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    To be directly promoted from second lieutenant to major would have been unthinkable in peacetime or the old times.

    According to strict military merit review standards, an ordinary offensive and defensive battle is simply not enough to advance Lin Xiang to several levels.  But the actual battle conditions and scenes were extremely tragic.  According to statistics: the Skeleton Knights deployed a total of two infantry brigades, a light armored grenadier squadron, a self-propelled artillery battle group, a mortar support squadron, etc. in this battle, totaling nearly 4,000 armed combatants.  .  Although the defenders had a geographical advantage, Lin Xiang and a few other injured people managed to survive the high-intensity artillery attack for more than 40 minutes until the backup team arrived.  This heroic image of risking one's own life has gone far beyond the normal concept of combat.

    ????????????????????????????????????????????? off?  Will it help the Republican Army and the Knights to control the area?  The feats of Lin Xiang and others have quickly spread with incomparable glory among the soldiers of the Communist Army.

    At that time, he could completely retreat. Just rescuing a few wounded people was enough to add another Lieutenant Bronze Star to his shoulders.  But he chose to fight back at night.  According to the later recollections of Lieutenant Colonel Peng Hui in black, Lin Xiang repelled at least four attacks from the Knights on his own.  He is like a warrior who never tires or dies. Even if the ammunition is used up and the weapons are smashed, he will still die with the enemy with his fists and teeth.

    "He must be given the honor he deserves¡ª¡ª"

    "Immediately conduct a political and military review. All his materials and files will be transferred and he will be included in the political committee."

    "Let's get him from the right hand of the army. The Republic of China needs heroes, not to mention, his genes are originally derived from heroes¡ª¡ª"

    Lin Xiang in the mirror was wearing a finely crafted black uniform.  She wears a bright red pomelo glove on her left arm. If it weren't for the cross symbol of a whip and a moss staff embroidered with black silk thread on the surface, in terms of appearance, she would be no different from the aunt who collected health fees from the neighborhood committee in the old days.  He looked at himself in the mirror carefully, and felt the same indescribable novelty and emotion as when he first put on the light gray skeleton officer combat uniform in Crescent City.  The face under the military cap still had jade-like skin, and the black eyes flashed with cold and sharp eyes.  The remaining elastic scratches on his neck and cheeks have faded, and after a while, Lin Xiang will be able to "perfectly" smooth them away.  Mutants have strong regenerative abilities, and scars will gradually disappear over time.  This is not a secret, and it fully meets his current physical standards for a fifth-level evolved human.

    The military ID card has been changed into a special identification card with both five stars and a cross pattern on the surface.  This means that the holder's special status as a political supervisory committee member, although he cannot directly command soldiers, has greater review power than the chief officer of the army.  Even when facing a general with outstanding military exploits, a political supervisor with the rank of second lieutenant has the right to use the power of the Ministry of Internal Affairs to detain or execute him on the spot if his behavior or words are questionable.  However, this situation rarely happens, and several special operations divisions under the direct jurisdiction of the Ministry of Internal Affairs are completely independent from the establishment of the Communist Army.  They fought bravely and their equipment was allocated directly by the headquarters.  In terms of status and responsibilities alone, they are equivalent to the imperial army of the Soaring Dragon Empire.

    The moment he left the field hospital and sat in the passenger seat of the "Yangshi VI" off-road vehicle driven by Peng Hui, Lin Xiang suddenly had a very strange feeling - he felt as if he had gone back to the past, back to the past.  Just after being rescued from Kunming City, leaving Yingjia, and being picked up by Qi Yue in the car.

    They both made military exploits and were entrusted with important tasks by their superiors. How similar are the scenes with new equipment and new identities?  Several nurses stood at the door of the hospital, looking at her with eyes filled with expectations, loss, shyness, sadness and other emotions. However, none of them was Ying Jia, and they could never be the same as the white in their memories.  The figures overlap each other.

    What has passed will never appear again.

    As the car drove away, the faint emotion deep in my heart was quickly suppressed by more urgent expectations.  The change of identity was completely unexpected. Does this mean that Jin is getting closer to those old friends he has not seen for more than a hundred years?  Can you satisfy your subconscious expectations faster?

    The city in front of you should be very close to Linxia in the old era.  But as far as the names are concerned, there is no relationship at all between the two.  Although it was rebuilt on the desolate saline-alkali land after the war, there are no high-rise buildings. Most of the buildings are bungalows with gray brick and cement structures.  But it turned out to be a large settlement with a population of more than half a million people.  As for the name, according to the instructions of the great leader, this place was named "Pioneer City".

    ???????????Received by senior officials at all levels, held large and small banquets, and awarded numerous medals.

    Amidst these complicated and complicated affairs, Lin Xiang survived the chaosFour days of wood.  As a newly promoted officer in the Political Supervision Department, he found that he had special powers in front of many parties.  Not only the quantity and variety of material rations, but also many beautiful women can sleep with them at any time.

    "This is their obligation."

    Facing Lin Xiang¡¯s doubts, Peng Hui explained with a smile.  Very brief, but very telling.

    For the first time, Lin Xiang had unspeakable fear of the Red Communist Army.  Not because of its power, nor because it once represented the bloodline inheritance that ruled the huge country in the east.  Rather, it comes from an extremely profound, thorough and impossible-to-resist coercion on the human heart, thinking, and brain.

    ??Here, everyone from birth to death, no matter what he has done, there is actually only one command that comes completely from the top, and it can no longer be simple - one - obey.

    After leaving Pioneer City, Lin Xiang did not feel relaxed at all.  According to the order of the General Department of Political Supervision, his and Peng Hui's short vacation has ended.  Next, we must rush to Xinjing and accept new orders.

    Pioneer City Railway Station is located in the southwest of the city.

    The wasteland world is actually not conducive to flying.  Flying vehicles such as large passenger planes and high-altitude fighter jets will cause various unpredictable obstacles due to strong ray interference in the radiation clouds.  Disorders of electronic instruments, imbalance of oil valve regulators, and confusion of onboard computer data may all lead to aircraft crashes and fatalities.  However, this does not mean that flying must be absolutely prohibited. In areas where the impact of radiation is relatively weak, high-precision combat machinery can still exert powerful power.  Because of this, both the Red Republican Army and the Skeleton Knights retain a certain number of air force and army aviation units.

    But no matter what, the most convenient and safe means of transportation for long-distance transportation or movement of people are various traditional vehicles powered by electricity or fuel.

    Sitting on the bench in the officers' rest area of ??the waiting room hall, Lin Xiang carefully observed this strange but vaguely familiar world from an ordinary person's perspective for the first time.

    There are many people in the hall.  There were soldiers with guns and ammunition, as well as civilians wearing blue and gray clothing.  There are men, women, and lively and lovely children.  The clothes they wear are simple in style, including military uniforms, Chinese tunic suits, work cloth uniforms, etc.  The texture is mostly cotton imitation blended weaving, with emphasis on the durability of the fabric and little regard for comfort. As for the color palette, in addition to green, gray, black, and dark blue, it is the most ordinary pure white.

    There is no bright red, no bright yellow, and no pure light blue like a cloudless sky.  Except for occasionally seeing a little bit of these bright colors on the shoulders or cap badges of soldiers, the whole world seems to be forever shrouded in darkness and gloom, making people feel lifeless and depressing to the point of suffocation on walls, door tops, and  street.  .  

    Every slightly blank public area in the city is hung with huge slogans or slogans.  The contents are all derived from "Quotations of Leaders" or excerpts from Comrade Kim Cheon Jung's speech at a certain meeting.  Everyone wears a kind and majestic round profile of the great leader on their chests.  This seems to be a symbol of status, and it also represents their loyalty to the great leader. They place their admiration and respect for the great leader in their hearts, engraved in their hearts, and become a deep and permanent imprint.

    It was still early to get on the bus, so Peng Hui opened the zipper of his purse, took out a pack of cigarettes, smoked two cigarettes, and handed them to Lin Xiang.

    Light the cigarette and take a deep breath of the rich smoke with the scent of nicotine.  The taste of tobacco is exactly the same as that of the famous "Hongtashan" in the old days, but the trademark on the surface of the cigarette box has become the "Red Star Brand" with a simple five-pointed star as the pattern.

    The faint smoke gradually dispersed, quickly causing reactions among the surrounding male crowd.  They all turned sideways and stared at the two officers on the bench with various types of eyes, their slightly twitching noses greedily absorbing the smoke.  Several middle-aged men who could not bear the torture of smoking also took out cigarettes from their pockets, lit them, and joined the ranks of smokers.

    Like other forces in the wasteland world, various materials of the Republic of China are also rationed.  In addition to food and water, tobacco is also provided through a voucher plan to the people, officials, and soldiers according to the hierarchical system and on the premise of purchasing with physical currency.  Among them, "Red Star" cigarettes are a special offering for senior military officers. Ordinary citizens and lower-level officials can only buy cheap products of average quality or even extremely low quality in designated stores.  Of course, this seemingly unequal differential treatment is actually much superior to the wilderness refugees.  At least, people living in the city will not starve to death, and they can occasionally enjoy treatment that the refugees can't even imagine.

    Suddenly, a burst of noisy voices came from the distant exit.A girl, about twelve or thirteen years old, wearing dark blue coarse work clothes, her hands were clasped behind her back, and a finger-thick iron chain was tied around her neck. She was being escorted by two policemen and walked through the open door of the waiting room.  Walk past the gate.

    The girl¡¯s steps were staggering. There were bruises and swellings on the corners of her eyes and cheeks caused by violent impacts. She only had one cloth shoe left on her feet.  She was being led like a dog, and because the shackles on her back twisted her hands behind her back, she could only half-bend and move forward with difficulty.  This too slow speed obviously caused dissatisfaction among the people following him.  He bared his teeth, took out the police baton from the holster on his back, and stabbed the girl's buttocks with full force, then lifted it up high and slapped the girl's back randomly.  Suddenly, a burst of hoarse screams broke out from the small trio.

    "Uncle, please, please don't hit me. I, I'm not a bad person, I'm not a bad person The girl jumped and dodged to avoid the stick falling from the air, and it was tied tightly to her neck.  The iron chain on her body restricted her movement space, so she could only cry and dodge forward.

    "You're not a bad person? Hehehehe! I'll beat you to death, you little counterrevolutionary."

    ** rolled up the cuffs of his clothes, poked the girl's chest maliciously with his police stick, and said with a sigh: "You little bastard, if you want to get on the bus without a ticket, even if it is not a counterrevolutionary revolution, it is still a  A parasite on society.¡±

    "No, it's not like that." The girl's cry was particularly high-pitched and sad.  She cowered to avoid the hard police stick and burst into tears: she really had no money.  I just want to go to the labor camp to see my parents. I miss them."

    ¡°Reformation through labor farm?¡±

    ** seemed to have grasped the key point of the problem. He stretched out his hand, grabbed the girl's hair, and dragged her in front of her, who was begging and screaming. With an excited consciousness of infinite satisfaction, she stared at the childish and fearful face.  On his face, he said with a ferocious smile: "All the prisoners in the reform-through-labor farm are counterrevolutionaries. You, his mother, are just a little counterrevolutionary brat. At this time, you are still playing with such tricks.  You're a bastard, your whole family deserves to die¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª, dozens of onlookers had already come to the side. The expressions on everyone's faces were different, but without exception, they were covered with a layer of indifference.  There is even deep-seated hatred and anger from the heart.

    A young woman in her twenties, wearing a military uniform, without a collar badge and a military belt tied around her waist, with an angry look on her face, rushed out of the crowd, snatched the police stick from the policeman's hand, and carried it with her like a fierce fire.  With such speed, he grabbed the girl's arm and pulled her whole body in front of him.  He gritted his teeth, raised the thick, hard stick high, aimed it at the bruised girl's head, and smashed it down.

    With a scream that was too loud to sound like a human voice, the girl's young body immediately lay down on the cold ground, like an insect that had received a fatal blow, shrinking and rolling and twisting desperately.

    "What's there to say to such a counter-revolutionary brat? Beat her to death¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª, the young woman raised her right foot, stepped hard on the chest of the girl who was breathing weakly, and spat hard on her face, speaking sternly.  He shouted: "Look at her face, she is a typical capitalist lady.  At this time, she didn't know how to repent, she didn't want to draw a clear line with her traitorous parents, and she was still thinking about going to see some damn labor reformer.  This is basically a self-isolation from the people in an attempt to turn over and settle things+¡ª¡ª

    "Yes!"

    The woman next to her grabbed the chain with all her strength and dragged the dying girl up from the ground.  A look of wretchedness, lewdness, and evil flashed across his eyes quickly, and then quickly turned into extremely angry hatred: "Please give way, we are going to bring this little counterrevolutionary element back."  Interrogated in the institute. Let her confess more things and dig out a deeper secret."

    Silently watching the scene happening in front of him, Lin Xiang turned the flickering cigarette butt between his fingers.  The look in his eyes became more and more gloomy, and he suddenly put out the remaining half of the cigarette butt on the armrest of the chair.  He raised his hand to straighten his military cap, kicked his legs, and stood up to walk out of the waiting room door.

    At this moment, Peng Hui, who was sitting next to him, suddenly stretched out his right hand and held down his left leg.

    ¡°This matter has nothing to do with you, it¡¯s best not to get involved¡ª¡ª*¡±

    His voice was very soft and clear.

    "Why?" Lin Xiang turned around and looked at him calmly.

    "The military generally does not interfere in local affairs."

    Peng Hui stared at Lin Xiang's black jade eyes and said coldly: "It's best not to interfere casually when you don't know the specific situation of the matter. We don't know the identity of the girl, nor do we know what she has.  There is no background that cannot pass the political review. Of course, those detained in the labor camp are not necessarily political prisoners, but her parents cannot be excluded.After all, it is not counter-revolutionary.  It is better to believe that these things exist than to believe that they do not exist.  Even if she was killed alive by these people, those people's actions were completely consistent with justice.  The great leader said that all imperialist capitalists are our enemies¡ª¡ª"

    Relaxing his body and being silent for a moment, Bang Xiang nodded heavily.  Every move must be consistent with your current identity.

    Peng Hui¡¯s words may seem cold and ruthless, but the truth behind them is irrefutable.

    ¡° Even if I go over now and forcefully stop it as an officer, I can¡¯t change the girl¡¯s fate.

    The blow was very heavy and hit her head. She may have suffered serious internal injuries.  Maybe he will become an idiot from now on, or he will die soon.  Even if you are lucky enough to be saved, what will you do next?  She could still run into trouble like today at any time.  As long as she carries the title of "counterrevolutionary", she will always be reviled, slaughtered, beaten, and insulted by others.

    The great leader has stipulated that this world can only be composed of revolutionaries and counter-revolutionaries.  There cannot be a third level.

    ¡°It¡¯s cruel, and the political atmosphere is so dull that it makes you want to suffocate.  But, this is reality.  !  ~!
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