"If you encounter scum like this in the future, just fight them head-on. Don't be afraid, I'll take the hit for you."
Zeng Guangzhao straightened Yi Mu's collar, but he couldn't stand the spot where it had been touched.
Yi Mu stared at his face, unable to resist being moved.
Being flirted with unwittingly is the most deadly.
He grabbed Zeng Guangzhao's wrist and made a joke, half-jokingly and half-seriously.
"What you're saying might make me mistakenly think that you're interested in me too."
After he finished speaking, he felt a weight lift off his shoulders.
Yi Mu gave a self-deprecating smile and released Zeng Guangzhao's hand.
Yi Mu was surprised to see the worry on Zeng Guangzhao's face when his hand was grasped in mid-air.
Why are your hands so cold?
Hope rekindled in his eyes, and a spectacular fireworks display erupted in Yi Mu's gaze.
“Zeng Guangzhao, you…”
"Sixth...Commander! Someone ran down here and we caught him. The leader wants to see you."
Zeng Guangzhao glanced at Lone Wolf and told Yi Mu to return to the barracks first.
Yi Mu wasn't going back; he needed to know Zeng Guangzhao's answer.
Now that Zeng Guangzhao's attitude has softened, it's not far from the two of them expressing their true feelings to each other.
Yi Mu followed behind Zeng Guangzhao like a happy little bird.
Thick smoke filled the mountains, making it impossible for anyone to stay; all the roads leading down the mountain were blocked.
Half of the Communist troops who fled into the mountains were wounded. In addition to about a hundred normal combat personnel, there was also a very valuable medical team.
Their battalion commander believed that they could not choose to hide in the mountains and fight the enemy to the death.
So many wounded patients need a stable environment for treatment, and medical teams are a valuable resource anywhere; we cannot afford to lose any of them.
The battalion commander anticipated that the Nationalist soldiers would not let them off so easily, so he came down the mountain to negotiate before the smoke had completely cleared.
"We surrender, and hope that your army can make proper arrangements for our wounded."
Zeng Guangzhao glanced at the densely packed wounded behind him; there must have been at least two or three hundred people.
So many wounded soldiers, already barely clinging to life, are still being chased and beaten; it's pitiful.
But despite his pitiful state, Zeng Guangzhao was not going to be a soft-hearted philanthropist.
"I accept your surrender, but with so many wounded, our army can't take care of you all. We can only give you territory; you'll have to fend for yourselves for food, and—"
Zeng Guangzhao looked at the battalion commander, who was a full twelve years older than him, and warned, "Don't try anything funny under my nose. I'm not a kind person."
As soon as he finished speaking, a woman in a nurse's uniform walked out from the medical team behind the battalion commander.
She had short hair, slightly dark skin, and a somewhat androgynous voice. If it weren't for her slightly protruding chest, she really wouldn't look like a woman.
"How come I didn't know you were this kind of person?"
She stepped out from behind the battalion commander and looked up.
Zeng Guangzhao stood there, stunned, staring at Gu Lanjun's face, unsure how to react.
Yi Mu's reaction was more direct; he shivered and began to feel how cold it was.
Gu Lanjun walked up to Zeng Guangzhao. Apart from having cut her hair shorter, she looked no different.
"What, don't you recognize me?"
Zeng Guangzhao's face showed a variety of expressions, but none of them reflected the joy of a long-awaited reunion.
His voice sounded dry: "Long time no see."
Gu Lanjun gave Zeng Guangzhao a warm hug.
The conflict that led to her leaving last year was insignificant to her. She believed that her relationship with Zeng Guangzhao, which had lasted for so many years, would eventually return to what it was before, given enough time.
Zeng Guangzhao pulled Gu Lanjun away, not giving her a chance to speak, and called Lone Wolf over, instructing him to make arrangements for the wounded.
He turned around and saw Yi Mu's figure disappear into the crowd, quickly vanishing from sight.
Panicked, Zeng Guangzhao chased after them without thinking.
Gu Lanjun watched his departing figure, looked at her own hands, and pursed her lips.
Just now, Zeng Guangzhao pulled her hand away forcefully, completely unaware that she had an injury on her palm.
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