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Obedient and listening, a fool can hear it, Song Jianfeng is reluctant to let go, but then again, no matter how strong a company is, it can't resist a strong agency, if the national security and the military want to recruit Liu Handong, no one can stop it.

Ai Shan was handed over by the military to the national security department, and the incident came to an end.

All of Liu Handong's archives have been retrieved by the Ministry of State Security, advanced administrative review, which he is almost flawless, his great-grandfather is an old social and cultural person, his grandfather is an underground party member, deputy commander of the Jiangbei Military Division, his father Liu Kaihua is a captain of the 6th Army, an officer of the reconnaissance brigade, died in Vietnam during the two-mountain round war in the eighties, Liu Handong himself is also a soldier, has made second-class merits, after retiring from the army, he has been a special policeman, anti-narcotics police, and has repeatedly confronted criminals face to face, and the people killed can not be counted on both hands.

Of course, the problem is also zài, Liu Handong is a frequent visitor to the detention center, and he commits crimes every three or five times, and was sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment and probation by the court, but this sentence was later revoked by the high court, these are not a matter for the security department, people with ability must withstand the toss, and honest people who follow the rules are not looked down upon by the Ministry of Security.

"This person's psychological quality is excellent, not to mention his skills, he is simply a natural killer." Wu Zien, deputy director of the Ministry of Security in charge of counter-terrorism, praised.

"Then let's recruit in, you don't have to compile it first, you can use it for the periphery first." The director of the Operations Department saw Liu Handong's achievements in Afghanistan and admired this bold and careful young man.

"It also depends on the opinions of the local authorities, even if the history is innocent and the skills are agile, they must be able to use it, and those who can't control it will be specially recruited to find trouble for themselves." The leaders in charge of personnel consider the problem more carefully and prudently.

"Don't worry, we can't compete with the military, let's see their attitude first." Wu Zien said.

……

In Beijing, somewhere in the West Mountains is the secret of the military administration zone, the brick-red buildings are hidden in a verdant green, the asphalt roads are spotless, the roadside shrubs are carefully trimmed, and the soldiers standing guard in front of the small buildings are all selected, tall, with thin waists and backs, ochre-red armed belts with cowhide holsters, and white-gloved hands neatly and chic command the cars in front of the door to reverse into the parking spaces.

The visitor was riding in a grass-green warrior off-road vehicle, with a license plate of the Beijing Military Region, and the driver was a lieutenant colonel of the 6th Army, with a straight military uniform and a hurried manner.

"Rohan, are you back?" The person opposite was the rank of colonel of the 6th Army, but Si Swenwen, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, he was Xiao Liao, the secretary of General Luo Kegong.

"Yes, I just got off the plane, Secretary Liao, how is the deputy chief doing?" Luo Han asked, Uncle has not been in good health recently, and there is something wrong with his heart, and he is afraid that he will not be able to withstand the strong stimulation.

"It's okay, just took the medicine." Secretary Liao glanced back cautiously, "If it's about work, I advise you not to go in now." ”

"No, it's a family thing." Luo Han nodded at Secretary Liao, walked to the door of the study, raised his hand but couldn't knock it down.

"Luohan, why don't you come in?" Uncle's majestic voice came from the house.

Nothing can be hidden from the old guy, Luo Han unscrewed the doorknob and walked in, stood upright, experienced, took off his military hat and clamped it under his armpit, and waited for his uncle's order.

Luo Kegong was reviewing the text, and he didn't raise his head, behind him were the military flag and the party flag, the bright red color reflected the white head, and the old man's shoulders were a little thin.

"Second Dad." Rohan shouted.

"Sit down, just say anything, I don't have time to chat with you." Luo Kegong slapped a big fork on a document and threw it aside.

Luo Han opened his briefcase, took out a red silk bag, and stepped forward to put it in front of Luo Kegong.

Luo Kegong slowly took off his reading glasses, untied the red silk bag, and what caught his eye was an old 54-style pistol, lying quietly in front of him, and the three vigorous small words "Luo Keqiang" on the sleeve stimulated the old man's pupils to shrink.

"You're stopping by your dad again." Luo Kegong held the gun in his hand and rubbed it, although his tone was stern, Luo Han did not panic, and said calmly: "No, this is what I got from someone else." ”

"Oh?" Luo Kegong checked the pistol, sniffed the chamber, and said, "This shot has been fired recently." ”

"Yes, not only did they fire, but they also saw blood, killing seven or eight people, and the old guns are not old." Luo Han was faintly excited, "My father's soul must be attached to this gun." ”

"Tell me what's going on." Luo Kegong put the gun aside.

Luo Han recounted the incident, and finally said: "Second father, I ask to send someone to bring back my father's bones, if I can, I want to go myself." ”

Luo Kegong did not hesitate: "Approved." ”

"Thank you, second dad." Luo Han became excited, "I have another request, let Liu Handong go with him, he knows the specific location of the bones." ”

"Civilians don't get involved, people are not obligated to help you." Luo Kegong immediately refused.

Luo Han scratched his head, this seemingly childish action, he would only do it in front of his uncle: "But, second father, I think we should absorb him, this kid is first-class in courage and skills, and he is a usable talent." ”

"It's not up to you to recruit people, you can go back." Luo Kegong has always had a cold attitude towards his nephew, and Luo Han didn't think it was strange, saluted, and turned to leave.

Listening to the sound of the Warrior off-road vehicle engine outside, Luo Kegong put on his reading glasses again, rang the bell and called the guards to come in: "Xiao Li, help me get a set of tools to wipe the gun in." ”

……

Zheng Jiayi signed up for a flight training class for Liu Handong, and learned to fly a Cessna 172R aircraft at Dingling Airport near the Ming Tombs, 40 hours of theory and 40 hours of flight training, and after passing the exam, he could get a civil aircraft pilot license, and the entire cost was 120,000 yuan, of course, Zhongyan Huang paid for it.

Liu Handong was taking an aerodynamics class, when someone suddenly knocked on the door of the classroom, and the probe came in and said, "Liu Handong, someone is looking for you." ”

Sitting in the corridor was Luo Han in civilian clothes, and he asked bluntly: "Liu Handong, would you like to go to Afghanistan again?" ”

"What are you going to do?"

"Retrieve the remains of Comrade Luo Keqiang."

"Done!"

Luo Han stretched out his hand, and the two men high-fived in the air.

"I'll get in touch with you." The arhat walked away.

Two days later, Liu Handong skipped school and went to Xiyuan Airport with Luohan, and got on a Yunba military transport plane, there were only five people on the plane, all of them were extremely cold tough guys, one of whom was Cheng Weiguo, a little soldier that Liu Handong had seen in the northeast.

Luohan gave an introduction to everyone, there is no real name, they are all code names, his code name is camel, and the others are called mandrills, nighthawks, worker bees, and whale sharks.

"Do I have a code name?" Liu Handong asked.

"You can call it Tiger, English call sign Tagore." Luo Han said without thinking, "This code name is suitable for you." ”

People who have really been on the battlefield are all above the top, but these people dare not look down on Liu Handong, because the tiger has a smell that they are very familiar with, and it is the same kind of taste.

Get along very harmoniously, except for one point, the boring and long journey, there is no tobacco and alcohol to relieve boredom, Luohan told Liu Handong that when performing tasks, smoking and alcohol are absolutely prohibited, and even irritating food is not allowed to eat.

"We don't have any hobbies, except fighting." Shanxiao, that is, Cheng Weiguo explained proudly.

Yunba flew to Urumqi, transferred to a passenger plane and continued to fly Islamabad, and then crossed the border into Afghanistan by car, and according to the coordinates provided by the satellite phone, he found the small mountain village where Liu Handong once lived.

The grave of the martyr is in a poppy bush, and in front of a small mound that rises slightly, a decaying wooden plaque with Arabic letters engraved in modified Pashtun script.

Rohan, like his father, who is fluent in Arabic and Pashto, recognized the words on the tombstone as saying: Tomb of the Chinese, where a brave soldier is buried, who gave his life to resist the Soviet Union, whose name is unknown and whose deeds are remembered through the ages.

"Stand upright!" Under the order of the Arhat, the six ** people lined up in front of the tomb and solemnly saluted.

After a simple ceremony, everyone took out the military shovel to dig the grave, a few men worked together, and soon dug up the remains, Afghanistan was dry and rainless, lack of groundwater, digging down three feet or dry soil, the bones were relatively well preserved, you can see a bullet hole in the skull, proving that the martyr committed suicide that year.

Luohan packed his father's remains in a black body bag, filled the pit with earth, saluted again, and left with the remains.

After returning to Pakistan, everyone took Air China in Islamabad to fly to Urumqi, and then transferred to Urumqi to take the Eighth Military Plane back to Beijing.

On the plane, Luo Han handed Liu Handong a bag: "Change this one." ”

Liu Handong opened the bag, and inside was a brand-new set of 6 Corps non-commissioned officer uniforms, including leather shoes and hats, and the epaulettes were sergeant ranks, which were the ranks he had before retiring.

The military uniform number fits very well, Liu Handong wears the right size, and the other five people also change into military uniforms, among which the Nighthawk is a blue air force uniform, the whale shark is a white navy uniform, except for the mandrill which is a cadet epaulettes, the rest are officers, and the lowest is also a lieutenant.

Rokeqiang's remains were packed into a fine solid wood coffin, fixed in the center of the cabin, covered with a military flag.

Speechless all the way, drowsy, and finally flew to Duxiyuan Airport, Yunba landed at the end of the runway, the rear hatch opened, and the six soldiers put on white gloves, lifted Luo Keqiang's coffin, and slowly got off the plane.

On the side of the runway, there was a guard of honor composed of one hundred and one soldiers of the 6th Army, with black riding boots and shiny bayonets, the commander drew his sword out of its sheath and gave a loud order, and the soldiers raised their rifles in unison to salute.

"Forward forward, forward, forward, our team to the sun, stepping on the land of the motherland, carrying the hope of the nation......" The passionate melody of the military song of the People's Liberation Army sounded, six coffin bearers were marching forward, and a group of senior officers with Luo Kegong in the distance were waiting, and under the sun, a group of stars were shining.

Unconsciously, Liu Handong's eyes were already moist, and at this moment he made up his mind that he must return to the army.