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

Zhao Mengsheng's eyes swept over every anxious face and he said in a deep voice, "You all, wait outside. Weidong and I will go in."

Chapter 66 Hou Liangping didn't believe it... He said if you are Zhao Yuanchao, I am Sha Ruijin

He pointed to a middle-aged general standing beside him who also had a star on his shoulder and a resolute face.

Li Weidong immediately became excited and happily entered together.

The other generals looked at each other. Although they were unwilling, they also understood that this was not the time to argue, so they could only step back silently.

Zhao Mengsheng pushed open the door of the ICU and walked in with Li Weidong one after another.

The strong smell of disinfectant hit me in the face, mixed with the monotonous and regular "drip" sound made by various medical instruments in operation.

In the huge ward, Zhao Yuanchao lay quietly on the bed in the middle, with various tubes inserted into his body. His heroic and resolute face was now as pale as a piece of paper, his lips were chapped, and his eye sockets were sunken.

If it weren't for the slight rise and fall of his chest, he would have looked like a body without a soul.

This scene was like a red-hot steel needle, piercing Zhao Mengsheng's heart.

The Zhao Yuanchao in his memory was the iron-blooded warrior who carried him out of the encirclement in the jungle of southern Xinjiang and grinned at him even after being shot three times; he was the tiger commander whose roar could shake the entire valley on the training ground.

But now...

Now he lay here quietly like a fragile piece of porcelain, letting these cold machines maintain his life.

Zhao Yuanchao seemed to have heard some noise, his eyelids trembled a few times with difficulty, and then slowly opened.

His eyes were a little dazed, and he stayed on the ceiling for a few seconds before slowly focusing and finally landing on Zhao Mengsheng beside the bed.

A faint light shone in his cloudy eyes.

His lips moved a few times, and a hoarse, weak, but extremely clear word squeezed out from the depths of his throat.

"Instructor..."

The word "instructor" was like a thunderbolt that spanned more than thirty years and exploded in Zhao Mengsheng's mind.

In an instant, he was no longer the powerful commander-in-chief. He returned to the war-torn era and to the Ninth Company where blood and fire were intertwined.

He was instructor Zhao Mengsheng, and lying in front of him was the bravest soldier under his command, his brother, and his savior, Zhao Yuanchao.

Zhao Mengsheng's eyes suddenly turned red, his throat rolled violently, and thousands of words were stuck in his throat, and finally turned into only three words.

He leaned forward, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

"Lie down."

He stretched out his hand and wanted to pat Zhao Yuanchao's shoulder, but his hand stopped in mid-air.

He looked at the horrific purple and blue scars that were exposed from the collar of the hospital gown, and looked at the infusion needle that was stuck in the back of Zhao Yuanchao's hand and was slowly injecting transparent liquid into his body. Zhao Mengsheng's hand finally dropped down weakly.

My heart was grabbed by an invisible hand and twisted violently.

pain.

The pain was excruciating.

This was not the excruciating pain of a bullet piercing the body on the battlefield, but the torture of a blunt knife cutting flesh, mixed with endless anger and guilt.

A soldier who valued the country and honor more than his own life, a hero who never fell in the hail of bullets, did not die under the enemy's artillery fire, but was tortured into this state by his own people in peacetime, in his own country!

By a man named Hou Liangping...

evil creature!

Thinking of this name and the hypocritical face of Zhong Zhengguo on the phone, Zhao Mengsheng clenched his fists at his sides suddenly, and his knuckles made a crisp "crackling" sound due to excessive force.

The bone-chilling murderous intent, even stronger and purer than just now in the corridor, surged madly from his body.

Zhao Mengsheng forced himself to suppress the blood boiling in his heart. The murderous intent that almost burned his sanity to ashes was forced back into the depths of his chest by his iron will.

He knew that now was not the time to lose control.

He looked at the weak Zhao Yuanchao lying on the hospital bed and spoke very softly, for fear of disturbing this brother who had just returned from the gates of hell.

"Aid Korea, our old brothers from the Ninth Company... are all waiting outside. As soon as they heard about you, they rushed here from various military regions overnight. They were almost going crazy with anxiety."

Zhao Yuanchao's eyes moved slowly, and his cracked lips formed an arc that was uglier than crying. He was laughing, but also enduring great pain.

"The instructor told them not to worry... they wouldn't die."

"How can I not worry!"

Zhao Mengsheng couldn't hold it in any longer. He raised his voice suddenly, clenching his fists tightly. "That bastard Hou Liangping! How dare he arrest you? How dare he!"

This suppressed roar echoed in the quiet ward, carrying a strong smell of blood.

When Zhao Yuanchao heard this, a strange look appeared on his face, a mixture of self-mockery and absurdity.

He took a breath with difficulty, as if trying to gather some strength to finish his words.

"I... I didn't expect... that he was so brave..."

He paused, a look of helplessness flashing in his cloudy eyes. "I told him... I said, I'm Zhao Yuanchao from the 20th Army..."

He paused, recalling the ridiculous scene.

"He didn't believe it... He said if you were Zhao Yuanchao, I would be Sha Ruijin..."

"boom!"

This sentence was like a bucket of gasoline, suddenly poured on the raging anger in Zhao Mengsheng's heart.

He was totally blown away.

"Bastard thing!!"

Zhao Mengsheng's eyes were bloodshot, veins popped out on his neck, and the murderous aura that had been forcibly suppressed rose up into the sky again, more violent than ever before.

He turned abruptly and roared towards the door, "Where's your guard company?! Where are all the people?! Where the hell did they go?! Take them all out and shoot them!"

The commander of an army group was wantonly insulted by a small local prosecutor on his own land. This is simply the biggest joke since the founding of the People's Republic of China!

It is a disgrace to the entire army!

"No...it's none of their business..."

Zhao Yuanchao shook his head. This simple action seemed to affect the wounds all over his body, causing him to groan in pain.

He paused for a moment before continuing in his hoarse voice, "Instructor... I came to Handong this time... for personal matters. I came to look for my six soldiers... I didn't let them come with me."

"Looking for soldiers?"

Zhao Mengsheng turned around abruptly, the rage on his face frozen.

Zhao Yuanchao's eyes became extremely deep, which was a heavy burden that transcended personal honor and disgrace.

He turned sideways with difficulty, reached into the inner pocket of his neatly folded casual clothes on the bedside table, and fumbled to take out something carefully wrapped in a plastic envelope.

"I was worried that they would be hurt because of my presence, so I came to Handong in a low profile and didn't want to alert them."

Zhao Mengsheng immediately knew why Zhao Yuanchao came to Handong in a low-key manner.

Zhao Yuanchao was worried that six soldiers would be caught while performing a secret mission in Handong.

If we come in a high profile, I'm afraid there will be problems.

It's six photos.

He handed the photo to Zhao Mengsheng.

Zhao Mengsheng stretched out his hand, and when his fingertips touched the cold plastic envelope, he trembled slightly.

He took it, his eyes dropping.

Six photos, six young and lively faces, all wearing the standard military uniforms of the 20th Group Army Special Operations Brigade, with the background being the vast Gobi Desert or the dense jungle.

The first photo is of a young company commander with a rebellious look in his eyes.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, with an arrogant attitude of fearlessness, his chin held high, and he looked down on the whole world.

Two words were written in black marker in the lower right corner of the photo: Gaocheng.

Zhao Mengsheng was very familiar with this look.

This is the look that only the ace team has: proud, confident, and even a little arrogant.

Chapter 67 Be prepared

He Chenguang, Leng Feng...

They have six completely different personalities, but they wear the same military uniforms and have the same light shining in their eyes - that is the light belonging to the best soldiers of the Republic.

They are Zhao Yuanchao's soldiers.

It is the sharp sword of the 20th Army.

Now, they are missing in the land of Handong.

Zhao Mengsheng's brows were twisted into a knot.

He finally understood why Zhao Yuanchao took the risk alone and why he ended up in such a situation.

In order to retrieve his soldiers, the Tiger Commander put away all his minions and plunged into this bottomless quagmire like an ordinary father looking for his lost child.

However, the quagmire of Handong gave this hero a loud slap in the face in the dirtiest and most despicable way.

Zhao Mengsheng pinched the six photos, his fingers turning slightly white from the force.

The rage in him didn't dissipate, but instead turned into something colder and harder.

It was a mixture of guilt, anger, and a resolute murderous intent.

"Aid Korea,"

He raised his head and his gaze fell on Zhao Yuanchao again. His voice was low and hoarse, but it was filled with unquestionable determination. "You should take good care of your injuries."

"I'll take care of the rest."

"No, these are my soldiers, I have to find them myself!"

Sha Ruijin and Gao Yuliang stood at the door of the ward.

The two looked at each other.