"I'm just asking you whether you're going to apologize or not, why are you asking so many questions?!"
Zhao Cheng raised his fist and shouted, "Young General, you're asking me a question! Aren't you going to apologize?!"
Zhou Jinghuan slowly lowered his head and said in a deep voice, "Does it have to be this way?"
He looked at the old worker and said, "This is nothing more than a lowly commoner..."
"You scoundrel!!" Zhao Cheng roared, "How dare you, a foreigner, call the people of my Great Jing 'lowly people'?"
As he spoke, Zhao Cheng walked over to the old worker, lifted up his already worn-out clothes, and pointed to the wound on his abdomen, saying, "Old man, I've seen these wounds on you before. These... shouldn't be work-related injuries, right?"
The old worker nodded to Zhao Cheng, then clasped his hands in a fist salute to Wang Yuluan not far away, and said, "In response to your question, young master, if injuries sustained during battle are not considered work-related injuries, then these do not count either."
really!
Zhao Cheng's expression hardened, and he said, "The old man is a soldier of the Great Jing!"
When Wang Yuluan instructed people to help the old worker up, Zhao Cheng noticed the wounds on his abdomen, which were clearly knife and gunshot wounds.
Zhao Cheng had only asked tentatively, but he hadn't expected that the old worker was actually a veteran.
Zhao Huan treats veterans very well, as can be seen from his kindness towards veterans who have retired from the Dragon Spearmen.
Zhao Huan once said: "Old soldiers never die, and the Great Jing will never perish!"
These words were deeply etched in Zhao Cheng's heart, and could be considered a family motto of the Right Prime Minister's residence.
So now that things have developed to this point, Zhao Cheng's emotions are no longer feigned.
“I used to be…” The old worker glanced at the Southern Zhou people and said, “When I was young, I fought against the Night Dan, against the pirates, and also… against the Southern Zhou!”
As he spoke, he lifted his shirt, pointed to the wound on his abdomen, and said with trembling lips, "This one was left in the northern desert, this one in Yun Jing, this one in Yun Meng... If you count it that way, I suffered more at the hands of the Southern Zhou people. Today I was kicked by one of them again..."
"Old man!"
Zhao Cheng grasped the old worker's hand tightly and said with deep respect, "Once a soldier, always a soldier! You were a soldier of Dajing, and you are now!"
"When we were children, you shed your blood and sacrificed your life for us. Now that we've grown up, it's our turn to protect you!!"
Zhao Cheng clasped his hands in a fist salute to Wang Yuluan and said, "Young General, insulting the soldiers of our Great Jing is to trample on the prestige of our nation. This person must not be let off lightly!"
The crowd erupted in cheers.
"Yes, they must not be let off lightly!!"
"Outrageous! What kind of scoundrel dares to run wild in Changsui?!"
"We must apologize to the old man!!"
Upon hearing this, Wang Yuluan strode up to Zhou Jinghuan, his nose almost touching his forehead, spitting on his face as he spoke, and roared, "Apologize!! You must kneel down and apologize!!!"
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