"Uncle Zhang, do we have a driver here? Find someone to check it out for me. I'm planning to haul fifteen tons at a time, so at least the tires and everything else need to be checked."
"Leave this to Xiaoshun. Have him go find someone in a bit. You should get some rest."
"I'm not taking a nap this afternoon. Is there anything I can do?"
"No, what kind of work could there be here? I have to go out this afternoon, you stay here."
“Okay.” Zhang Hongmei looked at Zhang Xingguo, who was frowning, and even eating meat didn’t taste good to him.
"Uncle Zhang, is something troubling you?"
"They captured US prisoners of war, but we don't have a translator here, so we can't understand a word they're saying?"
"I understand. I'm learning a foreign language, should I go ask?"
"That's great! Come on, come with me." With that, he pulled Zhang Hongmei away.
"Hongmei, you drive. The place where he's being held isn't close."
Zhang Hongmei was very happy to be able to help Zhang Xingguo; at least she had done her part. Following Zhang Xingguo's instructions, she arrived fifteen minutes later.
Upon seeing Zhang Xingguo's car, but noticing the driver had changed, the soldiers guarding the vehicle hesitated. Zhang Xingguo had no choice but to get out of the car himself before they could pass.
Upon entering the cell where prisoners of war were being held, Zhang Hongmei saw a soldier leisurely lying on his back on the bed, legs crossed, humming a tune and enjoying himself.
He heard the door open and saw Zhang Xingguo come in. He glanced at Zhang Xingguo with disdain, but his eyes lit up when he saw Zhang Hongmei.
"Is this the maid sent for me? This one is not bad." After saying that, he got out of bed and walked towards the two of them.
Zhang Xingguo couldn't understand what he was saying at all. But seeing the lewd look on Zhang Hongmei's face, he immediately kicked him in the stomach.
“I challenge you to a duel, you sick man of East Asia! I’m going to the International Military Tribunal to sue you for abusing prisoners of war.”
Zhang Xingguo only saw him squatting on the ground, clutching his stomach, looking furious and arrogant, babbling in a foreign language. He raised his leg and kicked him again, this time sending the man sprawling to the ground.
Zhang Hongmei looked down at the prisoner of war, thinking, "There are all sorts of birds in a big forest." Seeing the dark-colored steamed buns on the table, Zhang Hongmei immediately became furious. Her own family members were going to the battlefield hungry; why should they be given steamed buns?
"Uncle Zhang, why?"
"Why what?"
"Our own people are going to the battlefield hungry to defend our country, so why should prisoners of war have plenty of food?" Zhang Hongmei pointed at the dark steamed buns on the table and asked Zhang Xingguo in a heated tone.
Zhang Xingguo frowned as he looked at the steamed buns on the table.
"Someone come here."
The guard at the door rushed in. "Reporting, what are your orders?"
"Who is in charge of prisoners of war? Tell him to come see me immediately."
"yes."
A moment later, a soldier of considerable rank jogged over, stood at attention, and saluted Zhang Xingguo. "Greetings, Commander! Zhao Changhai is at your command."
"So you're in charge of this. Then let me ask you, is this the standard of food for prisoners of war?" Zhang Xingguo pointed to the steamed buns on the table.
The soldier lying on the ground saw that an officer who was usually very polite to him had arrived, and his attitude immediately became arrogant again.
"I want to file a complaint. You must deal seriously with those who beat and abuse prisoners of war."
Zhang Xingguo and Zhao Changhai couldn't understand, but Zhang Hongmei could. Hearing this, her anger flared up, and she pulled out the pistol Gu Chuanming had given her and pointed it at the prisoners of war.
Everyone in the room was startled. Zhao Changhai immediately stopped them, saying, "Stop! You can't fire! This is against discipline."
Zhang Hongmei didn't even bother to acknowledge him. She had already learned how to use a gun along the way, pulled the trigger, and shot the prisoner in the thigh. The prisoner was so frightened that he wet himself.
Zhang Hongmei interrupted his wailing in Y language, "Shut up, or next time it won't be on the ground."
Hearing Zhang Hongmei's fluent foreign language, seeing the gun in her hand, and then looking at the fierce look on the pretty face of this oriental beauty, the prisoner of war dared not be arrogant anymore and had to climb up twice before he could get up.
"Who are you? How could you fire a gun? We have rules to treat prisoners of war well."
"Me? Who I am is not important, but you used to have a subordinate named Zhang Aiguo, right?"
"You? Yes, there is."
“That’s right.” After Zhang Hongmei finished speaking, she took out the letter from her satchel, or rather, from her spatial storage. The letter still contained the money and receipts, and handed it to Battalion Commander Zhao.
"Here you go. I've already investigated what happened before, and I'll investigate your issues as well. This is what you gave me, so I'm returning it to you."
Now let's talk business. You were a soldier too; soldiers on the battlefield are starving, yet you treat prisoners of war very well.
Zhao Changhai was stunned for a moment, then became somewhat embarrassed and angry, "What right do you have to question me? I've been following the rules and regulations."
"If I represent Gu Chuanming and I'm unsure if I'm qualified?"
Zhang Hongmei wasn't the type to bully others, but she was simply furious.
“Her meaning is my meaning,” Zhang Xingguo said calmly from the side.
"Commander, this was personally ordered by Commander Chen." Zhao Changhai also felt wronged.
Zhang Hongmei ignored them and asked, "Uncle Zhang, is there anything you want to ask?"
"Zhao Changhai, go out and call Chief Chen over." Zhang Xingguo dismissed the outsider and then sat down dejectedly.
Zhang Hongmei was startled. "Uncle Zhang, what's wrong?"
"It's nothing, I'm just feeling down."
"If the water is too clear, there will be no fish. Don't worry about it."
Zhang Xingguo smiled, explained a few questions, and then sat down to wait.
Zhang Hongmei stepped over the wet ground, frowned in disgust, and went to the window, asking Zhang Xingguo's question in fluent foreign language.
The man on the bed was a little scared, but he was just an ordinary soldier and knew nothing about Zhang Xingguo's problems.
“Uncle Zhang, this is just a private who doesn’t know anything. There’s no need to waste your energy on him.”
"Okay, let's go then."
The two men came out, and Zhao Changhai and General Chen were waiting outside.
"Let's go to the conference room," Zhang Xingguo instructed, waiting for Zhang Hongmei and the other woman to follow behind them.
"Zhang Xingguo, what do you mean? I'm just following the rules. Besides, this isn't your jurisdiction." Chen Youliang started yelling as soon as he entered the room, completely ignoring Zhang Hongmei.
Before Zhang Xingguo could speak, Zhang Hongmei took out the letter of introduction given to her by Gu Chuanming from her bag. "I wonder if this person is qualified to inquire about this?"
Chen Youliang refused to answer at all; he was too disgusted by this arrogant little girl.
"Hehe, it's alright. Can I make a call here, Uncle Zhang?"
"Can."
"Then I'll have to make a phone call. The war isn't over yet, and our own people are already turning against each other."
Chen Youliang reluctantly took the paper, read it, and then handed it back to Zhang Hongmei without saying a word.
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