Chapter 20: Little Bastard?

Rush!

Xiong Wei and Cheng An glanced at each other, and immediately rushed forward at a speed of a hundred meters of sprint. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The distance from Li Guohao's hiding place was only about thirty meters, and Xiong Wei and Cheng Anke did their best.

Thirty meters, not long, not short, if it is usual, it is a matter of a few seconds to run over, but the current situation is different, this is a battlefield where bullets and flesh fly together.

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On the Weishanhu comprehensive supply ship, Jiang Guoyong stared at the port of Aden with the tiger's eyes.

"Lao Xia, there are quite a few complaints about the combat mission we have issued this time...... Jiang Guoping sighed softly.

"Old Jiang, you and I have been fighting side by side for so long, if something really happens, let's carry it together. Political Commissar Xia, who was standing next to Chief Jiang, said with a smile, with a calm face.

It's okay not to say this, as soon as he said this, Chief Jiang was immediately laughed angrily: "Oh, Lao Xia, Lao Xia, I can't see it, you are so old, you are still so slippery?"

"Where is the slippery head?" Commissar Xia pretended to be at a loss.

Jiang Guoyong turned his head and said with a smile: "If something happens to Yuan Mian's group, can you run? I'm afraid you won't be able to run, right? Tell you Lao Xia, there is no way to do this. Do you still want me to carry the black pot? Hmph......"

"Haha, you can see it. Old fox. Commissar Xia smiled all at once.

Looking at the two people who were laughing, the officers and soldiers next to them looked puzzled, and couldn't figure it out, these two leaders were still laughing at this time?

After a while, the two laughing people stopped laughing anymore, but got down to business.

After a slight sigh, Jiang Guoping finally spoke: "To be honest, I am indeed very uneasy this time, since the departure of this sword group A, my left eyelid has been beating again, and there is an indescribable palpitation." ”

"Are you afraid that something will happen to them......" Before Political Commissar Xia stopped talking, the communications staff officer next to him, Senior Staff Officer, stood up: "Report to the chief, there is Beijing's satellite phone access!"

After hearing the report of the senior staff officer, Jiang Guoping and Political Commissar Xia turned around at the same time and walked over in a big stride.

"Yes, Chief. Staff Officer Gao covered the microphone with his hand and said, then added: "It's a call from the Military Affairs Department of the General Staff." ”

"Are you sure you heard me right?" Jiang Guoping was very puzzled, if it was a call from the Military Commission, it would be normal, what was the Ministry of Military Affairs here to participate in at this time?

Staff Officer Gao nodded and said, "I'm sure I heard it right, it's a call from Minister Zhang Yun of the Ministry of Military Affairs." ”

Hearing this news, a dark cloud suddenly appeared in Jiang Guoping's heart, at this time, the phone call from Minister Zhang Yun of the Ministry of Military Affairs would not have come to congratulate him on his victory, right?

Thinking about it, Chief Jiang Guoping still took the phone: "Hey, is this Chief Zhang Yun of the Ministry of Military Affairs? I am Jiang Guoping, commander of the 19th batch of escort formations. ”

"Hey, Commander Jiang, I'm Zhang Yun from the Military Affairs Department of the General Staff, in fact, I just want to ask you for something when I call this time. Zhang Yun's voice was very calm, and he couldn't hear any emotion.

You say. Jiang Guoping took a deep breath, in his opinion, it would definitely not be a simple matter for Zhang Yun to ask him for something at this time.

"Help me take care of Yuan Mian, don't let him die on the battlefield. Is it okay?" Chief Zhang Yun's tone was very sincere, but it was this sincere tone that made Jiang Guoping feel embarrassed.

"I want to ask you, who is this Yuan Mian?" Jiang Guo asked with an embarrassed expression.

Zhang Yun sighed lightly and said, "Yuan Mian is my nephew, that is, the son of Zhang Xiumei, deputy director of the General Political Cadre Department. ”

Hearing Lieutenant General Zhang Yun's words, Chief Jiang finally knew the reason for today's eyelid jump, it turned out that the problem was here, and his heart suddenly sank to the bottom.

Listening to the almost silence on the other side of the satellite phone, Chief Zhang Yun opened his mouth and asked, "Major General Jiang, is there any problem?"

Chief Jiang swallowed a mouthful of saliva lightly and said, "That...... Chief Zhang, let's be honest, Yuan Mian's Sword Group A has been sent by me to save our war correspondent team, and there is no news back yet......"

Jiang Guoping's words made Zhang Yun completely understand why Jiang Guoping's tone was like that just now, this mission is nine deaths!

After roughly guessing the difficulty of the task, Zhang Yun's heart suddenly sank.

However, Chief Zhang Yun is not the kind of unreasonable person, he finally spoke: "I have roughly guessed the difficulty of the task. If...... Yuan Mian has sacrificed, is it okay to inform me first? My sister is such a son, if she doesn't have any psychological preparation, I'm afraid she won't be able to stand it. ”

"Yes. Jiang Guoyi promised very neatly this time, don't look at his promise very happily, he has already scolded in his heart: Yuan Mian, you little bastard, you are a good soldier, what are you doing in this front-line combat unit?

"Thank you. No matter what the outcome of the matter is this time, I, Zhang Yun, owe you a favor. Zhang Yun's tone was very serious, and he was indeed a little unhappy in his heart.

"You're welcome, as soon as there is news of Yuan Mian, I will inform you immediately. Chief Jiang also said very seriously.

"Thank you. After speaking, Zhang Yun hung up the phone, leaving only a busy sound.

Looking at the somewhat sluggish Major General Jiang Guoping, Political Commissar Xia was a little puzzled, he only heard about Yuan Mian in Sword Group A, but he didn't know what it was, so he opened his mouth and asked: "Old Jiang, old Jiang, what's wrong?"

"It's not Yuan Mian's little bastard!" Major General Jiang Guoping scolded viciously, and the green tendons on his forehead were a little violent.

"Little bastard?" Xia Ping Political Commissar was a little confused, it was the first time he had seen Jiang Guoping scold so hard and be so angry after being partnered with Jiang Guoping for so long.

Obviously, Chief Jiang was a little angry: "Yes, that's right, it's that little bastard, isn't it good to stay in other troops? I have to come to the Marine Corps? I have to come here!"

As soon as he heard this, Chief Xia Ping was even more confused: Could it be that someone sent a small report to the Ministry of Military Affairs? Otherwise, why would Jiang Guoping be so angry?

Looking at his old partner's confused appearance, Chief Jiang forcibly suppressed his anger, then sighed lightly and said, "Lao Xia, do you know who his mother is?"

"Who?" "Who?" Chief Xia Ping looked puzzled, and he had already begun to slander in his heart: Could it be that he is your long-lost son?

"Zhang Xiumei. Major General Jiang Guoping said these three words softly.

As soon as he heard this name, Political Commissar Xia almost subconsciously said: "Zhang Xiumei, the iron lady of the General Political Cadre Department?"

"Yes, that's right. In addition to this, which Zhang Xiumei can be Zhang Xiumei. Jiang Guoping glanced at the somewhat sluggish Xia Ping political commissar, "What's wrong?"

Political Commissar Xia shook his head and said, "I don't have any ideas, I just agreed with what you just said." ”

"What do you mean?"

"Yuan Mian is a little bastard. ”

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