Chapter 51 You don't know your man's capabilities?

Zhao Wenchang returned the greeting, then turned around and took one last look at his home.

"Then we'll be going now."

"Let's go. When we get there, send a message back."

The two reluctantly got into the car, the jeep kicked up a cloud of dust, and disappeared down the path at the village entrance.

The car drove steadily for a whole day, finally arriving at the entrance of the border military district. When the sentry stopped the car to check documents, a man in an officer's uniform quickly came to greet us.

"Wenchang, you've finally arrived!" The man said with a serious expression. "Commander Zhao has been waiting for you in his office for ages."

The visitor was Staff Officer Gu, Gu Feiyan.

Zhao Wenchang nodded, jumped out of the car, pointed to Jiang Wanqiu who was still sitting in the car, and said to him, "Old Gu, this is my wife, Jiang Wanqiu. Please help me settle her into my place first."

Upon hearing this, Gu Feiyan immediately turned to Jiang Wanqiu and saluted her, saying, "Hello, sister-in-law!"

When he saw Jiang Wanqiu's face clearly, a flash of amazement quickly crossed his eyes.

The woman before them wore no makeup, yet her small face, no bigger than a palm, was as white as the finest mutton-fat jade. Her features were delicate, and her figure slender. She looked frail and delicate, a completely different world from the rough men who were exposed to the wind and sun every day.

Jiang Wanqiu smiled politely at him. The man in front of her looked to be about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with regular features and a crisp military uniform that made him look dashing.

She thought to herself: These days, all the handsome guys have been handed over to the state.

The car made several turns before entering the residential compound.

Gu Feiyan took the luggage from Jiang Wanqiu's hands and called Xiaobing, who had been driving, and the two of them, each carrying a large sack, led Jiang Wanqiu towards the family compound with bags and packages.

“Sister-in-law, our battalion commander is a cold-hearted person. He doesn’t like living in an apartment building and being crowded with other people because he finds it noisy. So the division commander made a special exception and assigned him this courtyard at the very back. It’s spacious and even has a small garden. It’s quiet.”

Gu Feiyan hadn't finished speaking.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, the tightly closed door across the hall was yanked open from the inside, and a rumpled quilt was thrown out of the house, landing heavily on the stone path in the center of the courtyard.

Immediately afterwards, a woman's loud voice rang out, loud enough to be heard throughout the entire courtyard:

"Chen Qiangguo, get out of here! If you have the guts to step out of this door today, don't ever come back! You can spend the rest of your life with your precious comrades!"

Jiang Wanqiu looked at the quilt and listened to the loud cursing, and her lips twitched involuntarily.

It seems this place isn't necessarily very peaceful.

Gu Feiyan's enthusiasm froze for a moment, then she gave Jiang Wanqiu an awkward smile and scratched the back of her head.

"Ahem, sister-in-law, don't mind her. Sister-in-law Chen just has a loud voice, but she's not a bad person." He stepped aside and quickly ushered Jiang Wanqiu into the house. "Come in quickly, this is your and the battalion commander's home."

As soon as the door was pushed open, a cool, refreshing atmosphere rushed out.

The house was spotless, the cement floor was swept until it shone, and the tables and chairs were wiped clean.

It's very clean.

But this room was far too "clean".

Aside from a wooden bed, a desk, a chair, and an old wooden wardrobe with peeling paint, there was nothing else in the house. The army green quilt on the bed was folded into a perfect square like a block of tofu, without a single wrinkle.

This doesn't feel like a home; it feels more like a temporary barracks where people can pack up and leave at any time.

Jiang Wanqiu could almost imagine that this was how Zhao Wenchang had been living these past few years.

It's the same as when we moved in.

Gu Feiyan and Xiaobing placed the two heavy sacks on the ground and smiled gently: "Sister-in-law, we'll leave the things here for you. If you need anything, come find me in the office building. I'm the old regimental commander's staff officer. Even if the battalion commander... no, Comrade Zhao Wenchang gets promoted, I'll still be his staff officer."

His words carried an undisguised pride and certainty.

Jiang Wanqiu smiled and said politely, "There's no such thing as a promotion that fast, but thank you for your help anyway, Staff Officer Gu."

"No trouble at all!" Gu Feiyan waved his hand and looked at the woman quietly. "It seems you really don't know the strength of our battalion commander."

After saying that, he led the soldier to salute, turned around and left.

Once everyone left, the room became completely quiet.

Jiang Wanqiu looked around and began to tidy up.

She first arranged the food prepared by her mother-in-law and grandmother, and then opened her own luggage to put it away.

After tidying up, I still felt that the house was too deserted.

On a whim, she took out several items from her personal storage space.

A brightly colored sunflower oil painting hangs on the white wall, instantly brightening the entire room. A tablecloth embroidered with delicate patterns is spread on the desk, and a small white porcelain vase is placed on it, containing two wildflowers picked from the small garden by the door.

The once cold and hard house suddenly became warm and inviting.

She smiled with satisfaction, then went to open the old wardrobe, wanting to take out all of Zhao Wenchang's clothes to air them in the sun.

The wardrobe was indeed empty, except for a few faded military shirts and a thick military overcoat.

She had just taken the clothes out of her luggage when a stiff little notebook slipped out of her pocket and fell to the ground with a "thud".

It's his military officer's ID.

Jiang Wanqiu bent down to pick it up and casually flipped it open.

The man in the photo is incredibly handsome.

He was dressed in a crisp military uniform, his face beneath the brim of his hat was sharply defined, with high brow bones, a straight nose, and a pair of deep eyes that seemed to hold the stars and the sea, gazing solemnly ahead.

He looked more youthful back then than he does now, but his innate sharpness and authority shone through even through a small black-and-white photograph.

Her gaze shifted downwards, and she saw the number of his unit.

Unit Z05022.

Jiang Wanqiu's pupils contracted sharply. The headlines she had seen on the front page of the newspaper in her previous life flashed before her eyes again.

"The regimental commander of Unit Z05022 died a heroic death and was posthumously awarded the title of Special Class Hero..."

No...it shouldn't be him who died, he was the battalion commander.

She shook her head violently, trying to shake off the terrible thought.

But Zhao Wenchang's regimental commander is now over sixty years old, which doesn't match his age at all. Adding to that what Gu Feiyan just said...

For some reason, Jiang Wanqiu suddenly felt a severe heart palpitation.

It was already dark. The division commander's office was filled with smoke.

Zhao Changfeng stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray with a serious expression he had never shown before.

“Wenchang, those people are getting restless. Last time, you and Liu Ying led the team to wipe them out, hitting their weak point and severely damaging them. Now they've come back with a vengeance. Liu Ying is currently seriously injured and recuperating, so he won't participate in the operation. Therefore, the first target he'll want to take revenge on is you.”

Zhao Wenchang stood in front of his desk, his posture as straight as a pine tree, his face expressionless.

"You were specifically chosen for this breakout operation, and they even issued a pledge," Zhao Changfeng said, his voice tinged with helplessness and annoyance. "They even said something about only allowing success, not failure. Easier said than done!"

This enemy is more cunning and more powerful than ever before. This was evident from the very beginning when they sent agents to approach them.

In a direct confrontation, he would face a near-certain death.