Transmigrating to the 60s, I Started Supporting My Family at 16

Zhang Shuguang, a struggling author from the 21st century, spent years staying up late writing. He finally died from overwork and became a member of the transmigration army.

However, Zhang Sh...

Chapter 295 Do you want to be a cultural soldier?

Cao Yongzhan and several division leaders temporarily stopped their discussion and turned to look at the door.

"General, I am Song Zhaohui from the Song family."

Song Chaohui was flattered that the big boss was so friendly and even knew his last name was Song.

"Yesterday morning, Xiaoguang said you would come over today. You have lived up to Xiaoguang's trust in you. You are a man of your word."

Cao Yongzhan cast an approving look at Song Zhaohui.

"Mr. Zhang saved my life. If it weren't for Mr. Zhang yesterday, I might have been shot dead.

A man without faith cannot stand. I promise Brother Zhang that no matter the result is good or bad, I will show up at the door of the family area on time before noon today.

"I'm not worthy of being a human being if I don't know how to be grateful. Brother Zhang risked his life to guarantee me. I won't put Brother Zhang in an awkward position just for my own safety."

Facing several senior leaders, Song Zhaohui was neither humble nor arrogant. This is the bottom line of his principles as a person. He spoke from his heart, which made him appear more sincere.

"Commander Cao, this young man is full of heroic spirit, and his speech has the charm of an ancient man!"

Political Commissar Li held a cigarette in his hand and looked at Song Zhaohui with interest.

Commander Cao has the rank of Major General, so it is not wrong to call him General. The title of Young Master is rarely heard nowadays.

"Political Commissar Li, Deputy Division Commander Cheng, Chief of Staff Yao, Xiaoguang, you all know each other. This Comrade Song Zhaohui is also my first time meeting him. Let Xiaoguang introduce his identity and background!"

Cao Yongzhan also heard about the Song family's affairs yesterday. With Zhang Shuguang here, he is a ready-made tour guide, so it would be a waste to use him.

Cao Yongzhan took the cigarette on the table and walked around. A clerk from the division headquarters poured tea for several leaders, and the leaders pretended to listen attentively.

“Ahem…”

Zhang Shuguang saw that these old men regarded themselves as storytellers.

But there was nothing he could do, since they were his elders.

So next, Zhang Shuguang introduced Song Zhaohui's identity and the existence of the Song family. If there were any ambiguous points, Song Zhaohui would be responsible for supplementing them.

An hour later, Zhang Shuguang, who was thirsty, picked up the teacup on the table and drank it all in one gulp.

"Is that all?"

Chief of Staff Yao was obviously a little unsatisfied.

"Xiao Guang, do you want to be a cultural soldier? You don't have to perform dangerous missions, the training tasks are also very easy, and you can also use your special skills."

After Deputy Division Commander Cheng Dazhi finished speaking, he nodded, thinking that his suggestion was very good.

"He's energetic, has a great image and temperament, and is eloquent. Old Cheng's suggestions are very constructive!"

Li Yaoxian, the usually serious political commissar, also made a rare joke.

"Commanders, you're joking. I'm not joining the army, not because I'm afraid of hardship or danger, but mainly because my grandparents are old, and my father is devoted to his country and can't always be by his side. As the eldest grandson, I should fulfill my filial duty on his behalf."

Zhang Shuguang naturally excluded his ungrateful uncle's family from the family tree and regarded himself as the eldest grandson of the Zhang family.

"Alright, can you old guys get down to business? You're all aware of Comrade Song Zhaohui's problems. You came here today to leave the rainforest, regain your legal status, and accept the organization's unified management.

The ancestors of the Song family drove out the Tartars, fought against the Jiannu, and made contributions during the Anti-Japanese War. I personally welcome their willingness to return to the embrace of the motherland."

Cao Yongzhan was the first to express his attitude.

"Every son and daughter of the Dragon Nation is someone we need to unite with. This will never change. I hope that the children of the Song family will join us in the future to contribute to the construction of our country and make new contributions."

Political Commissar Li's expectations for the Song family rose to a new level.

“Longguo needs talents in all aspects, and I welcome the Song family’s initiative to join.

Commander Cao, do you have a plan for how to accommodate the Song family?

The Chief of Staff has always been a wise man in the army and is Cao Yongzhan's first military advisor.

Based on the information provided by Zhang Shuguang, Chief of Staff Yao Changxing concluded that all the young men in the Song family were skilled in martial arts and swordsmanship, were extremely familiar with the terrain of the border, and were well adapted to the climate of southern Xinjiang.

This is a natural-born warrior. After being recruited by the Song family, it is entirely possible to form a field team with the Song family members as the backbone.

With their joining, the Southern Xinjiang Military Region's control over the border will undoubtedly be greatly strengthened.

The formation of Misty Valley is well-known throughout the military region. It is obvious that the Song family has a master of formation.

On the border line, the formation combined with the minefield will form a natural barrier, adding an extra layer of insurance for the country's border security.

Even though he was eager to recruit talented people, Chief of Staff Yao Changxing remained calm on the surface and instead asked Commander Cao about his arrangements for the Song family.

If you want the horse to run, you must first let it eat grass. The Southern Xinjiang Military Region is the people's army, not a bandit army that conscripts men. If you want the Song family to willingly join the army and contribute to the country's border security, you must have good policies for them.

Once arrangements are made for the elderly, children, women and the young, the Song family's men will naturally show their value.

"The Song family is quite special. They have lived in the rainforest for hundreds of years, and I don't know their true needs.

I want to give them the right to choose. If they want to leave the rainforest and integrate into the people of southern Xinjiang, I will allocate a piece of mountain land for them near Huilong Town. They can live freely there, or they can reclaim the barren mountains and grow food or fruit.

If they are used to life in Misty Valley, then they can remain as they are, and the military district will grant them the greatest freedom."

Cao Yongzhan repeated his thoughts in front of Song Zhaohui.

"Thank you, General, for taking care of the Song family. The Song family will be deeply grateful and will always remember your great kindness."

The strong man could no longer hold back his tears.

Ever since the entire family was exiled, living in the sunshine again and being upright has become the goal that generation after generation of the entire family has strived for.

Generation after generation of people grew from youth to old age, and died with regrets, but never waited for that day. Today, it has come true so easily.

Although Zhang Shuguang had already informed the top leaders of their thoughts on the way, it still felt different to hear it from the general himself.

"Don't thank me. This is the organization's policy for every citizen of Dragon Country. I'm just a messenger."

When leading troops alone outside, the most taboo is to engage in personal worship. If the soldiers under your command only know the commander and not the country, the general's end will definitely be extremely miserable.

Cao Yong has been fighting against elite soldiers for many years, so he is very clear about this simple truth.

"Thank you to the country, thank you to the organization, thank you to the general, and thank you to Master Zhang."

Cao Yongzhan's words did not dilute Song Zhaohui's gratitude.

As a descendant of a noble family, Song Zhaohui is not a young man who knows nothing.

The national policy is one thing, and how local officials implement it is another.

Just like in the previous feudal dynasties, the country's taxes were not heavy, but they were added layer by layer, making the people miserable. This was a common occurrence.