Watching the jeep raising a cloud of dust, Qin Ying hid inside the door of the dormitory building, watching the jeep go away, as if she could still see the gold stars on his epaulettes flashing in the sunlight.
Fu Hanzhou's words "tolerate her deception" made her waver. She wondered if it would be okay to tell him the truth, so when she entered the dormitory building, her steps seemed to have taken root.
Seeing him so close, she still didn't have the courage to chase after him.
Fu Hanzhou drove all the way back to the headquarters building.
The passing recruits saluted in panic, but were frightened away by his gloomy face.
"Report to the Chief!"
Fu Hanzhou stood at the door of the combat command room and suddenly stood at attention, the doorplate buzzing with the sound.
"Come in!"
Fu Qixun's steady and powerful voice came from inside the door.
When I pushed the door open, Fu Qixun was looking through documents, with the tip of his pen hanging above the paper, not falling for a long time.
Hearing footsteps, he took off his reading glasses, glanced at Fu Hanzhou's tense jawline, and frowned slightly:
"Hanzhou? Why are you here?"
"Report to the Chief!"
Fu Hanzhou stood in a straight military posture, his boots clicking together and making a crisp sound:
"I request to lead the team on this mission!"
Fu Qixun was stunned. Fu Hanzhou's name was not on the list of personnel for this mission.
He put down the documents, tapped the table with his knuckles, his eyes sharp as an eagle's:
"The logistics department just finished compiling the list for equipment adaptation training, and you are not on it."
He stood up, the tea in his hand rippled, and his shoulder rubbed against the "Iron Blood Forged Soul" banner on the wall behind him:
"You are the head of a regiment, why do you insist on joining the death squad?"
Fu Hanzhou looked straight ahead and answered in a resounding voice:
"Because I'm the head of a regiment, please approve it, Chief!"
Fu Qixun put down the celadon cup, and the sound of it hitting the table was mixed with an oppressive aura:
"As the regiment commander, you should know the danger of this mission better than the recruits."
He pulled out a document and threw it on the table:
"This mission requires crossing a three-kilometer minefield, and the casualty rate is estimated at 37%. How can you guarantee that you will complete the mission while minimizing casualties?"
Fu Hanzhou stared at the bulging blue veins on the back of his father's hand, and recalled the alienation in Qin Ying's eyes that morning.
He clenched his fists tightly:
"The group I led completed seven extreme challenges during simulated field training near Yancheng."
"Simulation training?"
Fu Qixun suddenly approached, and the smell of tobacco mixed with the strong tea that he couldn't quit hit me:
"Using an unrealistic simulation training experience to deal with a minefield with an extremely high mortality rate, you are risking the lives of your soldiers!"
Outside the window came the shouts of new recruits practicing with bayonets.
Fu Hanzhou recalled Qin Ying's figure playing the violin on the stage last night, dazzling yet unfamiliar.
Those things he didn't understand were all the secrets she kept deep in her heart.
"The more dangerous the place, the more I must lead by example."
His deep and powerful voice seemed to hit the wall:
"That's a soldier's duty."
Fu Qixun picked up the pen and drew a crooked red line on the application form. The tip of the pen stopped on the three words "Fu Hanzhou". The spread of red ink looked like a blood-red flower.
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