Chapter four hundred and eighteen retelling the past
A military police lieutenant colonel with a cold face walked up to the brothers with sonorous and powerful steps. His sharp, knife-like eyes seemed to penetrate their tattered clothes and penetrate deep into the hearts of the brothers.
Although the brothers had narrowly escaped death in the battlefield, their momentum weakened in front of the serious-looking military police lieutenant colonel.
The veteran platoon leader complained in his heart: "I have been so unlucky for eight lifetimes that I encountered these evil stars."
Although he complained in his heart, the veteran platoon leader was also experienced. He clicked his feet together and raised his hands to salute the military police lieutenant colonel in a standard military salute: "Hello, sir!"
The brothers around him were frightened by the armed military police. Seeing the actions of the veteran platoon leader, they also hurriedly raised their hands and saluted.
"Battle Commander Zhao, these guys took advantage of their numbers to commit murder in the street and beat up my driver. You military police should arrest them quickly."
Seeing the military police lieutenant colonel arriving, the young man in a suit and leather suit complained first and spoke first.
"It's obvious that you drove without looking at people and almost hit them, and you even scolded us..." The brothers all had rough tempers, and they immediately started shouting, but were scolded by the veteran platoon leader.
The lieutenant colonel of the military police looked at the young man with oily hair and powdery face. A hint of disgust flashed across his face, and then he said seriously: "Master Zhang, please be patient. It won't be too late to arrest him after I investigate clearly."
"Tell me your unit number and commander's name?" the military police lieutenant colonel turned around and began to interrogate the brothers with a dark face.
The veteran platoon leader knew that it was extremely difficult to escape at this time, so he bit the bullet and replied: "Sir, we are from the 301st Regiment of the 151st Brigade of the 74th Army, and our regiment leader is..."
The identification badges worn by the brothers were so stained with blood and mud that they could not be seen clearly. They announced their homes, and the onlookers suddenly realized that they were a heroic unit fighting against Japanese invaders.
The fierce-looking military police around them softened their expressions after hearing the brothers' words, and lowered their muzzles. They admired these brothers the most on the battlefield, but they had no choice but to guard the place and maintain order and military discipline.
"Why are you beating people in the street? Didn't your commander teach you military discipline?!" the military police lieutenant colonel asked with a stern expression.
Seeing this, the veteran platoon leader gritted his teeth and told the whole story, while the military police lieutenant colonel's face became more and more serious.
"Although there are reasons for the incident, as soldiers of the party and the country, you should abide by your duties, abide by military disciplines, and behave appropriately at this time of national crisis—"
The Lieutenant Colonel of the military police scolded the brothers, but soon changed the subject and said: "But since you are the first to offend, I will not pursue it this time, and it will not be the same next time!"
Although the military police lieutenant colonel looked full of fierceness, the brothers thought they would be taken back to jail and were just trying to escape like this, but what happened was beyond their expectations.
"Thank you for your insight, sir!" the veteran platoon leader excitedly saluted the military police lieutenant colonel again.
"Captain Zhao, do you know what you are doing! You are conniving and covering up privately, be careful I will sue you..."
When the young man in suits and ties saw that the matter was handled so lightly, he immediately started shouting with dissatisfaction.
"Mr. Zhang, please respect yourself. Our military police battalion handles matters and does not allow you to point fingers -"
"You -" Young Master Zhang was used to being arrogant. He almost lost his temper when he heard this. He pointed at the Military Police Lieutenant Colonel and said fiercely: "Okay, you, wait!"
"Mr. Zhang, let me remind you, next time if your people dare to speak rudely and insult our revolutionary soldiers, it will not be as simple as beating him up. I will kill him myself!"
"Okay, Mr. Zhao, you wait!" Mr. Zhang kicked the driver whose face was covered with blood and shouted angrily: "Let's go!"
The young man named Zhang walked away in despair with his driver, but the veteran platoon leader became worried. The incident was caused by them, and he did not expect that it would end up like this.
At this moment, deputy commander Yang Ling got the news and rushed over. When he saw the neat military police, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.
These military policemen are all vicious masters, and anyone who commits crimes in their hands will suffer death. Yang Ling was mentally prepared, but when he walked up to him, he found that the military police officers were old acquaintances.
"Zhao Wenbin?" Yang Ling shouted involuntarily when he saw the cold-faced military police lieutenant colonel.
Zhao Wenbin was about to turn around and leave when he heard someone calling his name. He turned around and saw the dirty Yang Ling, with a smile on his eyebrows: "Brother Yang——"
Yang Ling had just come off the battlefield. He didn't even have a change of clothes. He was still wearing the blood-stained military uniform. His skin had become dark and rough because of all the fighting on the battlefield.
On the other hand, Zhao Wenbin's military boots were polished, his military uniform was neat and clean, and he had gained a lot of weight, which made Yang Ling sigh.
The two shook hands excitedly, and received another warm bear hug from their comrades. This made the brothers around him breathe a sigh of relief. It turned out that the regimental deputy from home knew each other, so no wonder he let himself and others go.
"Brother Zhao, Lieutenant Colonel of the Military Police, your future is limitless." Yang Ling said with a smile.
Zhao Wenbin also punched Yang Ling teasingly and said: "I thought you were taken care of by the Japanese, but I didn't expect that you became a colonel. You really belong to me."
"Where are you hanging out now? There is no news since we separated." Zhao Wenbin asked with concern.
Zhao Wenbin and Yang Ling once fought against the Japanese in a trench in Jiangyin. Although they belonged to different troops, they had a life-long friendship. During the turbulent years of war, they never expected to meet here.
Yang Ling's face was full of confusion: "I am in the 74th Army now, why didn't you return to your original army and become a military policeman here?"
"It's a long story. I'll explain it later when I have time. Your 74th Army did a good job this time. Brother, my hands are itchy and I want to go up and beat the little devil."
Yang Ling sighed and said, "Oh, I fell short, so I won't mention it anymore."
Military police battalion commander Zhao Wenbin knew the whole story of the Battle of Lanfeng, so he naturally knew that Yang Ling and the others were unwilling to give in. He patted Yang Ling on the shoulder and comforted him: "Brother Yang, it doesn't matter if the little devil escapes this time, we will deal with them all one day."
Zhao Wenbin changed the topic in time, pointed at the veteran platoon leader and the others and said, "Are these your brothers?"
Yang Ling nodded, knowing that Zhao Wenbin was about to get down to business.
"You brothers are all good-blooded men. You are brave enough to take action. You beat up the man named Zhang. It finally relieved me of my bad temper. I feel good."
Although Yang Ling didn't know why Zhao Wenbin said this, he still helped to intercede: "Brother Zhao, can you look at my face and spare these guys this time? I promise to go back and take care of them."
Zhao Wenbin laughed: "Brother Yang, you are worrying too much. How can I be the indiscriminate person? Let the brothers go and have fun. With our military police brothers looking after us, no one dares to cause trouble."
Hearing this, Yang Ling finally breathed a sigh of relief. In this unfamiliar place, he could only suffer from the pain of being in the hands of the military police.
But fortunately, he met an old acquaintance, Zhao Wenbin, and the matter was finally over. He turned around and smiled at the veteran platoon leaders and said, "Why are you still standing there? Go ahead and do what you have to do."
"Brother Zhao, let's go. I'll buy you a drink. We two brothers haven't seen each other for almost half a year."
"Isn't it? It's been more than half a year."
Zhao Wenbin was also in a good mood, rarely happy. He waved to his group of military police brothers and told them to patrol by themselves, while he and Yang Ling went into a street pub to drink and reminisce.