Could it be that the Divine Vanguard Battalion really has such magical power that every member can be trained to be the king of individual soldiers?
"Wen Zheng, I want to congratulate you too." Ji Fangshu said in a gentle voice.
The more people stared at Wen Tuan, the more she had to show her magnanimity so as not to be misunderstood by others.
Su Wenzheng had been handling work in the office and had not known about this. After hearing this, she was immersed in surprise.
This did not prevent her from reacting quickly. "It is because of the spirit of the army that everyone is so good."
These words brought the topic to another spiritual level.
Wei Liao smiled and nodded.
It just so happened that everyone was present and it was time for the meeting, so everyone entered the meeting room.
The meeting will focus on this military region competition. Of course, each division will have to set its own standards privately.
After discussing all this, Wei Liao also made a conclusion, "This year is the 30th anniversary of the establishment of our General Theater Command. Whether it is the military competition or the military art performance, we must show our best spirit."
"I will be stepping down after this. This military competition is also a way to test you. Do you have confidence?"
"Have confidence!" Everyone's voice was particularly firm.
Wei Liao smiled with satisfaction, "Okay, let's adjourn the meeting!"
Everyone stood up and prepared to leave.
"Wen Zheng, wait a moment, I have something to tell you." Wei Liao suddenly spoke.
"Yes!" Although Su Wenzheng didn't understand what happened, she still stopped and turned around.
The others glanced over and continued to walk out.
Ji Fangshu and Wen Xin walked at the end. They closed the door, and the last scene in their minds was Su Wenzhen sitting in the first seat below Wei Liao.
In the meeting room,
Su Wenzheng was unusually nervous, "Commander, do you have something to tell me?"
"It's just a personal thing. I want to know about Comrade Wei Qing's recent situation." Wei Liao's eyes were much kinder. "I didn't see her at the shooting range the other day, and I heard that a female soldier in your cultural troupe was injured, so I wanted to ask."
Su Wenzheng said truthfully: "It was indeed Wei Qing who was injured. She almost fell off the stage when she was choosing the lead dancer and she strained her leg."
When Wei Liao heard that his beloved granddaughter had given birth, his entire demeanor sank.
He was a man who had survived a sea of blood and corpses. Even if his anger was not directed at Su Wenzheng, it made her extremely nervous.
Su Wenzheng calmed herself down before she could continue speaking, "The doctor at the military hospital said that her leg needs at least two weeks of recuperation, so she won't be able to lead the dance in the musical this time."
"How could she fall off the stage?" Wei Liao clenched his hands on the table and assumed a serious conversational posture.
This made Su Wenzheng realize that he had to tell the truth.
So she told the whole story, thinking that Jiang Wanxia was a girl, and repeated the same reasons she had used before.
"…It's a pity, but luckily nothing happened. We have already dealt with Comrade Jiang Wanxia seriously."
Su Wenzheng knew that Wei Liao was a reasonable person, but when it came to his most beloved granddaughter, she didn't know what he would do.
"Just follow your instructions." After a moment, Wei Liao sighed.
He felt sorry for his granddaughter. After thinking for a while, he stood up again and said, "I'll go with you to check on her injuries."
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