"Commander, Lu Qingquan is such a coward, but his mother is always babbling nonsense. If she really joins the special forces, won't she be all high and mighty and won't she tolerate my battalion commander?"

Tie Dan said indignantly that although he was stupid, he wasn't blind, and he knew exactly what that old woman Yue Hongxia was up to.

Hmph, with him around, no one can bully the battalion commander!

The battalion commander frowned even more. He hadn't expected Lu Qingquan's mother to be this kind of person. He had only wanted to make amends to Lu Mo's family before and hadn't thought too much about it. Now it seemed that he hadn't considered things carefully enough.

No wonder the political commissar was so adamant about opposing Lu Qingquan's promotion. He said that public office and private matters should be separated, and Lu Mo's achievements and honors should not be attributed to Lu Qingquan. But Lu Qingquan wouldn't listen to the political commissar.

The regimental commander felt a little annoyed, but also relieved. Fortunately, Tie Dan had made a phone call, and there was still room for maneuver.

"Can your battalion commander's leg really get better?" the regimental commander wanted to confirm again.

"If it really works, I'd chop my head off! Commander, you still don't believe me?" Tie Dan swore again.

The regimental commander was relieved and had a plan in mind. It would be best if Lu Mo could recover, and he couldn't wait for Lu Mo to return to the army as soon as possible!

"Okay, I understand. Take good care of the battalion commander. Call me if you have any news."

"Alright, Commander, don't worry..." Tie Dan was still uneasy and started to say it again, but the commander interrupted him, laughing and scolding, "I know, you idiot, you worry about things like an old woman!"

"Why……"

Tie Dan finally breathed a sigh of relief, happily hung up the phone, and said to Ye Qingqing, "It's done, that bastard won't get into the special forces!"

Ye Qingqing's eyes lit up. "The commander agreed?"

"Yes, the regimental commander told me to take good care of the battalion commander and to call him if anything happens." Tie Dan nodded.

Although the commander didn't say anything for sure, Tie Dan felt that the commander definitely wouldn't promote Lu Qingquan again. The commander wasn't stupid; he knew that Lu Qingquan and his whole family were no good, so how could he possibly promote them again?

At this moment, the "foolish" regimental commander that Tie Dan was talking about was discussing Lu Mo's matter with his partner, the political commissar. He told him what Tie Dan had said, and the political commissar, who also appreciated Lu Mo, was very happy to hear this.

“That kid Tiedan never lies. He said Lu Mo can stand up, so there’s definitely no problem. Look at you, I told you not to do that, but you wouldn’t listen. What are you doing now?” The political commissar glared at the regimental commander with dissatisfaction.

He looked down on Lu Qingquan a thousand times, always feeling that if such a person really encountered trouble, he would most likely be a traitor, and he couldn't see any loyalty or righteousness in him from head to toe!

The regimental commander, feeling embarrassed, said awkwardly, "This is only the first round of training. I'll call them later and ask them to remove Lu Qingquan from the list."

Originally, Lu Qingquan performed very poorly in this training camp, and the selection instructors were very dissatisfied. It was only by shamelessly pleading with him that Lu Qingquan was kept on. Now that he has called, the selection instructors are definitely eager to do so!

"Report!"

"Come in!"

The regimental commander gave a shout, and Lu Qingquan walked in. He had come to sign his family visit report. The regimental commander hadn't expected that the boy would appear so suddenly, and that he would come over on his own to sign a family visit report.

The regimental commander was even more displeased. Lu Qingquan's performance in the first round of training was so poor, always falling behind the pack. If Lu Qingquan had any ambition, he should have stayed in the army for the past two months to train his physical fitness and run back to play ball.

"Going home? Something happened at home?" the battalion commander asked expressionlessly.

Lu Qingquan didn't think much of it. The regimental commander's nickname was "Black-faced Yama," and he rarely didn't see him smile. A blank expression was the proper way to describe him.