A shiny black Audi A8 drove into the Provincial Military Region General Hospital. The guards at the gate looked at it intently and saluted neatly.
The car stopped in front of the main building of the ** ward. The secretary, who was sitting in the passenger seat, quickly got out of the car and opened the back door. The old general got out of the car, put his general hat on his head and angrily walked towards the main building door. The secretary held a brown leather briefcase under his arm.
He quickly followed behind without saying a word.
The hospital leader and a group of doctors were coming down from upstairs when they saw the old general hurriedly greeted him and saluted, "Deputy Commander Luo, why are you here?"
Deputy Commander Luo waved his hand angrily: "My old comrade is about to leave. Can't I come? I want to ask you what the conservative treatment you are talking about is about? Do you want to save people to their graves?"
A middle-aged doctor wearing gold-rimmed glasses said: "Deputy Commander Luo, it's not that we haven't tried our best... the patient's physical condition is so poor that all his organs have failed. Now he relies on drugs and ventilators to maintain his life. There is really nothing we can do."
The old general wanted to get angry and a woman rushed down from upstairs crying: "Uncle Luo, you are here, my father wants to see you."
Deputy Commander Luo said sternly: "I'll settle the score with you later!" After saying that, he took his secretary and followed the woman upstairs.
A skinny old man is lying on the bed in the advanced special care sterile ward. His pulse, heartbeat, blood pressure, blood oxygen and other indicators are all displayed on the monitor. His whole body is covered with tubes and wires, and he has an oxygen mask on his face beside the bed.
The two people sitting were wearing full isolation gowns.
Deputy Commander Luo put on a sterile isolation gown and entered the ward. Two other leaders of the Military Region Political Department were also present. They all exchanged glances without shaking hands.
The person lying on the bed saw Deputy Commander Luo coming and weakly raised a finger to point to the chair. Deputy Commander Luo quickly sat down and held the skinny old man's hand and said: "Old political commissar, I'm here. I'm here to see you. Our Northwest Military Region dispatches
You and I are the only two old guys who are here. Don't move and just say whatever you want."
The old man took off the oxygen mask with difficulty and gasped: "I don't have much time left. I came to you today because I have something to say... I have been holding back this matter for thirty years."
The three people at the scene with general stars on their shoulders looked at each other suspiciously and had a premonition that this matter seemed serious.
The old man continued: "Ronald, do you still remember the Wahan Sechin incident thirty years ago?"
Deputy Commander Luo nodded with some emotion and said: "Remember."
The old man coughed twice and said, "I'm tired. Please tell me what happened."
Deputy Commander Luo said: "Thirty years ago, the General Staff organized an overseas operation. The confidentiality level was top secret. It has not been lifted yet. I can only give a rough summary. People from the Second Department and people from the Northwest Military Region formed a special team to go deep into the country to perform missions. Due to a command error,
The mission failed and the entire army was wiped out. The Ranger captain was captured and later returned home, only to be sentenced to death by firing squad by a military court. After the intervention of the Military Commissar, he was dismissed from the military and returned to his hometown."
The other two captains exchanged glances and nodded as if they understood a little bit.
"Originally, I was involved in this operation, but my Pashto language was not up to standard and I was temporarily replaced as a translator from the Military Region Intelligence Department. That person was my eldest brother." Deputy Commander Luo added.
The old man on the bed gasped for a while and said: "Xiao Luo, I called you here today just to tell you... Actually... I am not responsible for the failure of the mission, Lao Guo... I was the one who killed your brother."
Deputy Commander Luo's eyes suddenly widened. He held the old man's hand, squeezed it tightly and asked, "What? What's going on!"
"I made a mistake in the information and got a place name wrong. As a result, the Rangers got into the fortress where the enemy was heavily stationed. I... it's all my fault." As he spoke, a painful expression appeared on the old man's face.
"Why didn't you report it at that time?" Deputy Commander Luo asked, staring into his eyes.
"I... I was about to mention it at that time, so the deputy battalion covered it up for fear of affecting my future. I didn't want to be like this. Over the past thirty years, I have spent thirty-seven lives in suffering. I'm sorry for them. I'm even more sorry for them.
I'm sorry, Lao Guo, because I harmed him and made him suffer unjust injustice." A string of turbid tears rolled out of the old man's dry eyes.
"Forget it, everyone is dead, Old Xu, you should have a good rest." Deputy Commander Luo stood up indifferently.
"No, Lao Guo is not dead, look." The old man pointed to the drawer of the bedside table and said.
Deputy Commander Luo opened the drawer and inside was a small leather bag containing a thick stack of remittance orders that had all been returned.
"Lao Guo is not dead or missing. I concealed his information. I have been sending him money all these years. Do you want to make it up to him...he has never received a penny."
The address on the thick stack of remittance slips was Jiangbei City State-owned Chenguang Machinery Factory. Guo Yuanchao received these old documents, which were so hot and heavy in his hands.
"I'm sorry for Lao Guo, I'm sorry for his thirty-seven brothers. My military uniform is..."
The nurse took the old general's military uniform and the gold stars on his shoulders were shining. The old man touched the epaulettes and collar affectionately and said, "This gold star should belong to Lao Guo."
Suddenly, when he raised his head, his eyes were surprisingly bright: "Ronald, please help me find Lao Guo. I want to have a good chat with him and have a drink, and pay him back everything I have owed him for the past thirty years... cough, cough, cough."
There was a violent cough, and medical staff rushed to rescue him. However, the old man's weak body could not even withstand some necessary medical methods. After fifteen minutes of first aid, it finally failed.
The old man's eyes did not close in the end and were slightly opened, as if he was missing his comrades.
Watching the nurse cover the old man with a white sheet, Deputy Commander Luo and two other senior officers took off their hats and observed a moment of silence. An officer said: "Deputy Commander Luo just recorded Mr. Xu's last words. We have to organize how to deal with them."
Get opinions."
Deputy Commander Luo nodded: "I will report to the military region party committee."
The two put on their hats and saluted and left. Deputy Commander Luo also left the ward and opened the door to the corridor. The sky outside was very gloomy, light rain and hail fell. The old general held the stack of remittance slips and walked into the rain and stood silently for a long time without moving.
Ice rain dripped from the brim of his gold-embroidered hat, and there seemed to be water droplets flashing on his resolute face. I didn't know whether it was rain or tears.
The secretary came over gently and put a military raincoat on the old general's shoulders and said softly: "Deputy commander, be careful of catching a cold."
Deputy Commander Luo took off his raincoat and said, "Go back to the military area."
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In the spacious and bright office, a military flag was erected behind Deputy Commander Luo's seat, and various trophies were placed on the shelf beside the national flag. The certificates were all honors he and his troops had won.
Deputy Commander Luo sat quietly. Mr. Xu's last words touched him greatly. Scenes from more than thirty years ago came into his mind every day and night in the Rangers, whether in the exotic tropical rainforest in the south or in the northwest frontier.
He and his comrades climbed and rolled in the Gobi Desert, fighting life and death, sharing laughter, tears, setbacks and glory...
He opened the drawer and took out a photo hidden in the deepest part. Standing next to him was a man with a resolute face and a straight waist. A group of soldiers carrying automatic rifles and wearing military uniforms without any rank symbols were surrounding him.
The faces on his left and right reflected bravery and determination. One of the faces belonged to today's Deputy Commander Luo.
Deputy Commander Luo sighed and took out his handkerchief to wipe the photo. Suddenly, there was a knock on the office door and an orderly came in with a newspaper and delivered it to the deputy commander's desk.
It is a newspaper run by the military region and the service team will put it out on time every morning. Deputy Commander Luo doesn't like to read the newspaper very much. Apart from poetry and prose, there is really a lack of official articles written by the sour scholars in the military**.
He casually threw the newspaper into the paper tube. Suddenly, Deputy Commander Luo seemed to see something. He knelt down and slowly picked up the newspaper. He opened one of the pages and in the corner there was a photo of an old man wearing a 65-style military uniform with full military exploits.
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The bell in the deputy commander's office rang. The secretary pushed the door open and went in. Deputy Commander Luo said with a cold face: "Prepare the car. I'm going to Jiangbei City."
The secretary hesitated and said, "You still need to take charge of Mr. Xu's funeral."
"I have more important things to do, let others do it."
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It's snowing again, and every corner of the city is covered with white snow. The whole city looks white and flawless, with no trace of ugliness or dirtiness visible.
Several beggars huddled in a ball above the heating pipes at the entrance of the Jin Jijing Huihui International Water Culture Club on Binjiang Avenue to keep warm. Today is the day when Jin Jijinghui opens for business after renovation. Boss Yan was kind enough not only to not chase them away, but also gave each of them a red envelope.
The parking lot is crowded with luxury cars. The splendid exterior wall is covered with vertical banners more than ten meters long, almost covering the entire exterior wall. On them are written uniformly that a certain unit congratulates the splendid opening. If you take a closer look, it is shocking. Public Security Bureau, Procuratorate, Law and Taxation
In addition, all large and medium-sized enterprises in Jiangbei City are also on the list. This is a symbol of great strength. It is really not easy to achieve this step.
Yang Feng was wearing a black leather jacket and looked very handsome. He stood at the door and shook hands with Yan Jinlong: "Brother Jinlong, congratulations on reopening your business to bring in wealth and make great achievements. Both the branch office and the brigade have sent banners. This is a flower basket sent by me personally.
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As he spoke, he motioned to the waiter to take out a huge flower basket from the compartment of his Range Rover. Yan Jinlong was so excited that he held Yang Feng's hand tightly and said, "My brother is interested!"
A voice shouted from behind: "My Brother Long!"
Yan Jinlong was overjoyed when he saw him: "Brother Tiger, you are here."
The two people hugged each other warmly. Yan Jinlong pointed at Yang Feng and introduced: "This is my brother Yang Zi from the Security Brigade. If you come to him for anything in the future, he will definitely handle it beautifully for you."
Mr. Hu grinned and laughed, and he put his hand on Yang Feng's shoulder: "Yang Zi and I are old friends."
Yan Jinlong laughed loudly: "Then you go up and have a few more drinks later."
Master Hu and Yang Feng hooked up and walked to the second floor. As they walked, Master Hu asked, "Have you asked me about that matter?"
Yang Feng said: "I asked the Civil Affairs Bureau and it turns out that those military medals are true, but this person made a mistake and has been expelled from the military. It's no big deal. People like this show off their seniority everywhere, but it's bullshit."
Mr. Hu said: "Then I'm relieved. Mr. Nie has explained. Nowadays, on the Internet, you can find out and expose any big things. I heard that even when you were a child, you didn't wet the bed at what age."
It’s scary how everything can be found out.”
Yang Feng smiled contemptuously: "It's not a big deal. We already have legislation to ban human flesh searches. By the way, you should pay attention to what happens when you do it. Avoid people when you hit them. Don't hit people in the face. It's best not to see blood or internal injuries."
Master Hu raised his thumb and said, "Brother, you are still taller!"