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Chapter 560 Wei Hong! The division commander can't take you away, can he? [Please subscribe! Please vote!]

Honestly, the person who received this award for meritorious service should be thankful that Zhao Weihong is still in her internship.

Otherwise, Zhao Weihong would undoubtedly become the "protagonist" of the awards ceremony, while everyone else would only serve as supporting characters.

This may sound cruel, but it's the price you have to pay for living and working alongside a role model.

It is both a blessing and a curse.

After the ceremony, Zhao Weihong, who had been busy for nearly a year, finally returned to "normal" military life.

Besides perfecting his thesis, he spends his days leading and training his troops; his days are ordinary yet fulfilling.

This is what life in the military is like.

There are highs and lows, and there are also moments of quiet contentment.

The news that Guan Jiwu had finally stepped down and been promoted after ten years, and transferred to Yanjing, gradually became a secret in the 446th Regiment and even the entire 149th Division.

"Old Zhao! Have a seat!"

In early May, the heat of summer gradually intensifies.

The day Zhao Weihong returns to school is getting closer and closer.

After a morning of routine training, Zhao Weihong was invited by Hu Yiming to come to the company headquarters.

"Company Commander, you wanted to see me?"

While saying hello, Zhao Weihong took the opportunity to check on the situation at the company headquarters.

I wonder if Zhao Weihong and the political instructor of the Second Company were incompatible according to their birth charts.

Nine times out of ten, when Zhao Weihong came to the company headquarters, she would not see the political instructor of the Second Company, and this time was no exception.

"Hey! Please have a seat!"

"Let me make some tea, then we can chat."

While warmly inviting Zhao Weihong to sit down, Hu Yiming ostentatiously took out a half-packet of tea sealed with a rubber band from the cabinet.

"See this? I took it from Lao Liu! There's only a little left, I'm buying it all!"

"Old Six is ​​such a stingy person, he was so reluctant to give it to me, but I shut him down with just a few words."

As he spoke, Hu Yiming adopted a confident and fearless demeanor, casually weighing the tea leaves in his hand, as if the Sixth Company Commander were standing right in front of him. He then vividly recounted the story to Zhao Weihong, mimicking the tone of the time.

"Hey, Sixth Brother, are you really going to settle accounts with me?"

"The exercise only ended a few days ago, right? You guys don't even know how you got that second-class merit award? Do I need to remind you?"

"Didn't the regimental commander praise you for this just a couple of days ago?"

"If it weren't for Lao Zhao, would you even be able to produce a second-class merit award? And expect any praise?"

"Keep dreaming!"

"What's wrong with taking some of your tea now? I'm being lenient by not emptying your entire company headquarters!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Hu Yiming instantly snapped out of his arrogant state and burst into laughter at Zhao Weihong.

"After I said that, Lao Liu didn't mention the tea anymore and immediately obediently escorted me out of the company headquarters!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Weihong's lips twitched. After hesitating for a moment, she emphasized to Hu Yiming.

"Company Commander, Comrade Chen Zheng earned his second-class merit through his own abilities; it has nothing to do with me."

"Old Zhao! Stop talking nonsense!"

"Chen Zheng joined our regiment a long time before you. Everyone in the regiment knows how good he is."

"If it weren't for your help, I wouldn't have gotten a second-class merit award."

"Even an award would be hard to come by!"

As they were talking, Hu Yiming had already brewed a pot of tea very quickly.

Drinking tea in the military isn't about fancy formalities. You just throw the tea leaves into the pot, pour in some hot water, put the lid on, and in no time, the aroma of tea will fill the room.

Those who can become commanding officers in the military all have some kind of personal treasures.

Take, for example, the packet of tea belonging to the Sixth Company Commander. It may look unremarkable, but in just a few seconds, its extremely rich and mellow aroma burst into Zhao Weihong's nostrils in a very domineering manner.

Look at the quality of this tea. The Sixth Company Commander must have treasured it a lot. But Hu Yiming wiped it all out. It was a huge loss for him.

Seeing this, Zhao Weihong realized that it was not the right time to argue with Hu Yiming, so she shook her head slightly and stopped talking, instead enjoying the rare tranquility amidst the increasingly rich aroma of tea.

"Old Zhao?"

"Ok?"

Seeing Hu Yiming suddenly sit down next to her with a fawning expression, Zhao Weihong's heart skipped a beat, and she subtly shifted her position away from him.

"Company Commander, you called me here for more than just tea, didn't you?"

Seeing Zhao Weihong's keen intuition, Hu Yiming's eager smile faltered noticeably. His gaze lingered for a moment before he stammered out his words.

"It's really not a big deal."

"There have been some rumors circulating in our group lately, you must have heard about them, right?"

Zhao Weihong glanced at Hu Yiming expressionlessly, knowing exactly what he meant, but still pretended not to know and said...

"Company commander, our regiment has so much gossip going on all day long."

"I spend all my time training and studying, never leaving the house. How could I possibly know anything about this?"

Zhao Weihong said she didn't know, but she was actually quite moved.

Guan Jiwu's influence in the 149th Division was truly immense.

The slightest news about his whereabouts would cause a great stir in the city, with everyone paying attention.

Although the relevant information has not yet been officially released due to Guan Jiwu's own request.

However, from the subtle clues such as Guan Jiwu gradually handing over his work and the 149th Division's chief of staff suddenly having the position of first deputy division commander, those who are interested can eventually deduce some clues.

"Hey! What else could it be!"

Feeling that the time was right, Hu Yiming immediately poured Zhao Weihong a steaming cup of tea, while closely observing Zhao Weihong's expression, and tentatively asked.

"The division commander is getting a promotion! They say he's going to Yanjing!"

"Although it was just a rumor, more and more people in the group were talking about it, and it became quite a hot topic."

"Everyone knows you're well-informed, so I was just thinking of asking you for some information."

"If there are any changes, our company can prepare in advance, right?"

After saying that, Hu Yiming hesitated for a moment, then cautiously added another sentence.

"Old Zhao, I heard you have a pretty good relationship with the division commander."

"Will the division commander take you with him to Yanjing?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Weihong almost spat out a mouthful of blood, thinking to herself, "How could you think that I have a good relationship with him?"

However, upon closer examination, Hu Yiming's words don't make sense.

If their relationship wasn't good, why would Guan Jiwu have specifically requested to go to Zhao Weihong's class when he was on duty at the company level?

How come Zhao Weihong kicked Guan Jiwu twice and was able to act like nothing happened?
To outsiders, this relationship seems absolutely perfect!

"Company Commander, since you already know it's just a baseless rumor, why bother asking me?"

"Whether the division commander will be transferred, and where he will be transferred to, is not something that you or I can decide. The organization will make the arrangements."

After taking a small sip of tea, Zhao Weihong pondered for a moment before continuing in a low voice.

"As for what I'll do after graduation, I'll definitely go back to our unit. I won't go anywhere else that offers me a place!"

"Company commander, look at my years of service! How many years have I served? And how many units have I been transferred to?"

"If you go to Peking University after graduation and just wander around aimlessly, what kind of talk is that!"

"And you don't need to worry about the division commander's future." Zhao Weihong really liked the 149th Division because it was there that he underwent a transformation and began his career as a cadre.

But he disliked the 149th Division, which was associated with Ji Wu.

Although everyone in the 149th Division was very proactive under Guan Jiwu's leadership.

Zhao Weihong has been here for so long and has never seen a single person feigning illness or slacking off at work.

But within this enthusiasm lies a sense of numbness.

A sense of numbness, as if "as long as my teachers are around, I don't need to worry about anything else."

If things continue like this, young officers like Chen Zheng and Hu Yiming, who have the potential to make great strides in the future, will be ruined by Guan Jiwu!

Many people in the 149th Division probably couldn't accept Guan Jiwu's departure.

But they should know that only by leaving Guan Jiwu can they usher in long-awaited growth.

"As long as the division commander is here, the 149th Division is here."

"Even though the division commander is gone, the 149th Division still stands!"

"Does the departure of one person mean that our 149th Division is going to collapse? To crumble?"

"If that's really the case, not only should those of us who stayed behind reflect on our actions, but even our superiors should seriously reconsider!"

At this critical juncture, Zhao Weihong's words were undoubtedly somewhat harsh, but they were also a wake-up call!

Hu Yiming opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just waved his hand weakly and changed the subject.

"Never mind, it was just the two of us chatting."

Who can predict the future?

"Speaking of which, you have a little over a month left before you have to go back to defend your thesis, right?"

"Luckily, I've served longer than you."

"Otherwise, when you come back, I might start calling you 'Commander'!"

"Hahaha!"

Seeing that Hu Yiming had brought the topic back to her, Zhao Weihong smiled helplessly and was about to speak when she heard a series of hurried footsteps coming from outside the company headquarters!

"report!"

"Regimental Headquarters Notice! All officers of the regiment, please proceed to the main building conference room immediately for a meeting!"

Congratulations, Kyle!

"Finally, I can get out of this damn hell!"

The Mesopotamian region, which once nurtured countless civilizations, is now filled with technological creations used by humans for efficient killing.

Military bases, like festering sores, have left their deep marks on this land.

However, even with the base's cover, the American soldiers stationed there are not necessarily safe from harm.

The elusive guerrillas and the ever-present threat of sniper shots posed an equal threat to each and every one of them.

Here, everyone who takes up a weapon must be prepared to kill others or be killed by others.

This is a war with no end in sight.

It is also a living hell standing in the human world.

The war brought immense destruction to this land, and its former prosperity and abundance have become history.

Hunger, thirst, and disease spreading from the corpses threatened the people who originally lived on this land.

Even the mold, being an outsider, was not spared; non-combat casualties occurred almost daily.

Kyle, who has lived here for ten years, is undoubtedly a strong individual.

Although he suffered a crushing defeat against Zhao Weihong at the Military World Games, he remains a world-renowned legendary sniper.

Today marks the day he returns home in glory, laden with honors.

The helicopter that was to take him to the airport was already parked nearby.

His comrades prepared a cake for him to congratulate him on surviving and leaving this hellish place.

However, Kyle, the protagonist, seemed uninterested, only wiping the sniper rifle in his hands again and again, his movements gentle, as if caressing a lover's skin.

if you can.

Kyle didn't want to leave.

His comrades were celebrating his good fortune; his departure seemed to give them hope of returning home.

However, only Kyle himself knew that it was all meaningless.

It's just going from one hell to another.

After ten years of fighting, Kyle gradually became cold-blooded and numb. Only the life-or-death tension during battles and killings could give Kyle a sense of meaning in life.

Once Kyle left the battlefield, he lost the opportunity to experience all of this.

Kyle could foresee that, upon returning to a peaceful life, he might soon become a mindless zombie who only knew how to eat, sleep, and indulge his desires.

As a proud soldier, Kyle did not want this to be the outcome.

But it's a pity.

Perhaps it was because he failed to win gold at the Military World Games, or perhaps it was due to his involvement in the Anderson incident.

In short, this legendary soldier, who yearned for blood and fire, not only did not receive a letter of consent to continue serving, but was instead ordered to retire early.

"call"

“If you bastards knew me well enough, you would know that this is absolutely nothing to celebrate for me.”

Some roughly reached into their clothes and ripped off the identity badge hanging on their chest.

These are items used by the US military on the battlefield to identify soldiers, and more often, corpses; they are commonly known as "dog tags."

With this dog tag, you can get a $30,000 bounty on the local black market. If you can bring Kyle's head, that number will double.

Staring at the gleaming dog tag in his hand, Kyle suddenly regretted giving the dog tag that had been with him for eight years to Zhao Weihong, whom he greatly admired, at the Military World Games.

Kyle never imagined he would be discharged from the military; he simply wanted to extend his goodwill.

Looking back, this action resulted in losing a keepsake that could be used to reminisce about the past.

As for the dog tags now, they don't have much commemorative significance. It's better to keep them as a way of saying goodbye to my past military life.

He gently placed the dog tag and the sniper rifle he had been with day and night on the table.

Kyle took one last look at his comrades-in-arms with whom he had shared life and death, then turned around and strode toward the helicopter.

On the plane, a man in a suit and tie was sitting. After Kyle sat down, he very proactively extended his right hand.

“It’s an honor to meet you, Mr. Kyle.”

I looked down at this unusually white and tender hand, like that of a young girl.

Kyle did not shake his hand, but spoke without changing his expression.

"I don't remember ever dealing with a sissy like you."

"It does not matter."

Despite Kyle's almost personal attack, the other party did not get angry and maintained his standard, impeccable gentlemanly smile.

"The important thing is that I deeply regret what happened to you."

"Perhaps my appearance can bring new possibilities to your future?"

"For example, becoming a PMC?"

(End of this chapter)