A generation of soldiers begins with Feng Yuxiu traveling through time and space with Xu Sanduo

Chapter 215 The Chief's Attention

Cheng Cai walked out of the office building looking completely lost, like a walking corpse, wandering aimlessly.

His eyes were empty and lost, unfocused, and his steps were unsteady, as if he were just a shell of a body whose soul had been ripped away.

Cheng Cai has consistently performed exceptionally well in Old A's training and assessments.

His performance was outstanding among the team members, and his score consistently ranked in the top three.

Before embarking on this mission, filled with confidence and pride, he wrote a letter home to his father.

In the letter, he excitedly announced his achievement to his father, saying that he had finally become his father's pride and would no longer have to be overshadowed by that old scoundrel Xu.

He imagined his father receiving the letter and standing tall in the village, a proud smile on his face.

However, reality struck him like a harsh slap, mercilessly waking him from his beautiful fantasy.

At this moment, all his previous bold words and full confidence vanished like smoke in an instant.

Seeing Cheng Cai's distraught appearance, Wu Zhe approached him with concern and asked softly, "What exactly did you say?"

Cheng Cai looked at the people around him, forcing out a smile that was more like a grimace, his voice filled with despair and self-mockery: "I've been brought back to reality."

"Huh?" Wu Zhe didn't react for a moment, and a puzzled look appeared on his face.

Cheng Cai suddenly became agitated, his voice rising sharply to almost a roar: "A Battalion, it's over! I'm going back to my old unit, the Fifth Platoon of the Third Company, completely wiped out! I'm finished!!"

After shouting, he rushed out with a look of utter despair on his face, his back view filled with despair and resentment.

Watching Cheng Cai's departing figure, everyone felt a heavy weight in their hearts, and a sense of oppression permeated the air.

Wu Zhe took a deep breath, turned to look at Feng Yuxiu, whose face was as calm as a lake, without the slightest ripple, and who did not say a word.

Just then, Qi Huan suddenly pushed open the door and shouted, "Next, Wu Zhe!"

Wu Zhe remained silent for a moment, gathered his thoughts, and walked in with firm steps.

Yuan Lang looked at Wu Zhe standing in front of him, his tone becoming serious and earnest: "Wu Zhe, I hope you will use your unconventional thinking more for innovation, rather than breaking the rules."

Wu Zhe immediately assumed a straddle stance and calmly replied, "Thank you for the reminder."

Railway looked at Wu Zhe and began to summarize: "Comrade Wu Zhe, in the past month of getting to know you and observing you, we have no doubt about your abilities and talents. You are the talent we have been searching for. Therefore, we sincerely hope that you can become a member of our brigade. Here, your talents will surely be fully utilized, and you will create a brilliant future. Of course, we will also spare no effort to provide you with all favorable conditions so that you can better display your abilities."

Wu Zhe stared ahead expressionlessly, but his eyes revealed a hint of indifference and detachment.

His gaze slowly met Yuan Lang's, his eyes containing an undisguised disgust.

Yuan Lang lowered his eyes slightly, avoiding Wu Zhe's gaze, and the entire conference room fell into an eerie silence.

The reviewing officers exchanged glances, but no one spoke, and the atmosphere grew increasingly tense.

Wu Zhe raised his head, breaking the suffocating silence: "No objections at all?"

Railway slowly shook its head, but a hint of expectation was revealed in its eyes.

Talented individuals like Wu Zhe often possess unique ways of thinking, which are destined to clash with the traditional concepts of the military.

“Then, I have it.” Wu Zhe spoke calmly, his voice not loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet conference room.

Yuan Lang glanced sideways, unconsciously straightening his posture, his eyes revealing a hint of curiosity and attention.

In this era, Wu Zhe, who holds two master's degrees in optoelectronics, has an absolute advantage in terms of academic qualifications in the military.

His thinking represents the views and ideas of a new generation, and his persistence to this day clearly indicates that he has his own purpose.

Wu Zhe took a deep breath and slowly said, "I will submit my objections in writing, and I hope to appeal to a higher-level unit. In it, I will explain in detail why I have lost faith in this unit. I cannot accept such instructors who trample on other people's ideals and beliefs at will, and then use their so-called veteran experience to instruct new recruits. They aim to eliminate soldiers, ruthlessly weeding out those soldiers full of hope and dreams. And most importantly, I am now a major."

Yuan Lang smiled and asked, "What's wrong, Major?"

Wu Zhe slightly raised his chin, his neck unconsciously straightening, and a hint of pride in his eyes: "Major and lieutenant colonel are only one step apart. I am still so young. While I still have ideals and pursuits, I want to pursue my own ideals."

Deep down, Wu Zhe always felt that the training methods of this unit were too cruel and unreasonable, and he found the condescending attitude of the veterans even more unbearable.

He always imagined everything to be too beautiful and idealistic, but here, he felt the shattering of his ideals.

Under the immense pressure of the week, his thinking became sluggish, and the only thought in his mind was to sleep. This profound emptiness and desolation filled him with fear and confusion. The railway official's expression turned serious, his tone stern: "Comrade Wu Zhe, this is not a dissent, but an accusation."

The impact and consequences of a major's accusation are not to be underestimated, and even Yuan Lang fell silent at this moment.

Yuan Lang looked at the energetic and proud major in front of him and slowly said, "Wu Zhe, your dislike for me stems from my trampling on other people's ideals and beliefs. But in my heart, what I cherish most are precisely these ideals and beliefs."

Wu Zhe's face was full of disbelief, and his eyes revealed a hint of disdain.

Yuan Lang stood up, looking at Wu Zhe with a firm gaze: "Who do you think performed the best in yesterday's exercise?"

"Xu Sanduo, of course it's him. In a situation where all hope was lost, he undoubtedly brought the perseverance of the Chinese People's Liberation Army to its extreme," Wu Zhe answered without hesitation.

Yuan Lang said in a deep voice, "In the most desperate situation, he did not back down at all, but instead charged forward bravely. In an even more realistic and cruel environment, he was still able to make such the right choice. An old soldier I admire once said, 'I have exhausted all my efforts but dare not presume to talk about victory. I only want my troops to die fewer on the battlefield.' This is a soldier's humanity. It is indeed only one step away from major to lieutenant colonel, but I want to add something to that step for you."

Wu Zhe fell completely silent, his heart filled with intense struggle.

"Xu Sanduo never complained, nor did he ever express any dissatisfaction. He always moved forward steadfastly! Forward! Forward! From this test, he did not feel the slightest disappointment in the army. He knew that even if death lay ahead, he was fearless and did his best to protect his comrades. You say I trampled on ideals and beliefs, but what about him?"

Wu Zhe took a deep breath, slowly lowered his head, and the dissatisfaction and doubt in his heart gradually dissipated.

"Wu Zhe, can you stay in Team A?" Yuan Lang asked in a deep voice.

Silence enveloped the entire conference room, while the wind howled outside the window, carrying the scent of willow branches and grass.

Wu Zhe raised his head, his eyes resolute, and said, "Yes, Lieutenant Colonel!"

"Next!"

After Wu Zhe left, Tie Lu smiled with satisfaction: "See? This is the clash between the old and the new. This talent will probably be hard to manage in the future."

Yuan Lang smiled, his eyes gleaming: "I like this kind of challenge. Do you know why? Once this kind of person is determined, he will be an extremely reliable comrade-in-arms."

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Feng Yuxiu stood straight in the center of the conference room. At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on him, including the battalion commander Tie Lu. Moreover, an unfamiliar officer was sitting to Tie Lu's right.

Feng Yuxiu glanced at the other person's epaulets subconsciously, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

The epaulettes were golden yellow with red trim on both sides, and the background was decorated with embroidered golden branches and leaves and a golden star.

Feng Yuxiu was startled. Such shoulder insignia represented an extremely high military rank. How could a leader of such rank appear here?

In Feng Yuxiu's mind, this was just a routine audit. The Old A Brigade was just a special forces brigade under the Beijing Military Region. Logically, such a high-ranking leader should not be involved.

Special forces are divided into strategic, operational, and tactical levels. The Old A Brigade is positioned as a special forces unit that highly simulates the combat level of foreign militaries. Its purpose is to enable other grassroots units to better identify their own shortcomings when confronting them, thereby improving their combat capabilities. It belongs to the operational level of special forces.

There is really no reason for such a high-ranking leader to be present at such a simple group assessment.

Yuan Lang looked at Feng Yuxiu, his tone becoming gentle and cautious: "Xu Sanduo, your performance in this assessment exercise has indeed shocked us, you could say it has been quite alarming."

Railway even turned slightly to the side, leaning forward a little, and sat down next to the leader with a somewhat humble posture.

"In previous exercises and assessments, we have never seen a soldier as brave as you. I don't even know how to evaluate you. You have single-handedly shattered our traditional perception of special forces soldiers. You are a born warrior, a pure soldier." The commander's voice was calm and powerful, echoing in the conference room.

Feng Yuxiu remained straddling, listening calmly and steadily, but a slight ripple stirred within him.

"You are a sharp sword. We started observing you before you joined the Old A. The first time we paid attention to you, you had been a recruit for less than a year. You decisively saved two squad leaders from being beaten up by thugs. Those were Shi Jin and Wu Liuyi."

"Later on, we discovered that you were not only terrifyingly strong in individual combat skills, but your mindset and behavior also exceeded the scope of ordinary soldiers."

"In saving people time and time again, you have taken down no less than a reinforced platoon of criminals."

"We want to know your views on the concept of serving the people? When the people of the motherland need you, are you ready to step forward without hesitation and become the nation's sharpest weapon?!"

After Yuan Lang finished asking his question, a faint echo reverberated throughout the conference room.

Even the leader slowly raised his head and focused his gaze on Feng Yuxiu.

How would he answer?

(End of this chapter)