Chapter 511: Literary Female Soldier 1

Lu Jiang sat on the chair and didn't get up for a long time.

"Brigade Commander, the commander and the others are all here. It would be inappropriate for you not to go!" Han Ping said helplessly.

He has been with Lu Jiang for a year, so of course he knows why Lu Jiang frowned.

But wouldn't it be nice to watch the rehearsal in advance? Han Ping couldn't hold back his excitement. Thinking of the female soldiers in the art troupe, their eyebrows were smiling and their morale was boosted.

"What's inappropriate? Isn't it just to listen to some songs and watch some dancing?" Although he said that, when he heard that all the senior military generals were present, Lu Jiang knew why Ye Zhengjun came to call him. He picked up the military coat and cap on the chair, put them on neatly, and walked towards the auditorium. Along the way, when he saw his comrades-in-arms who were lower in rank than him saluted, he returned the salute one by one, never thinking of himself as superior.

Director Bai of the cultural troupe stood at the door of the auditorium to welcome the generals. When he saw Lu Jiang, he immediately saluted, "Brigade Commander Lu."

Lu Jiang returned the greeting, "Captain Bai."

Even though Captain Bai has never fought on the battlefield, his military rank is not low. Look at his epaulettes, they are higher than Lu Jiang's!

"The commander, army commander and others are here. Please come in, Brigade Commander Lu. We'll start the show once everyone is here. Please express your opinions after watching it so we can continue to improve." Captain Bai said with a smile.

She is about thirty years old, with long eyebrows, handsome eyes, red lips and white teeth. She looks heroic in her military uniform.

Lu Jiang walked into the auditorium without looking around, and indeed saw that most of the generals in the army were sitting in the audience, talking loudly.

Ye Zhengjun saw him and stretched out his hand to take a picture, "Lu Jiang, here!"

Many of them were superiors. Lu Jiang saluted all the way and sat down in the back seat when he came to them. Next to him was Zhao Yong. When he sat down, he asked, "When will your sister-in-law arrive? So we can pick them up in advance."

Military districts have always been located in the suburbs for the convenience of training and are quite a distance away from train stations.

Lu Jiang replied, "I estimate that the train will arrive at the station tomorrow afternoon, but I'm afraid it will be late. It's common for trains to be late. But it doesn't matter. I'll file a report early tomorrow morning and drive to the train station to wait."

"That's a must." Zhao Yong said, "It's not easy for my sister-in-law to come here, you can only show your feelings if you go in person."

Lu Jiang smiled slightly, his heart filled with joy at the prospect of seeing his wife and children.

The commander seemed to have heard their conversation and turned to ask, "Xiao Lu's family is coming? When will it be?"

"I approved it, Comrade Commander." Ye Zhengjun said, "Lu Jiang has an important responsibility. He won't be able to go home to visit his family this year or next year. The long journey back and forth is not enough to delay things. The time spent on the road is longer than the time he spends with his family. I simply approved his wife and children to visit him. Anyway, his family is willing to spend the travel expenses. Commander, I tell you, this matter cannot be disapproved. You don't know who Lu Jiang called dad first!"

"Who is he shouting? Xiao Lu is in the army, it must not be him." said the commander.

"Of course it wasn't him. It was Zhao Anbang, the one who caught a grenade with his bare hands and blew off one of his arms." Ye Zhengjun couldn't help but smile. "A few months ago, Xiao Lu got a letter from home that really pissed him off."

The commander laughed and waved his hands, saying, "It's okay, it's okay, why are you angry? It's just that you haven't seen him since childhood, so you don't recognize him. I fought for more than ten years and finally found time to go home. My kid, who had never seen me since he was born, shouted at me, 'Where did you come from, you little thief? Take a stick from my grandpa Sun!' This is what my son did!"

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(End of this chapter)