On the other side, a farce was taking place on the military exercise ground.
On the military exercise ground, the strong smell of gunpowder had not yet dissipated, and the sky was dimmed by the flames of war.
When the whistle blew to end the exercise, Commander Feng felt extremely heavy-hearted.
During this military exercise, the soldiers frequently performed poorly, many planned tactical actions were not completed effectively, and coordination and cooperation were full of loopholes.
As for why this situation occurred, Commander Feng was also clear about it, but he really didn't know how to say it.
As the leader, Song Zhenhua is a role model and belief in the hearts of all the soldiers. Now the news in the army that he cheated on his wife and lived with another woman outside like a normal couple and had a son was undoubtedly a heavy blow to the soldiers' hearts.
Soldiers have been making mistakes during training recently.
Even if they did ideological work on the soldiers, the effect was not great.
Now he has to report to Song Zhenhua under such pressure. He is really in a difficult situation.
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But the morale of the troops is related to their combat effectiveness, and if this incident is not handled properly, the consequences will be disastrous.
Commander Feng strode towards the temporary command room.
In the command room, Song Zhenhua was sitting in a chair reviewing documents.
Commander Feng walked in and gave a standard military salute.
With a serious expression, he said, "Commander Song, the situation of this exercise is far from ideal, and the soldiers' condition and performance are far below expectations.
After investigation, the main reason was the rumors about your personal lifestyle, which had a great impact on the soldiers' beliefs.
The morale of the troops has been seriously affected and we must pay attention to it and address it properly.”
Commander Feng spoke sincerely and looked at Song Zhenhua firmly.
This report was his final decision after much deliberation.
No matter what the result today is, even if it costs him his military career, he cannot say anything against his will, do anything against his will, and cannot let down the uniform he wears.
When Song Zhenhua heard this, his face turned pale and he slammed the documents in his hand onto the table.
He stood up with his eyes wide open, and shouted:
"What are you talking about? Are you blaming me? I think it's you who's incompetent in leading the troops!
If the training is not strict during normal times, the soldiers will fail at critical moments.
Now you are pushing the blame onto me. Do you still have the party spirit and sense of responsibility?
It's really embarrassing!"
Song Zhenhua roared and pointed at Commander Feng's face, his emotions almost out of control.
Commander Feng's face turned red at the sudden accusation and insult. He clenched his fists slightly and tried hard to suppress his inner anger.
"Commander, I have no intention of shirking my responsibilities. I am just reflecting the problem in a realistic way. The soldiers are very emotionally unstable right now. We should take measures to stabilize their morale as soon as possible..."
"shut up!"
Song Zhenhua interrupted rudely, "Stop making excuses. I think you are incompetent and can't lead the soldiers well! If you continue like this, you won't be the division commander anymore!"
Commander Feng felt very aggrieved. He was wholeheartedly concerned about the long-term development of the troops, but he was subjected to such groundless accusations and humiliation. However, in the army with a strict hierarchy, he could only endure the grievance and swallow his words.
Just then, hurried footsteps were heard outside the command post.
Zheng Zecheng walked in quickly, followed by an old man of unknown identity who was wearing a neat military uniform and had an extraordinary temperament.
The old man has deep and sharp eyes, and exudes a calm and majestic aura.
He quickly scanned the scene in the command post and looked directly at Song Zhenhua. His voice was low but powerful: "Song Zhenhua, after investigation, your personal misconduct constitutes bigamy, and this matter has caused a serious impact on the army. Now officially notify you that you are dismissed!"
Song Zhenhua was stunned at first, with an expression of disbelief on his face.
Then he burst into a shrill laugh: "Hahaha, what did you say? Who are you?"
After saying that, Song Zhenhua looked at Zheng Zecheng next to him and said through gritted teeth:
"Zheng Zecheng, are you out of your mind?
Why find such an unknown person to play such a joke?
This is a military exercise ground, a place with strict discipline, and you won't be allowed to mess around!
Hurry up and take this old guy out, don't interfere with my work!"
Song Zhenhua laughed wildly and pointed outside the door with an extremely arrogant expression on his face. He had no idea of the seriousness of the matter.
The old man's eyes instantly turned cold as ice, and he nodded slightly to signal the two soldiers behind him.
The two soldiers stepped forward as quickly as cheetahs, grabbing Song Zhenhua's arms firmly on the left and right.
Song Zhenhua was immediately furious, struggling like a mad beast, and kept cursing:
"You are rebelling! You dare to touch me? Do you know who I am? I am the leader. I have shed blood and made contributions for the country. You can't do this to me!"
He twisted his body desperately and kicked his feet, trying to break free from the soldiers' control.
The soldiers were well-trained and held him down tightly without any slackness.
The old man stepped forward, his eyes full of contempt and disgust, and said coldly:
"Song Zhenhua, you are still stubborn and stubborn.
Your actions seriously violated the Party discipline, the military discipline and the code of ethics for soldiers. We have solid evidence.
Today is the day for you to accept your punishment. Stop struggling in vain."
"Who do you think you are? Do you think you can punish me?"
Song Zhenhua was still struggling, shouting that he would appeal to his superiors, saying that this was a conspiracy.
Zheng Zecheng walked slowly to Song Zhenhua and patted his face, which looked dissatisfied.
"Then let me tell you, this person is the leader of the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection. Do you think he is qualified?"
The old man sneered and waved his hand. The entourage immediately took out a stack of documents and threw them in front of Song Zhenhua.
"The evidence is all here, take a look for yourself! You used your position to cover up the scandal and even tried to suppress the soldiers who reported it. We know all of this clearly."
When Song Zhenhua looked at the document, the color on his face instantly faded and turned as pale as paper.
There was no longer arrogance and pride in his eyes, but instead endless fear and regret.
His legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground, mumbling to himself, "This can't be true... How could this happen..."
Outside the command room, soldiers who heard the noise gathered around.
When they saw Song Zhenhua being pressed to the ground, there was a brief silence among the crowd, followed by thunderous applause.
The soldiers' faces were filled with complex emotions, including the joy of having their long-suppressed anger released, and the relief that justice had finally arrived.
Commander Feng looked at this scene, and a relieved smile finally appeared on his tense face.
He stepped forward and saluted the old man: "Leader, thank you for clearing out this bad apple from the army and giving the soldiers hope again."
Zheng Zecheng also said with emotion: "Now, the troops can finally return to normal, and the soldiers can regain their faith and fighting spirit."
This turmoil caused by ugliness finally came to an end with the judgment of justice.
The military exercise ground has returned to its former tense training atmosphere; the soldiers' slogans are louder and their steps are more determined.
Song Zhenhua's lesson is like a wake-up call, reminding every soldier to adhere to discipline and moral bottom line and safeguard the honor and dignity of the military.
…
Far away in the First People's Hospital of Haicheng.
Song Shishi woke up slowly, and what she saw was a clean white ward with the smell of disinfectant lingering in her nose.
She moved her heavy head, and before she had time to think about it, she saw a familiar figure sitting beside the bed.
"Uncle?"
Song Shishi's voice was still a little weak, with a hint of hoarseness from just waking up.
When Zheng Zeqian heard the voice, he immediately raised his head and his originally frowned brows relaxed instantly.
"You are finally awake, girl. If you don't wake up, I will have thought of the kneeling posture and last words for you when I see my sister."
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