Through Song Zhanjin's description, Lin Wanjun learned about the heroic deeds of Hong Rong's husband Qiu Baoping.
"He was the deputy commander of the engineering battalion, primarily responsible for transporting bodies. That night, he led dozens of soldiers to the trenches where the fighting had ended to retrieve the remains of our martyrs."
"As he was preparing to retreat, he suddenly discovered a small group of enemy troops lurking a few hundred meters away, preparing to seize the position again. He should have just retreated quickly and sent a signal, but he didn't move."
"It's hard to imagine that a few dozen soldiers from a third-line unit won the battle to defend that position with just their rifles and glorious bullets."
But it came at a heavy price.
When the reinforcements arrived at dawn, the tragic scene in the trenches could almost be described as a sea of corpses.
Qiu Baoping was the only survivor. His brothers and comrades fell around him in a mess, holding their guns tightly until their death.
But in that situation, living is more cruel and painful than death.
Qiu Baoping watched the soldiers he had trained die in front of him, and his heart was filled with pain and guilt.
At the beginning, he took them away from the North City and headed for the Southern Frontier.
He patted his chest and promised the soldiers that he would definitely bring them home.
But now, he has broken his promise.
If he could choose again, he would still pick up the gun and fight the enemy to the end without hesitation, but he would keep the last bullet for himself.
This body is no longer useful.
If I stay alive, I will cause trouble to the army and the country, as well as to my family and wife.
So he tried to slit his throat, tried to hang himself, tried to overdose…
Others were trying their best to live, but he was trying his best to die.
Lin Wanjun felt a pang of sadness in her heart when she heard this.
"He's so stupid. Better to live than to die. Living is the most important thing."
Song Zhanjin smiled sadly and said in a hoarse voice, "If I were Qiu Baoping, I think I would make the same choice as him."
He gazed at Lin Wanjun affectionately and said, "I don't want you to see my miserable and incompetent side. I don't want to be a burden to you and drag you down for the rest of my life."
If he must sacrifice, he hopes to sacrifice at the moment when Lin Wanjun loves him the most, leaving his best self in her heart.
Hearing this, Lin Wanjun raised her foot and kicked him hard.
"If you dare to have such a stupid idea, I will slap you hard like Sister Hong Rong slapped her husband until you wake up."
Song Zhanjin stood still, allowing Lin Wanjun to kick and beat him.
In the end, Lin Wanjun was tired. He reached out and hugged the girl with tears on her face tightly in his arms.
Lin Wanjun was sobbing and pinching Song Zhanjin's waist with her hands.
"Even if you lose your arms and legs, as long as you still have a breath left, you must crawl back here. If you dare to die, if you dare to die..."
Song Zhanjin chuckled and asked, "What will you do if I dare to die?"
Lin Wanjun sobbed and opened her mouth to bite Song Zhanjin's neck so hard that even a trace of blood flowed out from the corner of her mouth.
Song Zhanjin groaned, but did not struggle or resist, allowing Lin Wanjun to vent the painful emotions in his heart.
In the distance, Song Mingcheng and several other leaders stood with their hands behind their backs, watching their son being bitten and kicked by their daughter-in-law. Instead of being angry, he laughed.
"Old Song, your daughter-in-law is really hot!"
"Oh my, it's clear from the looks of it that Zhan Jin is having a hard time at home."
"Don't even mention Zhan Jin having a hard time. I bet Old Song and his wife are also afraid of their daughter-in-law."
…
Everyone was joking with each other, and their words were full of ridicule.
"You know nothing!"
Song Mingcheng laughed and scolded, "Beating is love, scolding is care. The harder my daughter-in-law beats me, the more she loves my son. This is a good thing. You don't have to worry about it!"
"Besides, isn't being afraid of your wife a traditional virtue? Everyone here, who dares to say they're not afraid of their wives at home?"
Song Mingcheng knew the moral character of these people too well.
Don't be fooled by how fierce they are outside. When they return home, they are more docile and timid than each other. After their wives slap them on the left cheek, they can actively turn their right cheek to let their wives continue slapping them.
Song Mingcheng snorted and looked around at the old comrades present.
"Do you need me to recount all your glorious henpecked deeds to help you recall them?"
Hearing this, everyone quickly admitted their mistake and begged for mercy.
"No, no, no, let's not talk about this anymore. Let's save some face for everyone."
Someone begged for mercy with a smile, saying, "Just think of it as me saying something wrong just now. Can I give my niece-in-law a box of fruit as an apology?"
After a while, an orderly brought a basket of seasonal fruits to Lin Wanjun.
Lin Wanjun had stopped crying a long time ago, but her eyes were still red.
Song Zhanjin was apologizing and coaxing his wife like a grandson. The teeth marks on his neck were particularly obvious, which was extremely ambiguous.
"Doctor Lin, this is the fruit the commander sent you."
The orderly was still a young man, and when he saw the couple hugging each other, his face turned a little red, and he even lowered his head and dared not look.
Lin Wanjun hurriedly broke free from Song Zhanjin's arms and pushed him aside.
"Huh? Fruit from the commander?"
She looked at the fresh and juicy fruits in the box and asked with a puzzled look on her face, "Which leader?"
The orderly pointed to a place not far away, where several senior leaders including Song Mingcheng were standing in the shadows, waving at her from afar.
"Niece-in-law, try some of the local fruits from southern Xinjiang. They're juicy and sweet."
A leader spoke with a smile.
"You two, take care of yourselves, and leave us old guys alone."
Lin Wanjun realized that the fight between the two of them might have been seen by all these leaders. When she thought of the scene of her biting Song Zhanjin's neck, she couldn't help but blush.
"You can't just talk the talk and not do anything. If you're really worried about disturbing us, then just leave now. Don't just stand there like a telephone pole, getting in the way."
Song Zhanjin laughed out loud, took a fruit, rubbed it on his clothes, and stuffed it into Lin Wanjun's hand.
"You must be tired after such an intense workout. Come, eat some fruit to replenish your energy. Only when you have enough energy can you continue to beat me."
The orderly's eyelids twitched.
Was this dog-licking man before him the Captain Song he knew? The soldier king who could shoot arrows from a hundred paces and kill enemies like chopping watermelons?
Damn, it turns out you can’t judge a book by its cover.
Song Mingcheng didn't come over. He smiled and waved to Lin Wanjun.
"Junjun, we'll be heading back to the frontline command post soon. If you need anything, call me."
Lin Wanjun smiled and said, "Unless it's a catastrophic event, I will do my best to handle it myself and not cause you any trouble."
"Why bother? Is he an outsider? Why are we family members talking about different things? Right, Dad?"
Song Zhanjin spoke shamelessly, not forgetting to wink at his own father.
Song Mingcheng, who had been so pleasant just a moment ago, now sneered and scolded, "There are no fathers and sons on the battlefield, only superiors and subordinates. How many times have I told you that?"
Song Zhanjin was speechless: "..."
"Yes! Chief!"
Lin Wanjun also hurriedly said, "Commander, I'll be leaving first."
Song Mingcheng frowned slightly.
"Why call me Chief? There are only a few of us here. Everyone knows you are my daughter-in-law. No need to be shy. Just call me Dad!"
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