Song Zhanjin's head was still wrapped in gauze, and there were even spots of blood seeping out.
If it were someone else, how could they dare to let a wounded person carry them?
But Lin Wanjun is not an outsider. She knows that Song Zhanjin's injury is not a serious problem, so she indulges him a little and acts like a spoiled little wife.
Song Zhanjin couldn't help laughing. He turned around and walked back to Lin Wanjun, kneeling with his back to her.
"Come up."
Song Zhanjin's back is broad and strong, giving girls a sense of security that they cannot refuse.
"Can you do it?"
Looking at the man's broad back, Lin Wanjun did not rush to jump on him. Instead, she giggled and poked him on the back a few times.
"Hmm? Are you questioning me?"
Song Zhanjin looked back at the girl who was smiling sweetly in the moonlight. She looked like an elf who had accidentally strayed into the mortal world. Her eyes and eyebrows were lively and charming, making her particularly attractive.
"If I can do it or not, you'll know if you come up and try it."
As he spoke, Song Zhanjin pulled Lin Wanjun into his arms.
"You can try it however you want, and you can do whatever you want."
This is a bit explicit.
Lin Wanjun snorted, pushed Song Zhanjin away, and cursed with a smile, "Shameless!"
"How can I be so shameless in front of you? Do you want your husband to be like a pedantic old scholar, always talking about etiquette and morality?"
Song Zhanjin smiled and leaned close to Lin Wanjun's ear, not knowing what he said.
Lin Wanjun's face suddenly turned red, and her earlobes were so red that blood almost dripped out.
"Bah, you shameless scoundrel!"
Song Zhanjin laughed loudly and easily picked up Lin Wanjun by the waist regardless of her resistance.
"I'm just talking nonsense, but you've already called me a gangster. I can't bear this accusation for nothing, right? I might as well prove my guilt and become a real gangster."
As he spoke, Song Zhanjin strode forward, his steps a little hurried.
After a fierce battle, Song Zhanjin was in high spirits and he needed to do something to relieve the restlessness and excitement in his heart.
Lin Wanjun hugged Song Zhanjin's neck and giggled. Song Zhanjin couldn't help himself. As he walked, he lowered his head and kissed his wife in his arms.
"Hurry up and laugh now, or you'll cry later!"
Song Zhanjin uttered harsh words, his eyes becoming as fierce as a wolf.
“Ahem!”
Just as Song Zhanjin was about to walk into his father's office and dormitory, he suddenly heard a cough behind him.
Song Zhanjin actually heard it, but he had more important things to do now and really didn't want to pay attention to it.
So he pretended not to hear and went in.
“Ahem!”
The coughing became more intense, followed by my father's voice.
"Stop pretending, I know you heard it!"
Having said that, it would be a bit deliberate for Song Zhanjin to pretend to be deaf and dumb.
Lin Wanjun had also broken free from Song Zhanjin's arms and was standing beside him, tidying up her hair, her cheeks still flushed.
"Dad, you did this on purpose, didn't you?"
The dissatisfied Song Zhanjin turned around sadly and looked at his father with a condemning look.
No, I wouldn’t treat my son like that.
We are all men, and we have all been through it. You should know how it feels like not seeing each other for a long time.
How come, when his wife is not around, he becomes jealous of his own son and interrupts his good things?
Song Mingcheng really wanted to slap his own son twice.
What a success! Look at that success!
He is obviously a top soldier, but he seems to have lost his soul when he sees his wife. He is simply the most useless and lascivious person in the entire army!
"Before we set out, I asked you how you came up with this tactic, and you said you would tell me if you returned safely."
Song Mingcheng took a few steps forward and looked at his son with a burning gaze.
"Now that we've returned safely and with a complete victory, not even a single casualty, isn't it time for you to reveal the answer?"
That day, he was shocked when Song Zhanjin placed a military map in front of him, pointed to several crisscrossing arrows and said that he had a way to capture the high ground.
This tactic may seem radical and reckless at first glance, but a closer look reveals how brilliant it is.
Not to mention a young man like Song Zhanjin who has only been in the army for a few years, even an old man like him who has experienced hundreds of battles may not be able to come up with such a brilliant tactic.
The risk is high, but the chances of success are also high.
Song Zhanjin did not shamelessly claim all the credit for himself, but only said that he would tell him the truth if he won.
Song Mingcheng has been busy saving people today and now that he has some free time, he can't wait to know the answer.
Song Zhanjin chuckled.
"Don't you think this tactic is familiar?"
Yes, it was very familiar, which made Song Mingcheng even more curious.
"I saw your grandfather's shadow in it, but your grandfather can't be here. I even called him during the day and asked him, but he didn't give you any advice."
Song Zhanjin said half-seriously, "Well, is there a possibility that it was my great-grandfather who gave me this advice? After all, right? He died so many years ago, and his body has never been found."
"Nonsense!"
Song Mingcheng could only rebuke him, saying, "You are so careless and unruly. You are really making a fuss."
"Really? I really saw my great-grandfather."
Song Zhanjin suppressed his smile and said seriously, "Dad, great-grandfather is really not dead."
Staring at his son's eyes, Song Mingcheng's expression gradually changed. He stood up straight and his facial muscles tensed unconsciously.
"Where is he?"
When Song Mingcheng was growing up, the stories his grandmother told him most often were always about his grandfather.
Invisibly, the grandfather whom Song Mingcheng had never met became the idol that he admired and longed for the most.
He kept his grandfather's motto in mind, the eight words "I live while the country perishes, I die while the country survives", and practiced it throughout his life.
Song Zhanjin shook his head.
"I can't let you see him, but I can tell you very clearly that he is alive, and he has been paying close attention to the battle in Southern Xinjiang."
"He hopes, no, he demands that we win this war. Not an inch of our motherland's territory can be lost!"
The father and son looked at each other for a long time, and Song Mingcheng closed his eyes slightly.
"If you're not lying to me, if your grandfather is really alive, then please tell him that we will definitely win this battle."
After he said that, he turned and left, walking towards the light with firm steps.
It was not until his figure disappeared that Lin Wanjun finally spoke.
"Old man, did you hear that? We will definitely win this battle."
Hearing this, Song Zhanjin turned his head to look at Lin Wanjun. At just one glance, he saw completely different lights flashing in Lin Wanjun's left and right eyes.
The right eye is clear, while the left eye is cloudy, like two different lives.
In the space, Song Xiu looked at his grandson walking away through Lin Wanjun's eyes, and he smiled with relief.
"I heard that."
He said, "Have that brat Zhan Jin come in quickly and tell me the whole story of the battle. According to my original plan, there shouldn't have been so many casualties."
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