"I'm sorry, I haven't received any orders from above regarding disaster relief unless you bring me the relevant documents," Liang Zheng said calmly.

Staff Officer Yu Wenxing trembled with anger at Liang Zheng's words. He never expected that this deputy commander, who usually seemed honest and kind, would choose to violate humanitarian principles and disregard the lives of ordinary people at such a critical moment.

He clenched his fists, wishing he could just go up and punch Liang Zheng twice.

Knowing full well that they are currently unable to contact the outside world due to a natural disaster, he still keeps saying it's for the country!

If the natural disasters continue like this, the people will probably run out of food very soon. Is the life and death of the people more important or the so-called national property?

Despite his anger, Yu Wenxing knew that disaster relief was the most important thing right now.

The people from the military region are currently trapped in the camp, and for now he still needs to rely on Liang Zheng.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, looked directly into Liang Zheng's eyes, and said earnestly, "Deputy Commander Liang, I understand your concerns, but the situation is urgent. In the face of natural disasters, the lives of the people are the most important order. We cannot let innocent people be driven to despair because of momentary hesitation and concerns."

He paused, then continued, "As for the documents, Commander Feng said that once communications are restored, he will report the situation here to his superiors as soon as possible and request that they issue clear orders promptly. Even if the higher-ups do investigate, it will be Commander Feng and me who are responsible, and it has nothing to do with you! But before that, I hope you can prioritize the overall situation and allocate some grain for disaster relief."

“Rules are rules, Lao Yu. The idea that ‘a general in the field may disobey orders’ is absolutely unacceptable!” Liang Zheng said in a deep voice.

Upon hearing this, Yu Wenxing was furious. He finally understood that Liang Zheng was doing this on purpose.

Yu Wenxing then snorted coldly, looked at the soldiers stationed in the granaries around him, and shouted: "Are you also going to stand by and watch the people fall into dire straits without doing anything?"

After he finished speaking, there was silence all around, and no one answered Yu Wenxing.

“Very good, very good! I will report the situation here to Commander Feng truthfully. Since I can’t persuade you, then let Commander Feng come and invite you personally!” Yu Wenxing said and turned to leave.

However, just as he opened the car door to get in, a voice suddenly rang out: "Staff Officer Yu, please wait."

Yu Wenxing turned around and saw a young officer walk out from the crowd. He saluted Yu Wenxing and said, "Staff Officer Yu, I am Zhao Ming, the deputy battalion commander of the 2nd Battalion of the 3rd Regiment. I think you are right. We should allocate some grain for disaster relief first."

After Zhao Ming finished speaking, he looked at his comrades around him, hoping to get their support.

Just as some people were starting to get restless, a gunshot rang out.

Zhao Ming fell to the ground with a thud, lying there silently groaning; the bullet had hit him squarely in the shoulder.

"Liang Zheng! What are you doing?" Yu Wenxing roared in fury, pointing at Liang Zheng with disbelief and rage in his eyes.

"This damn weather has reduced the accuracy of guns so much?" he muttered coldly, his gaze sweeping over the soldiers who were beginning to waver. He raised his gun again, pointing it at the soldiers who were trying to make a move.

Then he turned the gun around and aimed it at Zhao Ming again.

"Stop!" Yu Wenxing shouted, and he moved to try to rush to Zhao Ming's side.

However, how could he possibly outrun a bullet? Liang Zheng had already pulled the trigger again.

"Bang!" After the gunshot, Zhao Ming collapsed completely in the snow, and it was unknown whether he was dead or alive.

“A mere deputy battalion commander dares to disobey orders from his superiors and undermine morale! This crime deserves death!” Liang Zheng said coldly.

His voice echoed over the granary, sweeping over the soldiers with cold indifference.

His gaze was like a sharp blade, piercing the wavering soldiers and sending a chill down their spines.

"Liang Zheng! I'll kill you!" Yu Wenxing said, pulling a pistol from his waist and pointing it at Liang Zheng.

Upon seeing this, the soldiers around him quickly intervened, and several men surrounded him, attempting to seize his gun.

Yu Wenxing wanted to fire back, but he was not Liang Zheng and couldn't bring himself to do it. He could only let the soldiers take the guns from him and his two guards.

Faced with this situation, he knew that there was no point in him staying and wasting his breath. He gave Liang Zheng another cold look, then left with two guards in the modified sled they had come in, his face grim.

The officers standing next to Liang Zheng were about to say something, but Liang Zheng clearly understood what they meant and raised his hand to stop them.

"Is everything alright? If not, come out and shovel snow tonight!" Liang Zheng coldly glanced at the soldiers watching from afar and said in a cold voice.

His voice was filled with unquestionable authority. The soldiers trembled at his words and quickly retreated back to the granary.

After everyone had dispersed, he came downstairs, glanced at Zhao Ming lying on the ground, and ordered several patrolling soldiers, "Drag him out and bury him!"

Upon hearing this, several soldiers dared not delay and quickly ran over, lifted Zhao Ming's body, which was almost losing its warmth, and walked out of the granary.

"Commander, why did you let Yu Wenxing go?" An officer standing next to Liang Zheng couldn't help but ask the question that had been bothering him. "That bastard Yu Wenxing will definitely go to Commander Feng to complain, and then..."

"Heh, you think I'm afraid of Feng Zhengyang?" Liang Zheng sneered. "Times have changed. This world can never go back to what it used to be. Now, guns are the only true weapon! Truth lies only within the range of cannons!"

"But... what if we misjudge and this disaster is only temporary?" the officer asked with a doubtful expression.

Upon hearing this, Liang Zheng snorted coldly and said, "Life offers few opportunities to gamble. Opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared. To gain a foothold in chaotic times, one must have sufficient courage and decisiveness. We cannot miss this opportunity. If we're going to gamble, let's gamble big. If we succeed, we will become the new leaders of this land!"

Although the officer still had doubts after hearing this, he saw Liang Zheng's firm gaze and said no more.

He knew that no one could change Liang Zheng's decision.

As Liang Zheng's subordinate, he either had to follow Liang Zheng to the bitter end, or he would suffer the same fate as Zhao Ming, who was just dragged out and buried.

Liang Zhengze looked out at the dark snow outside the granary and muttered, "Feng Zhengyang, knowing your personality, you'll definitely come to settle accounts with me in the next couple of days, right? I can't wait to see you furiously pointing your finger at me and yelling at me."

Liang Zheng touched the pistol at his waist. "Heh, but this time I won't let you beat or scold me."