-year-old Zhao Yuanchao silently untied the water bottles from the bodies of his comrades, unscrewed them one by one, and poured the little remaining water on the dry lips of the fallen comrades.

After he finished all this, he walked over to Li Weidong and handed him half a compressed biscuit.

"Eat it. Only by surviving can I avenge them."

From that day on, the Ninth Company no longer had "Xiaojiu", but only a scout named Zhao Yuanchao with the code name "Lone Wolf".

He stayed there and fought against Vietnam for ten years!

He does not have a prominent family background or the same background as Zhao Mengsheng.

All he had was his glorious military exploits of repeatedly turning his back to his comrades and crawling out of piles of the dead.

Beneath each of the dozen or so military medals on his chest lies the loyal remains of one or even several comrades.

Every step he took was on the ground stained with blood.

This group of people who came out of the Ninth Company of the Sharp Knife had long since given their lives to each other.

In the hospital corridor.

A group of generals stared at Sha Ruijin!

He didn't die at the enemy's gunpoint on the front line.

Now, Zhao Yuanchao, who regarded defending his country as his bounden duty and had not been killed by the enemy even on the Laoshan front, was subjected to such a shameful method as electric shock in Handong, in his own country in peacetime.

This is more insulting than pointing a gun to all of their heads.

Li Weidong withdrew his thoughts, and the blood color in his eyes faded, replaced by an icy, poisonous chill.

He slowly turned around and faced Sha Ruijin, Gao Yuliang and Ji Changming, who were standing at the other end of the corridor with pale faces.

This time, he didn't question or roar.

He just looked at them calmly, his eyes like the sixteen-year-old Zhao Yuanchao looking at the enemy's bunker, calm, but full of determination to kill.

The generals around were also silent.

Those sharp gazes gathered into an invisible net, tightly covering the top leaders of Handong Province and making it almost impossible for them to breathe.

"Secretary Sha."

"We all crawled out of the pile of dead bodies."

"We don't understand procedures or politics. We only understand one principle."

"Our brothers' blood cannot be shed in vain."

"Especially, we must not get caught up in the conspiracy of our own people."

Chapter 60 Are you from the Zhong family going to rebel?

Jingzhou Military Region General Hospital.

Sha Ruijin listened to the instructions of General Jiangxing.

Fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. Facing those murderous faces, he felt that he was not standing in the corridor of the Provincial Military Hospital, but in the courtroom.

He forced himself to calm down. "Generals, please trust our Handong Provincial Committee. We must give an explanation to Commander Zhao! An explanation to everyone who cares about him!"

Gao Yuliang, who was beside him, added calmly, his tone more earnest than Sha Ruijin's.

"This incident is extremely egregious. We will never shield anyone, nor will we let down any of the heroes who have dedicated themselves to the country."

"Let down?"

He sneered, the sound was not loud, but it was like an ice pick piercing the ears of everyone present!

"You have already failed me."

"who is she?"

An officer with a star on his shoulder spoke through gritted teeth.

"How did she get in?!"

The other general's question was like thunder out of the blue.

This is the ICU intensive care unit. There are layers of guards outside. Without their orders, not even a fly can fly in!

How did this woman break through the guards and walk here so openly?

Everyone's attention was instantly focused on the guard captain standing at the door of the intensive care unit.

The young company commander was pinned to the spot by a dozen sharp gazes, and his face turned pale.

He straightened his body suddenly, pressed his heels together with a snapping sound, and reported loudly: "Report to the commander! It's...it's the order of Leader Zhong! Leader Zhong has given the order, and the passage is allowed!"

"Leader Zhong?"