Zhang Guoqing, a 21st-century orphan, and his pregnant wife, Zhou Jiao, were working hard for their future when a massive inheritance suddenly fell into their laps. On their way to the hospital for...
Time passes day by day in the anxious waiting.
Wait a day.
Zhou Jiao finally saw Zhou Xiaozheng leisurely making tea in the living room.
She laughed, and cried.
Zhou Xiaozheng walked up to her, wiped her tears with a handkerchief, and touched her head: "It's okay, it's okay, it's all over."
Zhou Jiao, with tears on her face, looked up at him and asked, "Dad, when will they be back?"
"The children are resting now. They will be back soon after the victory is announced tomorrow. Xiaowu will be a few days late. He has to wait for the handover of the work he has on hand."
Zhou Jiao snatched the handkerchief from his hand and wiped her eyes fiercely. "When the kids come back this time, don't stop me. I'm going to give them a good beating."
Zhou Xiaozheng laughed when he heard this: "Great! It's these brats who made my Jiaojiao sad."
Zhou Jiao held his arm and said, "Dad, you said this, don't feel bad. Does my mom know the news? I have to tell her as soon as possible."
"She'll be back soon."
"Dad, you don't know that my mom fainted once..."
Zhou Xiaozheng pulled her to sit down and listened to his daughter chattering about the trivial things that had happened during this period, and occasionally agreed with her.
He was extremely grateful that the children were safe and sound, and even more grateful that he could keep his daughter laughing.
He has done his best to serve the country. Who else can be like his family in allowing his three grandsons to resolutely go to the battlefield and rush to the most dangerous places?
He felt guilty towards the Yu family. Secretly, he wanted his three grandsons to be truly powerful, but he felt even more guilty towards his family for making them suffer for so long.
Now everything is fine, the storm has passed and the family is finally able to laugh again.
That night, both Zhou Jiao and Miao Lishan, who received the good news a little later, were able to finally sleep peacefully and soundly.
It was also through Zhou Xiaozheng's brief narration that night that Zhou Jiao realized that there were some differences from history.
First of all, with advance preparation, the number of casualties in our army was greatly reduced. Secondly, our army did not even encounter a strong obstruction.
Among them, more than a dozen small teams with the participation of the three Ping'an brothers were indispensable. They successfully obtained enemy intelligence and played a huge role.
Later, Zhou Jiao learned from Zhang Guoqing, who had returned to Beijing, how crucial the "Bayonet" team had been. Otherwise, all his earlier efforts, including investigating corruption and urging the research lab to develop new weapons, would have been in vain, at best preventing casualties.
The reason why the enemy launched this war was inseparable from the strong support of Country S. The other party not only provided weapons, but also trained a large number of special agents and special forces for the enemy.
Before the war, the elite troops of both sides had actually fought several battles. Otherwise, history would not have changed and the number of casualties in our army would have increased significantly.
This self-defense counterattack did not end on March 5 as in history, but ended early on February 28.
As news of the victory spread, newspapers began to flood the air with post-war reports for several days.
Although Zhou Jiao had never seen any reports about the "bayonet", when she saw the list of high-ranking generals who had died in the enemy army in the newspaper...
She pondered Zhang Guoqing's tone again.
After comparing the two, Zhou Jiao naturally knew that most of the credit was due to "Bayonet". Similarly, she also understood the nature of her sons' service.
However, these issues will have to wait until the children graduate from the military academy. Especially for her son Wu Yi, he has to go back to Peking University to study, so she doesn't have to worry too much.
It was already evening when the three Ping'an brothers returned.
Zhou Jiao and her daughter were eagerly waiting, and the dishes were heated up twice.
Finally, after they reported their work to the Military Commission, they followed Zhou Xiaozheng into the house.
It is said that ten people in their group went to the conference hall.
As for the content of this top-secret meeting, it was not made public until a long time later.
Zhou Jiao pretended that she didn't know anything. As a soldier, the first thing she had to abide by was the principle of confidentiality. She didn't want to embarrass the children.
I do know a little bit, that except for Wuyi who still wanted to go to Kyoto University to complete his studies, the other seven were all sent to military academies for further study.
That early morning, Zhou Jiao, filled with sorrow, smiled as she sent the children away. But when she saw the three children again, her face was filled with tears.
"mom."
"Mom, we're going home."
"Mom, I miss you so much."
If you ask Zhou Jiao how she feels at this moment.
——It’s like living again in the world.
She finally saw her children. No longer the untouchables of dreams, no longer the shadows of fantasy. Her sons were truly standing before her, leaping and dancing.
Being tightly hugged by her three sons, Zhou Jiao wiped away her tears with her hands, revealing a joyful smile as she choked out a sob, "Okay, I'm glad you're back."
Back in the living room, Zhou Jiao watched the children acting coquettishly with their grandparents with a smile on her face. Suddenly, she came to her senses and said, "Wuyi, come here."
"Hey, Mom, my dad will be back in a few days."
Zhou Jiao looked at him with a half-smile as he walked over to her. "Take off your clothes. I'll start the inspection with you."
Wuyi quickly crossed his arms over his chest and looked at her shyly, "Mom, please don't. I'm too old. I'm embarrassed."
Zhou Jiao's face darkened, "Stop talking nonsense!"
If this brat didn't have this demeanor, she might not care, but if this isn't trying to cover up the truth, what is it?
"Hehe...Mom, I'll take it off, is it okay for me to take it off?" After saying that, Wuyi rubbed his nose with his fingers, glanced at her, moved his feet, and began to slowly take off his coat.
"Don't move! You want to play blind spot with me?" Zhou Jiao pointed at his still-moving feet and glanced at him. "Forgot who taught you that?"
Wuyi smiled at her ingratiatingly, scratched the back of his neck, and explained while taking off his clothes: "Mom, I'm really not hurt, it's just that those bugs keep biting me."
Zhou Jiao narrowed her eyes and caught a glimpse of Ping An retreating from Liu Yi's cooperation. She immediately shouted, "Where are you going? I'm talking to you, big brother!"
Ping An was so scared that he turned around immediately and patted his stomach, "Mom, I'm so hungry."
Zhou Jiao rolled her eyes at him and decided to go around them first. She reached out and pulled her youngest son over, then lifted up her underwear which she had not taken off yet. She saw several bullet wounds on her back.
It's okay! A little ugly, but not a big deal.
She glanced at Wuyi again and pulled his clothes straight.
Liuyi immediately hugged Miao Lishan when he saw the opportunity and said, "Grandma, what dishes do you have today? Grandpa and I haven't eaten a single bite yet. We are so hungry."
Miao Lishan blinked, then immediately grabbed a child and walked out. "Oh, it's already late, you can't be hungry. Let's go, your mother has already prepared a large table of food."
Wuyi pushed Zhou Jiao out and winked at Zhou Xiaozheng, who was watching the whole process with laughter. "Mom, you're so kind. I knew I could have whatever I wanted to eat when I got home. I will never leave you again. Children without their mothers are so pitiful. They almost eat dirt..."
Zhou Jiao suppressed her smile and looked at her father. She walked closer to him and pulled him out. "Dad, I'm going to beat them up after dinner. You must help."
Zhou Xiaozheng: “…”