A charming military wife travels back to the 1960s, escaping famine across five provinces before finally reaching the cavalry regiment at the foot of the Qilian Mountains, where she begins her life...
"Okay, okay, okay."
Team Leader Zhang was overjoyed to see the two men who had walked right into his trap.
Fearing that Zhuang Mingcheng might change his mind, he quickly got back into the car and told the driver to start driving.
"Boom!"
The jeep started moving again and immediately sped off.
Wang Haibing stood there, his face grim as he watched the car drive away.
He took a deep breath and shouted, "Everyone, mount up! Go back!"
...
Inside the jeep, Team Leader Zhang looked back at the two men, his smile barely concealed.
"Comrade Zhuang Mingcheng, actually, there was a misunderstanding between me and Comrade Lu Fangfang. I'm only doing this to stand up for you. As long as you're willing to sign the document, I guarantee your wife will be fine."
He took out a small notebook from his pocket, flipped to the middle page, and handed it to Zhuang Mingcheng.
Zhuang Mingcheng looked at Lu Fangfang in confusion, only to see his lover shake her head.
He became even more puzzled, and when he looked down at the notebook, his brows furrowed.
Looking at the signature at the bottom, he glanced at Zhu Haiming next to him, feeling very unhappy. He hadn't expected that his affairs would be revealed by others.
"Comrade Ming... Comrade Mingcheng, this... this is what Xiao Ting told me herself, it's all true, I'm not lying."
Zhu Haiming looked at the man, her heart filled with mixed feelings.
Thinking of Li Dajun, she compared him to Zhuang Mingcheng, and felt a pang of sadness in her heart.
She might be executed if something happens to her, but this incompetent man doesn't even dare to see her. He's a complete bastard.
Zhuang Mingcheng frowned, ignoring Zhu Haiming.
Looking at Team Leader Zhang in the front row, he asked suspiciously, "Comrade, do you want me to help you overthrow our division commander?"
"No, no, no, Comrade Zhuang Mingcheng, that's not how it works. Commander Xiao... no, Comrade Xiao Deming, has obvious selfish motives and is no longer suitable to serve as a division commander."
“Our political department also discovered that he had many complaints about the organization in his daily life. Comrade Zhuang Mingcheng, you are helping us for the sake of justice.”
Zhuang Mingcheng didn't believe him at all and returned the notebook.
He did harbor some resentment towards his division commander regarding his trip to Xinjiang, but it didn't reach the point where he wanted to report or overthrow him.
If he signs this document and gets involved with the political department, probably no one in the army will be close to him anymore.
He secretly patted Lu Fangfang's hand, feeling very guilty.
In truth, it was he who dragged his lover into this mess.
"Comrade Zhuang Mingcheng, you should think carefully about whether you want to choose our political department or someone who has grievances against the organization."
Team Leader Zhang's smile faded, and his tone became very blunt.
"My trip to Xinjiang went well. I don't blame my superiors. I don't know anything else. I'm just a battalion commander. I only know how to do my job."
After saying that, Zhuang Mingcheng leaned back in the car and closed his eyes.
From Zhang's words, he could tell that the military region was far from peaceful at the moment.
well.
"You'll sign this eventually!"
Team Leader Zhang snorted coldly, planning to deal with the two of them properly once they arrived at the military region.
The jeep continued on its way and soon arrived in Jinchang.
The distance to Lanzhou is still nearly 400 kilometers. The driver stepped on the gas and increased the speed.
The people in the car were drowsy.
In the back seat of the jeep, Lu Fangfang glanced at Team Leader Zhang and, seeing that he had closed his eyes, secretly wrote something in Zhuang Mingcheng's palm.
'Your mother is here.'
Zhuang Mingcheng looked at his fiancée in surprise, a bad feeling creeping into his heart.
He knew better than anyone what kind of person his mother was.
"Your mother reported Zhu Haiming and Xiao Ting for speculation and profiteering, which brought people from the Political Department into the regiment, causing chaos and harming many people."
"Your mother has a letter of introduction from the Beijing Red Star Textile Factory, saying that as long as I leave you, I'll be a full-time worker at the factory."
'Your mom...'
'Your mom...'
...
Lu Fangfang was angry.
She spent half an hour writing in the man's palm, recounting all the good deeds that Zhuang's mother had done.
Zhuang Mingcheng: "..."
His hands trembled with anger, and he immediately wrote in Lu Fangfang's palm: 'Where is she now?'
'Back in the capital.'
He grabbed his fiancée's hand, his face full of guilt.
He never imagined that all of this was caused by his mother, who had done so many disgusting things.
He had run all the way to the Northwest, but his mother still wouldn't let him go. He was panting heavily, his eyes were red, and he felt incredibly depressed.
Seeing this, Lu Fangfang was startled and quickly took his hand to comfort him.
"call……"
Zhuang Mingcheng closed his eyes and paused for a moment.
After a while, he reached into his pocket and took out a white handkerchief.
He carefully untied it, revealing a five-pointed red star medal about the size of a coin.
Beside her, Lu Fangfang watched with great curiosity.
'This was given to me by my superiors while I was in Xinjiang.'
After Zhuang Mingcheng finished writing in her palm, he took the medal and pinned it on his fiancée's military uniform.
Lu Fangfang gripped her clothes tightly with both hands, feeling quite excited.
In this era, people had the habit of wearing badges.
In particular, the Chairman's badge was something almost everyone had.
Lu Fangfang looked down at herself, feeling a little embarrassed. She felt unworthy to wear the medal.
Blushing, she shook her head and immediately tried to take it off.
Zhuang Mingcheng grabbed her hand, stopping her from moving.
He wrote in his fiancée's palm with his index finger: 'Half of this medal belongs to you.'
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