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Chapter 563 Writing a Letter? A Suicide Note! [Please Subscribe! Please Vote!]

"Personnel at firing positions, empty your magazines immediately. The safety officer will supervise this!"

"Those remaining on duty, prepare to collect your weapons. Everyone else, proceed to the designated location immediately!"

"Old Zhao, you lead the team over first! The instructor and I will take care of things at the firing range and then head over to assemble!"

Hu Yiming spoke very quickly, his gaze constantly drifting towards the shooting position, showing that he was very nervous.

"Yes!"

"The rest of you! Assemble in front of me!"

After quickly organizing the team, Zhao Weihong led some members of the Second Company towards the designated assembly point.

Hu Yiming, along with the instructor, led the remaining members of the Second Company to gather their weapons, and for a moment they were in a bit of a flurry of activity.

Fortunately, this assembly was not the highest-level "fully armed emergency assembly," otherwise Zhao Weihong would have had to lead people back to get equipment, and after finishing that, she would definitely be the last to arrive at the assembly area, which would have made her look foolish.

"Standing!"

After leading the team to the designated location, Zhao Weihong turned around and looked at Wei Tao and the others in front of the main building.

This wasn't the first time Zhao Weihong had experienced an emergency assembly in the 446th Regiment, but it was the first time she had seen such serious expressions on the faces of Wei Tao and the others.

"Comrades!"

Before Hu Yiming and the others had all arrived, Wei Tao picked up the microphone in front of him and said in a low voice.

"The time has come for the Party and the people to test us!"

That short sentence immediately ignited the enthusiasm of the entire audience.

Hearing this, Zhao Weihong felt her blood rush to her head, and a surge of heroic spirit welled up in her chest!

Zhao Weihong was initially a little worried that she might make a fool of herself during the actual combat, as this was her first time experiencing such a task.

Although Zhao Weihong was very confident in her marksmanship and personal qualities.

But unless you actually experience it, no one can say for sure what will happen or how you will react.

But now, Zhao Weihong feels that she is ready and prepared!
No matter what she will face in the next operation, Zhao Weihong will fight to the end without wavering!
Because he wasn't fighting for himself!

They are fighting for their country! They are fighting for their people!

"Comrades, you must have learned about the specifics of the mission in the past few days!"

"We had plenty of time to prepare this time!"

"The cafeteria will prepare meals as usual at noon, and the driver will inspect the vehicles."

"At four o'clock in the afternoon, we will leave the base on time and head to the mission location!"

"The rest of you, hurry up and write a letter or make a phone call home."

"This mission will last for a long time. While adhering to the confidentiality regulations, we must also explain the situation to our families so that our parents don't worry!"

write a letter?

Hearing Wei Tao's explanation, Zhao Weihong was momentarily stunned.

At this critical juncture, why bother writing a letter?

But seeing Wei Tao's serious and earnest expression, Zhao Weihong belatedly realized.

"Writing a letter" is just a relatively euphemistic way of saying it.

What Wei Tao asked them to write was clearly a will left for his family!

Then look at the reactions of the people in the Second Company of the Red Army: some were shocked, some were indifferent, and some were somewhat timid.

Clearly, many people, like Zhao Weihong, realized the deeper meaning behind Wei Tao's words.

Veteran sergeant Wang Fei reacted very calmly to this, which made Zhao Weihong wonder how many times Wang Fei had gone through such a process.

And how many suicide notes did he leave behind?
"All units, take it back!"

"All officers, assemble before me!"

It wasn't until Wei Tao gave the order to bring them back that Hu Yiming and the others arrived late. They then ran towards Wei Tao's location without stopping, leaving the mess in the company to Zhao Weihong.

"Platoon leader... Platoon leader?"

Upon hearing Wang Fei's call, Zhao Weihong, who had been slightly distracted, finally turned her gaze away from Wei Tao and gave the order.

"turn right!"

"Run and walk!"

The square formations transformed into winding dragons, eventually disappearing into individual camps like dragons entering the sea.

As the surrounding troops gradually disappeared, the sound of the Second Company's running footsteps gradually became clearer.

An orderly and somber atmosphere, tinged with a barely perceptible hesitation, mirrored their current mood.

The moment they finally stepped through the camp gates, the tense atmosphere in the ranks reached its peak.

"Standing!"

Standing at the command post, Zhao Weihong originally intended to give the order to bring them back immediately.

But looking at the faces of the young people in the line, which were barely concealing their inexperience, and their confusion and timidity that they were trying their best to hide, I was struck by their expressions.

Zhao Weihong felt it was necessary to say something.

"Take a break!"

"Tell me about it!"

"Take a break!"

After giving the ranks an impeccable military salute, Zhao Weihong pondered for a moment before speaking in a very easygoing tone.

"I believe many comrades know that I am a newcomer who just arrived at our Second Company this year."

"This is the first time I've ever carried out a similar mission, just like many of the new comrades in the team."

"I was also a complete greenhorn with no experience."

"To be honest, I'm very nervous right now."

"I'm afraid of making mistakes! I'm afraid of embarrassing myself! I'm afraid of losing my life! I'm even more afraid that because of me, my comrades who I spend every day with will get injured or even lose their lives!"

The alarm had long since stopped.

The 446th Regiment's garrison has returned to its former tranquility.

Only Zhao Weihong's increasingly firm voice echoed in the camp, the garrison, and among the distant mountains!

"I want to tell you all, fear is normal! It's not shameful!"

"Not just because it's human nature."

"The more afraid you are, the more it shows that you realize the importance of this operation and the responsibility you are about to shoulder!"

"So, comrades!"

"While we are afraid, we must hold our heads high and march into our battlefield!"

"Because we are soldiers! Soldiers who defend our country and stand tall and upright!"

Zhao Weihong's tone became increasingly impassioned. Waving her hands, she delivered the pre-battle mobilization that should have been the responsibility of the political instructor for the entire Second Company with a do-or-die spirit!
"If we don't step up, are we going to make the ordinary people behind us step up?"

"Comrades are all aware of the dangers of drugs!"

"If we let a criminal escape today, tens of thousands of ordinary people will suffer in the future!"

"For our mission! For the stability of our motherland and our people!"

Even if we're scared, our hands can't tremble!

"Just like our predecessors, for the motherland and the people, we overcame our own humanity, suppressed our physiological instincts, and fought firmly and tenaciously to the last moment!"

"I believe that every comrade from our Second Company and our division who went on this expedition will ultimately return victorious and safe!"

"Attention! Right turn!"

"Return these to your respective classes! Proceed according to plan!"

After saying that, Zhao Weihong took a few steps back and stood in front of the solemn building entrance, watching the soldiers of the Second Company return to the building in an orderly manner to complete their final preparations before setting off!

When the footsteps near the building entrance gradually subsided, Zhao Weihong finally made a move.

He didn't go straight back to his dormitory, but instead walked towards the drying yard, taking out a cigarette from his pocket.

"Hiss."

The fire flickered.

Amidst the rising white mist, Zhao Weihong pulled out her phone and dialed a very familiar number.

The call was answered with just one beep, and Li Ping's surprised yet delighted voice came through.

"Wei Hong? Why are you calling at this hour? Isn't today a workday?!" This was a response from several years ago.

Zhao Weihong then obtained the qualification to carry a telephone with her.

However, he still adhered to the same requirements he had during his recruit days, not contacting his family from Monday to Friday, but only calling each of his family members one by one on Sunday morning to ask about the situation.

Over time, Zhao Jianguo and his wife got used to this routine. Unless something urgent happened, they would not take the initiative to contact Zhao Weihong on weekdays.

Now that Zhao Weihong has suddenly called, Li Ping may appear happy on the surface, but she is incredibly nervous inside.

Because Li Ping knew very well.

An accident is equivalent to an anomaly, and to a situation that is not planned.

This is not a happy thing for Zhao Weihong's profession.

"Mom, it's nothing."

"I'm about to go on a mission. This mission will last a while, and I don't know when I'll be able to contact you. I just wanted to let you and Dad know so that you two won't worry about me at home."

Zhao Weihong smoked a cigarette, speaking very slowly, as if savoring the moment.

Li Ping on the other end of the phone let out a very clear "Ah," and after hesitating for a moment, she tentatively asked Zhao Weihong.

"Son, aren't you a cadre now? You carry your phone with you all the time."

"You can't call home either, can you?"

In fact, this wasn't the first time Li Ping had asked Zhao Weihong similar questions.

But Zhao Weihong still patiently explained.

"Of course! Mom, you know I'm a cadre, so shouldn't you set an example even more?"

“The soldiers in the company don’t even have a phone to hold. If I were to hold the phone all day long and talk non-stop, what kind of behavior would that be!”

Zhao Weihong's explanation seemed reasonable, but it did not satisfy a mother who missed her child.

"Then can we fight secretly, okay?"

"Besides, didn't you just go on a mission a couple of days ago? Why are you going on another mission?"

"I know my son is capable, but we can't expect you to do everything!"

"If this continues, I'll have to have a serious talk with your godfather."

"You're not even married yet. If you ruin your health, how am I supposed to be a grandmother?"

Li Ping's ability to think divergently is truly remarkable.

Before Zhao Weihong knew it, the conversation had drifted to Deputy Chief Wei and the topic of "becoming a grandmother."

This left Zhao Weihong both amused and exasperated, so she had no choice but to change the subject.

"Alright, Mom, what is all this nonsense?"

"Where's my dad? He's not with you."

"Your dad? Don't mention him to me!"

Li Ping became immediately excited when Zhao Jianguo was mentioned.

"He's the village chief now! A very busy man!"

"He even bought a suit the other day? Wearing leather shoes, he looked like a big boss, not a bit like a farmer!"

"I was called to a meeting in the township early this morning, and there's still no word from me. I don't even know if I'll be back for lunch."

"Wei Hong, let me tell you, you can't be like your father in the future!"

"No matter how busy you are, you can't forget the people around you, you know?"

“Jing Shu looks like an honest girl and wouldn’t want to cause you any trouble.”

"The more this is the case, the more we need to be aware of it, treat others well, and be considerate in everything we do. That's the bare minimum."

"Remember?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Weihong stubbed out her cigarette, held the phone, and nodded with a smile.

"Okay, okay, Mom, I understand."

"I'll call Jingshu in a bit."

"Don't wait any longer! Start now!"

It was clear that Li Ping was indeed eager to become a grandmother. After giving a few brief instructions, she immediately hung up the phone.

"You and Jingshu should have a good talk and find some time this year to go home and visit your family."

"You don't need to worry about your father, just focus on what you need to do."

"It's all his fault for running around like that all the time. When he comes back, I'm going to give him a good scolding!"

"Alright, Wei Hong, you may be busy, but you need to take good care of yourself."

"toot toot"

After standing quietly by the drying yard for a while, Zhao Weihong finally turned on her phone and entered Lin Jingshu's phone number.

To be honest, Zhao Weihong wasn't sure she could get in touch with her.

To be honest, Lin Jingshu is much busier than Zhao Weihong. She is involved in a classified project. Since her internship, Zhao Weihong has only spoken to her two or three times, and it was Lin Jingshu who took the initiative to call her. And it was always very late. Once, she called in the early hours of the morning.

If Zhao Weihong hadn't been so alert while sleeping, she probably would have missed even these few rare phone calls.

really.

When I called, the message was always "The phone is switched off".

This happened three times in a row.

Seeing this, Zhao Weihong thought for a moment and dialed another number.

"Hello? Wei Hong?"

"Hahaha, I knew you should have called me!"

"So, are your papers all ready?"

"When are you planning to go back to school? I'll personally take you to the National University of Singapore for your thesis defense!"

Perhaps because he hadn't seen Zhao Weihong for a long time, Yan Wenyuan's voice was somewhat excited, no longer as refined as usual.

In fact, Yan Wenyuan, sitting in his office, was even feeling a little smug!
Wei Hong really hasn't forgotten me, the principal!

I told you so! That old bastard Xie Guoliang still wants to monopolize a talent like Wei Hong?
That's pure wishful thinking!

He schemed and plotted, shamelessly begging to become Wei Hong's teacher, and then what?

Wei Hong still has to call me Principal, right?
"Principal, I was actually planning to talk to you about my dissertation defense."

"But you'll have to wait until I get back."

"Ok?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Wenyuan raised an eyebrow and asked in surprise.

"What do you mean? You're going on a mission?"

"Yes."

“It’s still quite a while, and I’m worried that when Jing Shu has some free time, she won’t be able to contact me and she’ll be concerned.”

"I was just thinking of asking you to come and see if you could pass on a message to her or her teacher, so that she doesn't have to worry about me."

Upon hearing this, Yan Wenyuan didn't rush to say anything, but instead started typing away on the keyboard.

After about two or three minutes, Yan Wenyuan finally spoke with a somewhat solemn expression.

"I was wondering why you would ask me to pass on a message out of the blue."

“I didn’t see you put on this kind of show during your drills a couple of days ago.”

"Wei Hong, are you going to the southwestern border?"

"If all else fails, I'll ask Wei."

"headmaster."

Before Yan Wenyuan could finish speaking, Zhao Weihong interrupted him calmly.

"I know what you mean."

"But some things, in the end, someone has to do them."

"In that case, it doesn't matter whether this person is Zhao Weihong or someone else's son."

"What difference could there be?"

(End of this chapter)