Who taught you to be a soldier like this!

Chapter 588

Following Zhao Weihong's gaze, the soldiers' enthusiasm instantly died down upon seeing the figure that resembled an old farmer.

Having trained on the anti-drug front for so long, most of the soldiers on duty have developed a pair of "eagle eyes".

With just a glance, one can make a pretty accurate judgment about whether the other person has any problems.

However, the figure that Zhao Weihong ordered them to follow was far too ordinary.

Honest, simple, and taciturn, he was holding a sickle that had been exposed to the elements.

The only thing worth noting is the rattan basket woven from vines on its back.

But for the local people, this is a "decoration" they always bring when they go to work in the fields.

The soldiers didn't believe that anyone would so brazenly transport contraband.

However, Zhao Weihong had already given the order.

Even with many doubts in their hearts, all they could do was follow along quietly.

After silently following for a distance, Zhao Weihong saw that the other party still seemed to be heading into the mountains, so she immediately stepped forward and uttered the words that had once made the entire 347th Regiment, no, the entire Liaodong Military Region, "tremble with fear"!

"Comrade! Please wait!"

Regardless of how the "old farmer" on the other side reacted after hearing this.

Upon hearing this, the soldiers standing beside Zhao Weihong were shocked and immediately looked at her with terrified eyes!

For a fleeting moment!

They felt that this familiar "living father" was like a completely different person.

They became the "white-headed turtles" that grassroots soldiers hated most!

This shouldn't be!
I've never heard of disciplinary inspectors being promoted.
Besides, judging from the way Zhao Weihong spoke those words, people would believe he was the head of the military affairs section!

Could it be that this father actually worked in the military?
Just as the soldiers stood there, lost in their own thoughts,

The old farmer, who had been stopped by Zhao Weihong, turned around and looked at Zhao Weihong and his men, who were armed with guns. He showed a very obvious look of fear and opened his mouth to speak a series of words in the local dialect.

Zhao Weihong listened carefully for a long time, but still couldn't understand what the other person was saying, so she could only look at the soldiers beside her.

Upon seeing this, an armed police officer familiar with the local situation immediately understood and "translated" for Zhao Weihong.

"Platoon leader, he asked us what we wanted by stopping him."

“He didn’t do anything wrong; he’s just a local resident.”

Upon hearing this, all the soldiers except Zhao Weihong showed obvious disappointment.

Sure enough, these were local villagers who, for some reason, had wandered into this desolate place that Zhao Weihong had chosen.

If someone truly had something to hide, why would they waste time talking to them? They would either turn and run away or draw their weapons and fight to the death.

However, after hearing these words, Zhao Weihong's expression remained calm as always, and she simply gave instructions to the armed police officer.

"Ask him what he's planning to do in the mountains?"

The words fell.

The armed police officer immediately began to speak with the old farmer in a somewhat broken dialect, using a combination of words and gestures, before reporting back to Zhao Weihong.

He said it was the end of April and he was going to go to the mountains to pick mushrooms.

"They also said this is the first batch of mushrooms this year, and the best quality."

It was clear that Zhao Weihong was the leader.

The old farmer took off his wicker basket and opened it for Zhao Weihong and the others.

His actions alerted the soldiers around him, but the open wicker basket contained no weapons or explosives as they had expected, only some scattered food and plain water in a large plastic cup.

"alert."

After giving instructions to the soldiers beside him, Zhao Weihong stepped forward and conducted a thorough examination of the old farmer.

However, apart from the food in the wicker basket and the sickle in the old farmer's hand, the old farmer had nothing else on him, let alone any contraband or firearms.

This scene naturally caught the attention of the other soldiers as well.

Zhao Weihong could clearly feel that the doubts and distrust contained in the gazes directed at her back were becoming increasingly apparent.

no way.

This was not the unit that Zhao Weihong had personally trained.

Even though the Sixth Company was among them, Zhao Weihong was not a cadre of the Sixth Company. In fact, within the 347th Regiment, the Sixth Company and the Second Company were in a true competitive relationship.

Under these circumstances, even knowing Zhao Weihong's abilities, they still couldn't fully and unconditionally trust her.

The fact that the old farmer behaved completely normally only intensified the soldiers' suspicions about Zhao Weihong.

However, Zhao Weihong, who was clearly aware of this, said nothing. She simply helped the old farmer pack the wicker basket, her right hand twitching slightly, but she did not raise it.

"Thank you for your cooperation. Please be careful when you go into the mountains."

After the armed police officer relayed the message to the other party, the old farmer immediately showed a simple and honest smile, and took out a boiled potato from his wicker basket and handed it to Zhao Weihong.

Zhao Weihong naturally declined the offer.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Zhao Weihong stood there, watching the old farmer's back as he walked away, his steps uneven, until he gradually disappeared into the undulating mountains.

Just when all the soldiers thought that today's operation was about to end in failure.

Zhao Weihong's calm and composed voice rang out again in their ears.

"Now we'll begin the shift change."

“You, you, and you, stay here with me and continue to stake out the area until the comrades who are taking over arrive before you go back.”

"Tell the team again to have Platoon Leader Chen Zheng come over. There are some things I need to tell him in person."

He casually left behind the armed police officer who helped translate the dialect, as well as two soldiers from the Sixth Company.

Zhao Weihong gave a few simple instructions, which were like a bolt from the blue for the exhausted soldiers!
Judging from Zhao Weihong's words, will this ineffective stakeout continue?
Isn't this just a pointless waste of time?
The soldiers looked at each other, their eyes full of complaints and opinions.

However, due to Zhao Weihong's prestige, they could only complain in their hearts at most, but dared not express it to her face.

However, after returning to the temporary camp and encountering their familiar leaders, these soldiers, who had been busy for more than ten hours in vain, had something to say!
"Platoon leader, why don't you talk to Platoon Leader Zhao and tell him I won't be going to the next stakeout he's organizing!"

"I'm still on duty with my brothers in the squadron, following the old plan."

"Do you think it's okay?"

Hear this.

Qian Wanli, who already held a conservative attitude towards Zhao Weihong's new plan, immediately frowned and hurriedly asked the soldier who was pouring out his grievances about it.

"what happened?"

"Don't be anxious, speak slowly!"

Don't underestimate Qian Wanli just because he's only a platoon leader in the armed police force.

However, after leading the team for this period of time, Qian Wanli had already established considerable prestige in this temporarily formed team by virtue of his own abilities and his style that was well-liked by the grassroots soldiers.

Seeing that he seemed to be going to "back them up," the soldiers, who were holding back their grievances and anger, immediately started complaining one after another!
"Platoon leader, it's not that we're unwilling to cooperate with Platoon Leader Zhao's work."

"But he was really... a bit delusional!" "The place he took us to was not only remote, but also completely unremarkable!"

"After squatting for more than ten hours, the only person we found was a local villager who had come into the mountains."

"Even so, Platoon Leader Zhao went up and questioned the fellow villager thoroughly, which terrified him!"

Upon hearing this, Qian Wanli frowned and immediately rebuked him!
"Fellow villager? What fellow villager?"

"How many times have I told you! Don't let your guard down just because of their attire!"

"Our targets aren't just burly, tattooed, and menacing-looking muscular men!"

"Women, the elderly, and even children could be targets we need to be wary of in this operation, and they may be far more cunning and ruthless than the average man!"

"How many times have I emphasized this to you? You still have the nerve to come and complain to me?"

"Get out, get out! All of you, get out! If you don't want to rest, then go run ten kilometers!"

Upon hearing this, the soldiers surrounding Qian Wanli scattered like birds and beasts, no longer daring to complain, and each of them slipped away faster than rabbits.

However, after everyone had left, Qian Wanli's brows remained furrowed, and he walked heavily toward his and Chen Zheng's dormitory.

Before Qian Wanli could even enter, he bumped into Chen Zheng, who was fully armed and heading towards the door.

Obviously.

Chen Zheng has already received the news and is preparing to go to Zhao Weihong's place to "take over the reins".

"Old Chen, don't rush out yet, I have something to discuss with you."

Seeing Qian Wanli's serious expression, Chen Zheng sighed, seemingly guessing what Qian Wanli wanted to say.

"Old Qian, this is only the first day."

"Haven't we also had no harvest these past few days?"

"Old Zhao is new here. No matter what you think, we should give him some time and trust."

"I know!"

Qian Wanli waved his hand, his intense tone carrying a sense of seriousness and impatience.

"But you should have seen it too!"

"The brothers at the grassroots level are starting to have complaints!"

"Regardless of my stance, this isn't a good thing for Lao Zhao himself!"

It is clear.

Qian Wanli's attitude of trying his best to protect Zhao Weihong in front of the soldiers was only because of Zhao Weihong herself.

Qian Wanli still held little hope for Zhao Weihong's plan.
"All things considered, this operation only has one month left!"

"Even if we support Lao Zhao's work, we need to have a clear deadline, right?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Zheng pursed his lips, remained silent for a moment, and then sharply retorted with a question.

"Then what do you mean?"

"Tell Lao Zhao the truth!"

"We can cooperate with his work, but not unconditionally!"

"Three days... never mind, five days. If there are no results within that time, then we'll have to re-discuss our next steps!"

"The location that Lao Zhao chose must be the place he thought was most likely to encounter drug traffickers."

"If nothing is gained under these circumstances, is there any point in fully implementing his plan?"

Looking at Qian Wanli's resolute expression.

After a not-so-short silence, Chen Zheng finally nodded slowly.

Not long after.

The "shift team" led by Chen Zheng met with Zhao Weihong.

When the replacement finally arrived, the three exhausted soldiers, who had been left behind by Zhao Weihong, quickly climbed into the carriage after consulting Zhao Weihong's opinion.

Chen Zheng stood before Zhao Weihong, his mind in turmoil, pondering how to convey Qian Wanli's attitude to her.

However, Zhao Weihong did not give him a chance to speak.

"Old Chen, there's something you need to know."

After saying that, Zhao Weihong gave Chen Zheng a detailed introduction to the old farmer she had just met.

Seeing Zhao Weihong's serious expression, Chen Zheng also became more concerned.

Regardless of any disagreements regarding work direction.

Both Qian Wanli and Chen Zheng, like Zhao Weihong, were equally wary of everyone who appeared near the border.

"Regardless of whether this person comes back or not, we must contact the police to check his identity."

"But don't alarm him yet. Let's play the long game and catch the big fish!"

"My gut feeling tells me that something's not right about this person!"

If it were someone else, they would use some kind of "intuition" or "sixth sense" to give Chen Zheng a serious analysis.

Chen Zheng probably just rolled his eyes at him!
However, Chen Zheng still valued Zhao Weihong's intuition very much.

For no other reason than that Chen Zheng had personally witnessed just how sharp Zhao Weihong's intuition was!

"Okay! I'll contact the police right now and let you know as soon as I have any news!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Weihong smiled at Chen Zheng and walked towards the green truck parked not far away, preparing to return to the camp for a short rest.

After returning, Zhao Weihong met with Qian Wanli.

Perhaps out of consideration for Zhao Weihong's hard work all day, Qian Wanli didn't say much or express his opinion to Zhao Weihong. Instead, he had a meal with Zhao Weihong and then urged her to rest.

However, Zhao Weihong had just taken off her coat, lay down on the bed, and was preparing to wash up briefly before resting.

Then Qian Wanli, with a complicated expression, held a printed photo and an A4 sheet of paper, and asked directly.

"Old Zhao, take a look first."

"Is this the fellow villager you met?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Weihong immediately looked at the photo in Qian Wanli's hand, and almost the instant her gaze fell upon it, she nodded without hesitation!
"Yes, it's him!"

Seeing Zhao Weihong's attitude, so resolute.

Qian Wanli's expression suddenly became increasingly strange.

"This person is indeed a fellow villager, but the situation is somewhat complicated and suspicious."

"Years ago, this man found a wife from abroad, but she ran away and her whereabouts are unknown."

"He had a son, and according to people who know him, he hasn't come back for many years. I heard he's working abroad."

(End of this chapter)