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

Zhou Shoujing heard the funniest joke in the world. He slowly repeated the title, emphasizing each word and full of endless irony.

"it is good!"

"it is good!"

"it is good!"

He said "OK" three times in a row, his chest heaving violently, and the sadness in his eyes was completely replaced by overwhelming anger.

"What a great Zhong family! Such great power!"

The roar echoed in the closed corridor, making the ceiling lights buzz.

The generals were completely enraged.

It was a kind of rage that came from having dignity trampled upon and faith insulted.

"The Zhong family's son-in-law is an official in Handong. He's lawless and used electric shock on our meritorious military commander! He was tortured to the point where he lies there, his life or death unknown!"

"The daughter of the Zhong family, relying on her family's influence, treats our military's restricted area as her own backyard. She comes and goes as she pleases!"

"What? What do you, the Zhong family, want to do? Are you trying to tell us that this world belongs to you, the Zhong family?!"

Each question was like a heavy hammer, hitting Sha Ruijin and Gao Yuliang's hearts.

Their faces turned pale and they opened their mouths, but found that any explanation seemed so pale and powerless at this moment.

This is no longer a simple issue of illegal visitation.

This is a naked provocation!

Right under their noses, this was the most direct and arrogant provocation to these soldiers who had fought their way out of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood!

An old general from the Northwest War Zone, who had the hottest temper, suddenly turned his head and stared at the guard company commander who was so scared that his whole body was stiff.

The look in his eyes seemed to want to skin the young officer alive.

"you!"

The general's finger almost touched the company commander's nose. "Which unit are you from?"

"Report to the commander! Guard Company, Second Battalion, Third Regiment, First Guard Division..."

The young company commander answered subconsciously, his voice already filled with tears.

"No need to report."

The general interrupted him coldly, "Go back and report to your divisional and regimental commanders and tell them I said that. You can go home now!"

"Discharge!"

"From now on, remember, obeying orders is your duty. But if you just obey a call from above, who the hell are you serving as!"

"Discharge!"

Those two words, like two bullets, shattered all the young company commander's military dreams.

His legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground. His lips trembled, but he couldn't utter a word.

After dealing with the guard company commander, the old general's eyes, burning with rage, suddenly turned to Zhong Xiaoai, who was parked not far away and whose face turned pale with fright at the scene.

Zhong Xiaoai obviously did not expect such a scene.

She was just worried about her husband and worried that the matter would get out of hand, so she wanted to come and see what was going on and do something to make amends.

But in front of these murderous generals, her calmness and intelligence vanished into thin air.

She was like a sheep that had strayed into a pack of wolves, and there was nothing she could do but tremble.

The old general raised his calloused and scarred hand, pointed at Zhong Xiaoai's nose mercilessly, and roared at the distraught guard captain: "I'm going to teach you how to be a soldier again!"

"Military restricted area! Do you understand?!"

"If someone like her dares to take one more step inside without the highest order, you should fucking shoot her on the spot!"

"I'm telling you! If you kill her, I'll personally report you to the Military Commission and award you a second-class merit!"

"You let people in? What the hell are you doing as a guard? Are you sentries standing guard, or guard dogs for the rich and powerful?!"

His saliva sprayed all over the guard company commander's face, but the young officer didn't dare to move.

"Go back and write a report!"

"Discharge!"

The old general roared one last time, using all his strength.

His voice echoed repeatedly in the corridor, and every word was full of the taste of blood and fire, hitting everyone's heart.

Zhong Xiaoai's body shook, and her face was paler than the wall. She looked at the finger pointing at her and felt that it was not a finger, but a loaded gun.

She was completely confused.

She never thought that her family background, which she was so proud of, would become a death curse at this moment.

The noise and roar at the end of the corridor were blocked by a thick layer of glass.

Inside the ICU ward, there was only the rhythmic, monotonous sound of the instruments ticking and an almost frozen silence.

Zhao Yuanchao woke up.

His eyes were open, and there was no confusion in his pupils that came from just waking up from a serious injury. Instead, they were as clear as two bottomless cold pools.

Various tubes and wires extended from his body, connecting to the cold machines, which displayed his vital signs in the form of data coldly on the screen.

He did not feel the waves of severe pain coming from his body. The only hand that could move freely slowly but extremely steadily reached towards the pillow.

He moved slowly, with a calmness that was out of place in this emergency room.

He fished out six photos from under his pillow.

The photo is a bit old and the edges are frayed from being rubbed repeatedly.

Those were six faces that looked too young, wearing neat military uniforms, their eyes sparkling with the light that was unique to that age, either shy, or playful, or serious.

This is his soldier.

They were the most elite wolf cubs he had personally picked out from the 20 armies.

His fingers, the same big hands that had signed countless military orders and pulled the trigger on the training ground, were now gently and almost lovingly brushing over one of the photos.

The young man in the photo was grinning, showing off his white teeth and a shallow dimple on his right cheek.

Zhao Yuanchao's gaze lingered on the dimple for a long time. Something was surging violently in the depths of his eyes, but the lines of his face remained tense, as if carved from granite.

Shedding blood for the country is the honor of a soldier.

But they should not disappear in such an unclear manner in this seemingly prosperous land of Handong.

Not one can be missing.

Chapter 61: Let Zhong Zhengguo come to Handong and hold the military district generals accountable

ICU ward.

The door of the ward was gently pushed open, and two young female nurses walked in.

Their footsteps were very light, for fear of disturbing the tranquility.

"Leader, we're here to change your medicine."

One of the older, calmer-looking nurses spoke softly.

Zhao Yuanchao did not respond, his eyes were still fixed on the six photos. The whole world was left with only him and his soldiers.

The two young nurses looked at each other, with a hint of nervousness and awe in their eyes.

They had long heard of the patient's identity: a real general, a tough guy who had fought tough battles on the border.

But the man in front of me, apart from his frighteningly pale face, his calm temperament made him look more like a scholar.

They began to work skillfully, unwrapping the gauze, disinfecting it with iodine, and then replacing it with new sterile gauze.

During the whole process, Zhao Yuanchao's body did not move at all, and he didn't even frown.

His ability to endure pain far exceeded the imagination of these young nurses.

They only saw that when the cotton swab dipped in cold medicine touched the hideous wound on his chest, the knuckles of his hand holding the photo suddenly turned white.

"Alright, Chief."

"The medicine has been changed. Please rest more."

The head nurse breathed a sigh of relief, packed up the medical waste on the tray, and prepared to leave.

At this moment, Zhao Yuanchao, who had been silent all the time, finally moved.

He carefully folded the six photos one by one and put them back under his pillow. They were such priceless treasures.

Then he raised his head and looked at the two nurses who had stopped because of his actions.

His eyes were no longer as cold and deep as before, but instead held a gentle, even tired warmth.

His voice was a little hoarse due to weakness, but every word was unusually clear.

"Thank you."

He paused, as if organizing his words, and finally, the corners of his mouth curled up into a very faint arc.

"The Lady with the Lamp."

The two young nurses were stunned for a moment.

Their eyes widened, unable to believe what they heard.

They face all kinds of patients every day, some groan, some curse, and some thank them politely, but no one has ever addressed them with such words.

The goddess with the lantern.

That is Nightingale's laurel wreath, the highest honor in the nursing profession.

Coming from the mouth of a general with great military achievements, the weight of these four words was so heavy that their hearts began to beat uncontrollably.

They felt their cheeks getting hot. An unprecedented respect and recognition, like a warm current, instantly washed away the fatigue from work and the tension of facing important people.

"No... You're welcome, Chief! This, this is what we should do!"