The conversation at the park tea stall will remain unknown to a third person, and everything will proceed in secret.
In the auditorium, the final rehearsal for the performance was in full swing. Instructor Zhao and Political Commissar Wen were exhausted. They hadn't had a moment to rest all morning, let alone have a sip of tea, just from receiving the Blue Team members.
My throat feels like it's on fire, so dry and painful.
The first people to arrive from the Blue Team were the grassroots cadres, a whole truckload of people, all of whom had military ranks. As the instructor and political commissar, the two naturally had to fulfill their duty as hosts and greet each of the comrades with military ranks on their shoulders.
The officers arrived first, followed by the soldiers. Fortunately, only two elite companies, about two hundred people in total, came.
The elite team started preparing as soon as they received the list. They were not flustered at all and orderly welcomed all two hundred to three hundred people to the newly built tiered room at the back.
This tiered hall was originally prepared for all team members, for use during large meetings or group movie screenings, so the space is really large, capable of accommodating at least a thousand people, comparable to a large auditorium.
Exhausted, the instructor and political commissar finally leaned against the wall to rest for a bit: "Amu, all the Blue Team members have arrived, right?" Instructor Zhao felt like he was about to become an immortal, with the illusion that he could fly away at any moment.
Political Commissar Wen leaned against the wall, taking a deep breath: "The Blue Team's big boss and the cultural troupe haven't arrived yet. At this time, they should all arrive together later."
Instructor Zhao, now in a state of near-immortality, spat fiercely, and could vaguely see the familiar military truck cab at the corner outside the gate: "Speak of the devil, and he appears! Watch your appearance, you bastard! We just won a battle, don't embarrass our Red Team!"
really...
As Zhao Shuai finished speaking, a military truck slowly drove up, followed by several military vehicles. The Blue Team's big boss and small bosses were already in the vehicles.
The two shook their legs, which felt as heavy as cotton, and forced out stiff smiles as they stepped forward to greet their comrades from the Blue Team.
He's all smiles on the outside, but cursing on the inside!
but....
Now everyone should be here, right?
The list only has three hundred people, but after roughly counting, it's about right.
Having dealt with them for several years in the exercises, they naturally knew the Blue Team's leaders, including the instructors and political commissars. From their regimental commanders down to the company commanders, they were all familiar faces.
But, could you tell me who that big shot who got off the last military vehicle, carrying an ear of wheat and two stars on his shoulder? It's our own army commander, who seems to only have an ear of wheat and one star.
Judging from the military uniform that the big shot was wearing, he was from the Blue Team, but who exactly was he? I've never seen him before!
Wen Mu and Zhao Shuai were dumbfounded, but they knew this was not the time to think about such nonsense. They quickly ran forward and gave a standard military salute: "Greetings, Commander!" they shouted.
Fortunately, at that moment, Major Ye, whom the two knew, got out of the car.
Since they were of equal rank, there was no need to salute; they simply exchanged greetings.
Major Ye did not disappoint the instructor and political commissar. With a cold face, he actually called that big shot "Dad".
What?
So this big shot is... the legendary old man from the Ye family who's doing so well in headquarters? The legendary second-in-command of the military?
"Dad, I'm going to see my friend."
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