Chapter 93 Make a pot of tea and chat

"Here comes a broken chapter dog who is threatened to be chopped into potato chips. The author's self-salvation Gagen...can chop me into potato chips, but I only want barbecue taste"

"Bastard!"

After He Zhijun received Chen Shanming's report, he slapped the table angrily and stood up immediately: "Call me Yang Miaojun! I'll ask him if he's going against the sky? He dared to disobey orders and open fire without authorization." !?"

"Yes!"

The subordinates led the order to go out.

After a while, He Zhijun's anger disappeared, and he sat back on the chair again. The whole person fell into silence. After a while, he opened the drawer, took out a photo from both sides, and silently looked at the eternally young man in the photo. With a final sigh, he picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"Hey?"

A voice came out of the phone, although it was old, but vigorous and full of energy.

"Uncle, Wei Dong's revenge is avenged!"

He Zhijun spit out such a sentence softly.

"What did you say?"

The person on the other side of the phone was none other than He Chenguang's grandfather, who was also the godfather that Yang Miaojun had just met.

"Weidong's revenge was avenged. Scorpion was killed. Xiaojun chased him desperately, and made Chenguang blow his head off with Weidong's gun."

He Zhijun briefly explained the situation.

"it is good!"

The voice of the old man on the other side of the phone suddenly rose three degrees: "Good! Good! It's really great!"

The old man yelled louder and louder, which attracted the old lady: "Old man, what made you so excited?"

The old man glanced at her, his eyes were red, and his eyes were wet with tears: "You know a good grandson, Xiaojun, and helped Weidong get revenge!"

The old lady's eyes were wide open, and she looked at her wife in disbelief: "What did you say?"

"Xiaojun! Your eldest grandson, Xiaojun, chased and killed Xiezi desperately, and finally created an opportunity for Chen Guang to use the gun Weidong left behind to shoot him in the head, and personally avenged Weidong!"

puff~
The old lady sat down on the ground in shock, tears poured out like a flood in an instant: "What you said is true?"

"Zhijun made a special call to inform, so can it be false?"

"Okay, great, really great."

The old lady was crying and suddenly got up from the top, and ran towards He Weidong's spiritual portrait in a stumbling manner: "Weidong, Weidong! My son..."

Hey~
The old man sighed, then put the phone to his ear: "Zhijun, thank you for telling us the news."

"Uncle, there is one more thing."

On the other side of the phone, He Zhijun's voice sounded again: "This time, Xiaojun violated the J law in order to chase and kill the scorpion..."

"what?"

The old man's eyes widened.

Afterwards, He Zhijun briefly told about Yang Miaojun, and said, "I'll temporarily call him to my office for training, and then..."

Then there is no need to say anything.

Although Yang Miaojun did disobey the order and shoot without permission, he did not make any serious mistakes, let alone killing innocent people, killing captives, surrendering to the enemy and mutiny, etc. , the most wanted criminal, Scorpion, overfulfilled the task.

And whether it was He Chenguang, the number one sniper at the time, Chen Shanming, the military leader of the team, Fan Tianlei, the immediate superior of the Red Blood Cell, or He Zhijun, No. 1 of the Spike Special Forces Brigade, they all had blood feuds with Scorpion.

So after He Zhijun lost his temper, he quickly called the old man.

In addition to reporting the news that the scorpion has been killed, it is still necessary to make the old man mentally prepared and hurry up to establish a relationship.

Although the old man has retired, and it has been ten years, his lifelong military connections, not to mention peaches and plums, are all over the world, but every department, every army, and every level has his old comrades-in-arms, old subordinates, and old guards Members, old students.

He Zhijun, as the chief officer of Yang Miaojun's brigade, is not suitable for activities, so the old man, a retired old man, would be excusable for his grandson to contact his old friends, right?

"This bastard, why is he so courageous?"

Putting down the phone, the old man murmured, the anger in his eyes when he heard Yang Miaojun violated the military law at the beginning has disappeared, and what is left is slowly worried, relieved, and grateful.

"Bastard! Look what you've done!"

At this time, Yang Miaojun had been taken to He Zhijun's office.

"I just did what I had to do."

Seeing that there was only He Zhijun in the office and no one else, Yang Miaojun didn't stand there either. He stood at the desk as a soldier who made a mistake and was criticized and reprimanded. Instead, he found a stool and sat down: " Second Uncle, if you tell me the truth, how many years can you sentence me to?"

He Zhijun was taken aback.

What he originally thought was to reprimand Yang Miaojun, and then wait for the superiors, or when the lawless people came, he could delay the time by reprimanding him indisputably, so that the old man could have more activities.

"Brat, do you know what you did? What's your attitude?"

He Zijun frowned: "You can't just make a note of what happened this time, and if you don't, you'll have to take off all your clothes!"

Yang Miaojun shrugged: "It doesn't matter, let alone take off your clothes, even if you go to a police court and get sentenced for a few years, I'm already mentally prepared!"

"And if I retire at this point, it would be in my favor."

Ok?
He Zhijun frowned even tighter, but it was not the anger just now, but doubts: "What do you mean?"

"Even if there is no such thing as a scorpion, I actually plan to retire next year after my two-year military term is over!"

"Bullshit!"

He Zhijun shouted violently when he heard Yang Miaojun's answer.

"Second uncle, do you have any good tea here? Let's make some tea and have a good chat?"

Yang Miaojun didn't care about this, instead he got up and rummaged around like a bandit.

"You kid, there is something in your words!"

He Zhijun frowned, then pondered for a long time, and guessed: "According to your usual temperament, I'm afraid you are going to make something big again!"

Yang Miaojun, who had just turned over a can of tea, was taken aback, and looked at He Zhijun: "I'll go~ Second Uncle, are you a special soldier or a criminal investigator? How did you analyze it?"

He Zhijun glared at him angrily, and then thought for a while: "Put the tea leaves there for me, I only need this quota for a year!"

Then he picked up his hat: "Want to drink good tea, don't you? Come with me, I will take you to drink good tea."

This time it was Yang Miaojun who was taken aback: "Where are you going?"

"Handsome, where is your grandpa Gao!"

Yang Miaojun's eyes widened: "I'll go~ It's just my matter, wouldn't a boss of this level handle it personally?"

"Hum~"

He Zhijun snorted twice without being curious: "It's just about you? You say it yourself, but when is it a trivial matter for any moth you make?"

If Yang Miaojun simply shot in violation of the order, it is true that he does not need to go to the commander's office, or even after the old man's activities, the inside of Langya, that is, He Zhijun, can take care of it himself. At that time, he will be locked up for a few days, and he will be fined with a demerit penalty. up.

After all, judging from the results, you can also say that he was trying to seize the opportunity to ensure a little bit of actual operational error in the outcome of the battle.

It's as if Li Yunlong reversed the siege and killed the Bantian United Team and attacked Ping'an County, or it seemed that Leng Feng who shot and killed Wuji without authorization before entering the Wolf Warriors, just gave a symbolic punishment and a warning.

But Yang Miaojun suddenly said that he wanted to retire, which is no small matter.

After all, Yang Miaojun is not a mere leader.

"I heard that your kid made a mistake?"

Soon, the two arrived at Gao Shiwei's office, where he and Tan Keng had been waiting for a long time.

"Shouzhang, I brought him to you this time, not for this matter."

Before Yang Miaojun could answer, He Zhijun spoke.

"Ok?"

Gao Shiwei and Tan Keng were taken aback: "What? Is there something more serious than this?"

If it was just Yang Miaojun chasing and killing the scorpion, then as a few of them, the problem would not be a big problem at all.

"Yes, he wants to retire."

He Zhijun nodded, said the matter directly, and then looked at Yang Miaojun: "Don't you want to drink tea and chat? Then you can have a good chat with Deputy Commander Gao and Deputy Commander Tan. I'll make some tea!"

He Zhijun has also been to Gao Shiwei's office many times, so he naturally knows where the tea leaves are kept.

"Boy, come here, sit down and chat with me, an old man, why do you still want to retire?"

Gao Shiwei frowned and exchanged glances with Tan Keng, then waved to Yang Miaojun.

"Yeah, this trivial matter has come to your old place."

Yang Miaojun rolled his eyes and walked over to sit down. When he saw the fruit on the table, he was not polite, so he touched one and took a bite, and then said: "Actually, it's nothing, and you probably know it. Our army aviation brigade said that when I first joined the army, it was actually because I got such a large sum of money suddenly that I was a little scared, so I ran to the army to hide for safety.”

Gao Shiwei and Tan Keng nodded. They knew about this matter. When Yang Miaojun asked for the plane, Lu Hang's number 1 came to report these matters.

"Later, I signed up for the selection of special forces, just to learn those special warfare skills that ordinary troops would never teach, so that I can use it to increase the cost of saving my life in the future."

Yang Miaojun shared his original intention: "So, in fact, when I first started, I was thinking about two years of military service, hiding in the army for safety, and then learning some skills for self-defense and life-saving. When the time comes, I will retire and return to my hometown. With the huge sum of tens of billions of dollars, they live the life of a wealthy and extravagant local tyrant."

Gao Shiwei, Tan Keng, and He Zhijun who found the tea leaves nearby and was cleaning the tea set to make tea, all three of them frowned upon hearing this.

"Then why didn't you just push the boat out when you were in the loyalty assessment?"

He Zhijun asked a question.

If Yang Miaojun had been automatically eliminated and withdrawn from the selection of red blood cells at that time, he would have returned to the original army by this time. Not only would there not be so many things, but it would also be more dangerous, and there would be basically no danger of going to the battlefield.

As for skills... At that time, I had already learned almost the same.

"People are not plants, how can you be ruthless, Second Uncle!"

Yang Miaojun sighed: "I was just dawdling in the recruit company. When I got off the company, the squad leader was very kind to me. In addition, later on, Sister Tang and Brother Niu, although I knew from the beginning that they came with missions, but they But he taught me wholeheartedly, and we got along really well."

Yang Miaojun mentioned a few more names.

"Later, Chenguang and the others met for the first time from the red blood cell hunt and escape assessment, and then participated in the selection with several other comrades in arms. After months of training in hell, they also became close comrades in arms, brothers in life and death, so at that time I also gave up the idea of ​​retiring and going home to be a local tyrant, thinking that it would be good to just stay in the red blood cell for the rest of my life and be with so many brothers who can live and die together."

"After all, here is one of the few places where you can sleep with peace of mind forever, spend every day with peace of mind, without worrying about betrayal or rebellion."

(End of this chapter)

Tap the screen to use advanced tools Tip: You can use left and right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.

You'll Also Like