"You can all go back together, and I'll explain the law enforcer side."
Zhang Shuguang had seen the Song family’s tribe with his own eyes, so he dared to take on this responsibility.
"Isn't this bad?"
As the outstanding young patriarch of the Song family, Song Zhaohui is naturally not a fool.
The army has been a place that emphasizes military discipline since ancient times. I was randomly checked, but I didn't reveal my identity and no team leader came to vouch for me.
If all three of them were released, it would obviously be against the regulations.
Song Zhaohui has his own bottom line. He cannot put the people who help him into a difficult situation just for the safety of his own group.
"It's okay, Brother Song. You also said that the tribe members have deep-rooted ideas. If your two brothers are detained, the difficulties you will face when you return will be even greater.
I'll handle this, you can go back without worry. No matter what your final decision is, just tell me tomorrow.
I live in the Southern Xinjiang Military Region Family Compound. Do you know where it is located?"
Zhang Shuguang knew that sincerity was the greatest killer skill.
Since he wanted to do a favor for Song Chaohui, Zhang Shuguang would respond with the utmost sincerity.
"Okay, Brother Zhang, I'm grateful for your kindness. If I don't convince you and the clan ultimately decides to maintain the status quo, my brothers and I will turn ourselves in to the law enforcers and won't frame you as disloyal or unjust."
Song Zhaohui used his eyes to tell Zhang Shuguang that he might not be able to get the elders of the clan to be completely in sync with him, but he could fully guarantee that he would not let Zhang Shuguang down.
If the clan is unwilling to accept rule, he will not sell out the clan's information due to ancestral teachings, but the three of them can voluntarily surrender and allow law enforcement officers to deal with them, and Zhang Shuguang will not be implicated.
"If you are willing to believe me, I am willing to believe you."
The two men made a gentleman's agreement and returned to the law enforcement officers.
"Brothers, can you please spare me a moment to talk?"
Zhang Shuguang gave several soldiers a big smile.
"Just stand here and don't move, or else the bullets won't have eyes."
Squad leader Hu, who was in the lead, pulled the bolt of his gun with a clicking sound.
"Don't worry, sir. We won't run away."
Song Chaoming nodded and bowed with a fawning look on his face.
According to the records of the tribe and his past experience, few soldiers are reasonable. If you offend them, you will inevitably suffer.
"Be serious, don't be so frivolous, and don't call me Junye from now on. We are the people's army, not idiots."
Squad leader Hu looked serious and corrected Song Chaoming's inappropriate address.
"Yes, yes...it's all my fault for not being able to speak."
Song Chaoming didn't know what Ergouzi was, but he knew that it was never wrong to admit his mistakes in time.
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Still under the archway, Zhang Shuguang took out a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes.
"Comrade Zhang Shuguang, we have discipline. You can't let us make mistakes!"
Squad Leader Hu smiled and pushed the cigarette back.
"I understand the discipline. I won't take anything from the masses. I'm not just an ordinary citizen. I'm a soldier's family member. This cigarette was given to me by Grandpa Cao!"
What is your name, big brother? My dad is a veteran, and we are all family.
Zhang Shuguang handed the cigarette back to Squad Leader Hu and raised Cao Yongzhan's banner.
"My last name is Hu, Hu Jian. It turns out to be the old leader's cigarette. I have to try it."
This time, Squad Leader Hu did not refuse and took the cigarette directly.
There is more than one officer with the surname Cao in the Southern Xinjiang Military Region, Cao Yongzhan, but the one who can make Zhang Shuguang call him Grandpa Cao must be Commander Cao. The ages of the others do not match.
When the others saw what Squad Leader Hu did, they all took it and lit it with a smile.
"Captain Hu, I want to guarantee the three of them and let them go back first.
Don't worry, they are definitely not spies from the enemy country, nor are they fugitives from other places. I can guarantee this."
Zhang Shuguang made way and put the remaining half pack of cigarettes back into his pocket.
When dealing with soldiers, you cannot be as cunning as you would be with local people.
It's okay to give one away, but giving the rest away seems disrespectful.
"Comrade Zhang Shuguang, could you please tell us their exact identities?
I don't mean to doubt you, but the enemy agents are cunning and cunning, and we won't tolerate any carelessness."
Hu Jian put away his smile.
He respected Zhang Xiangnan very much, but it was a matter of principle, not a matter of saving face.
“To be honest, their ancestors were authentic nobles, and were founding marquises of the Ming Dynasty. Later, something bad happened, and the whole family was exiled to southern Xinjiang.
After arriving in southern Xinjiang, the Song family behaved themselves and served under the supervision of Prince Mu's Mansion.
Their ancestors followed Emperor Hongwu to drive away the Mongolian Tartars, and followed Prince Mu's Mansion to fight against the Qing Dynasty and the Jiannu. They can be regarded as heroes of us Han people.
Later, when the Jiannu invaded southern Xinjiang, they refused to surrender and instead retreated deep into the rainforest, where they survived to this day by hunting and eating wild vegetables and fruits.
Zhang Shuguang briefly explained Song Zhaohui's identity.
"Comrade Zhang Shuguang, please be careful with your words in the future. The whole country is like one chessboard, and all ethnic groups are brothers and sisters of one family. You cannot say anything that is detrimental to unity."
It can be seen that Squad Leader Hu has participated in many ideological education classes in the army, and what he said is very progressive.
"Squad Leader Hu is right. The past is all old news. Now we are definitely as close as family."
Zhang Shuguang did not refute Hu Jian's words. In foreign wars, brothers and sisters of all ethnic groups have made great efforts and made bloody sacrifices to protect their homeland.
"Isn't this what he just told you? How sure are you that it's true? You have to know that every enemy spy will fabricate an identity."
Hu Jian glanced at Song Zhaohui and the other two with a scrutinizing gaze.
Hu Jian was also in a dilemma at this time. The safest way was to take the person back first and then slowly investigate the authenticity of his identity.
"I'm absolutely sure. I've been to where they live. It's not far from Boundary Marker No. 79, in a hidden valley.
The valley is constantly shrouded in thick fog, and is covered in rubble and vines."
Zhang Shuguang described the valley where the Song family lived, which attracted surprised glances from Song Zhaohui and the other two.
They have arranged people to keep watch around the valley for a long time, but no one has been found approaching the valley recently. Why does Zhang Shuguang know so much about it?
“There is indeed such a place at Boundary Marker No. 79. We passed by it when we were patrolling the border.
If someone strays in, they will quickly lose their way, and after wandering around aimlessly, they will miraculously walk out of the valley.
Because it was too close to the border and there were no casualties, no further military action was taken against Misty Valley."
Several law enforcement soldiers looked at each other and mostly believed Zhang Shuguang's words.
The existence of the Misty Valley is no secret within the Southern Xinjiang garrison, and many people have mistakenly entered it before.
Because no soldiers were harmed, they had always thought that it was a natural formation formed accidentally by nature. Only today did they know that it was actually the place where a family lived.
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