An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

Chapter 247 She Can't Hide
Among the people present, some have wives who are eight months pregnant and about to give birth, some have been newly married for less than half a year, and some have elderly mothers who have suffered strokes and are bedridden and need care... Most of them have elderly parents and young children to support, and who doesn't have someone to worry about?

Furthermore, even if we take a step back and say that we are afraid of death, it is only natural for people to be afraid.

The conference room was eerily quiet.

Downstairs, the logistics department was hanging up lanterns for the Spring Festival in advance, the red silk cloths billowing like waves in the cold wind. In the distance, the hustle and bustle of the Dongdan vegetable market could be faintly heard, vendors hawking sugar melons for the Kitchen God, and young couples carrying New Year's goods squeezed onto the No. 103 trolleybus.

The entire city of Beijing was immersed in the busyness and joy of preparing for the New Year.

Director Ji stared out the window in a daze, suddenly recalling his son's letter from last year—first wishing his father, mother, and elders a happy Spring Festival, then saying that he was doing well, and sharing how they spent the Spring Festival on the front lines, with their regimental commander saying that no matter how difficult the conditions were, they still had to put up a "福" (good fortune) character.

Meanwhile, two thousand kilometers away on the L Mountain front, soldiers were huddled in dripping foxholes, their moisture-proof blankets soggy that half a teacup of water could be wrung out. The water in the gasoline cans was tinged with a rusty color, and the compressed biscuits had clumped together due to dampness, crumbling into red clay fragments when broken open. Y Army artillery continued to block the supply route to the western positions, and the most recent shelling had blasted half of the "Defend the Country and Guard the Border" slogan on the cliff face.

Director Ji snapped out of his reverie, tapped the table twice with his pen, drawing the attention of everyone in the room. His voice was calm and collected: “Yesterday I submitted my application to the Party Committee to go to the front lines. If the application is approved, I will lead the diplomatic liaison team this time.”

He set a good example by taking charge and setting a good example in public.

Then, silence fell over the room once more.

After all, going to the front lines is not child's play. Loud slogans and the appearance of exemplary leaders cannot instantly dispel people's various concerns and make them abandon everything to respond to the call.

A few minutes later, Meng Youyou, who was sitting in the corner, suddenly raised her hand and spoke up, "Director, I would also like to apply to participate."

She was the youngest and least experienced person present, and one of only two girls.

In the evening, Meng Zhengping severely criticized her in his study, saying that she had acted impulsively without thinking, making decisions without considering the consequences.

In fact, her father was right. At that moment, it was indeed a huge impulse that came from nowhere that prompted her to say those words on the spot.

Meng Youyou thought that in this situation, it would take a lot of courage for anyone to make such a decision, and she was no exception, nor was Director Ji.

However, her father's words were not entirely correct. Impulsive as she was, she had thought things through.

Sitting in the corner of the conference room, listening to the section chief analyze the battlefield environment and harsh conditions on the southern border, she suddenly remembered that on the train, they had bought meals and delivered them to the elderly Yang Jianze, and stayed to sit beside him and eat with him.

During the conversation, she casually asked, "Grandpa, why do you keep repeating the phrase 'Houmengmao, Mahoumengmao' when you sleep at night?" Upon hearing this, the old man sighed and stammered out a painful lesson he had learned back then—his company lacked a professional translator and had to rely on a medic who knew a little about basic Burmese to act as the translator.

When the troops urgently needed a guide to lead them across the Japanese blockade, the medic misheard the local elders' "Mengmao" (safe route) as the similarly pronounced "Mengmao" (actually a minefield), causing the troops to go in the wrong direction, triggering the minefield and incurring a Japanese attack, resulting in heavy losses.

Half a century has passed, but the old man still harbors resentment over this matter. When he brings it up again, he is so heartbroken that he almost beats his chest in despair.

Then, Grandpa Yang held her hand tightly, his cloudy eyes shining brightly, and repeatedly instructed her: "The translator's job is very important! The translator is like the artillery telescope for the whole company! If the lens is off by even a mil, the shell might even hit our own people."

If you ever go to a war zone, you must be extremely careful. You can't afford to make any mistakes! You can't afford to make any!

Then, Meng Youyou recalled that on her first night here, she made a huge mistake—she acted rashly and without authorization. Her improper behavior ruined the original meticulous operation plan, and the commander had to adjust the plan on the spot, which resulted in two new recruits being injured in the subsequent operation.

At the time, that person criticized her harshly, calling her "reckless, impulsive, one-dimensional, and extremely stupid." She remembered every word clearly and never forgot it.

Before this, no one had ever so ruthlessly belittled her in front of so many people, practically calling her a piece of trash.

Later, after hearing that the two new recruits had recovered from their injuries and returned to their unit, Meng Youyou asked Zhang Yong to take her to apologize to the two men privately.

The bad consequences have already been caused, and an apology is useless, Meng Youyou knows, but she wants to make her conscience feel a little better.

To everyone's surprise... both soldiers generously and casually replied that it was impossible for soldiers stationed on the frontier to be completely unharmed. Moreover, even if they had acted according to the original plan that day, there was no guarantee that everyone would have escaped unscathed.

They also comforted Meng Youyou, telling her not to feel guilty.

Meng Youyou could actually find a thousand reasons to excuse her mistakes: It wasn't like she came here voluntarily! She was forced into this situation, but it was out of good intentions! She didn't understand the rules and regulations of this unfamiliar environment, and ignorance is no excuse! Who can guarantee that they can do this job well from the start without making any mistakes? ...and so on.

But none of these things could convince her to get over that mental hurdle. How could she possibly be free of guilt?

It is worth noting that one of the soldiers was shot in the right arm during a fierce battle with smugglers that night, resulting in nerve damage. His arm function did not recover well in the short term, and he would feel a dull pain on rainy days. He also found it difficult to hold a gun for a long time or perform large-scale tactical movements. This made it impossible for him to perform front-line combat and patrol missions. Instead, he was put in charge of logistics, material allocation, and communication coordination.

He said his duty and mission is to protect the country and his dream is to guard the southern gateway of the motherland.

This is what Meng Youyou owes him. When the mission truly comes before her, she cannot back down.