Chapter 0074 Handling Opinions
When the dean and the security personnel arrived, they only heard the screams inside like killing pigs, and finally separated everyone and squeezed in, and the three investigators who went in intact just now all rolled on their backs on the ground, their eyes were like pandas, their faces were five or six times fatter than just now, their lips were arched, and they looked like three pigs' heads.
This group fight is enough to choke.
Nine times out of ten, the wounded soldiers were torn and cracked, and now they withdrew and moaned outside. The two guards and the driver in the yard slipped out of nowhere to hide, and the jeep flipped over, where the glass was smashed.
Damage to public property.
The dean shook his head: "It's a big event!" Who is not easy to provoke? To provoke these wounded soldiers who have come down from the line of deathΒ·Β·Β·Β·Β·Β· Come and line up and recheck. β
Several wounded soldiers who participated in the fight said: "Ho Ho Ho, the fight made the five-step snake so miserable, today I finally let out a bad breath, happy!" β
This thing is too big, and moving forward is so frightened that the six gods are lost.
The veterans said, "What are you afraid of? It's just a fight. Everyone came back from the front line, and their hands and feet were rusty, so let's talk about it. Fortunately, the craft is still there, and it's no problem to go back to the battlefield. β
The deputy instructor and the two civilian officers were miserable, and after being beaten violently by the wounded soldiers, they were really injured and are now being injected in the isolation room. In particular, the assistant instructor was beaten into a fat pig's head and his face was swollen. He knew that there would be no sound in the battalion or regiment, so he hung up a phone call from the field hospital directly to the division headquarters.
As he lay on the bed and got the injection, he thought, "Wait, I want to make you look good!" If I don't see you here, I'll just stay here! β
Divisional headquarters.
The commissar is smoking, the chief of staff is studying the sand table. The head of logistics and equipment seems to be in a relaxed state of distraction.
No one spoke.
The division commander was the commander of the whole division, so he had to make a haha first, and said with a wry smile: "Say a few words, don't take it seriously." Now that the report has been submitted, let's study it and see what to do with it. Should the following regiments and battalions be punished one by one for having no way to govern the army? β
No one paid attention to him, so the division commander had to shake his head: "I knew that something would happen sooner or later when I took him in, and it came true today." Do I think I'd send it back to their regiment to deal with it myself? Let's say a few words, one-man show is not good for singing, you can beat the side drum and play a harmony, right? β
Still no one paid attention to him, the commissar was still smoking, the chief of staff was still looking at the sand table, and the head in charge of logistics and equipment was in a state of closed eyes and recuperation after yawning.
It's cold.
In the middle of the sound, the political commissar finished the cigarette, extinguished the cigarette butt and pestle in the ashtray, and said slowly: "Then, let me say a few words." The soldiers are not bad breeds, they are all good men, which is admirable! I think the reported incident is just a fight between veterans, which is very common in the army! β
The chief of staff agreed: "Yes! If you can't fight a soldier, where does your combat effectiveness come from? Although it was the superiors who were beaten, the tradition of our unit is that when such a thing happens, the superior who is beaten should be responsible for it. β
Everyone also knows that under normal circumstances, soldiers will not make random moves, unless this superior is really not like words. They had all risen from below, and had never been beaten by their own troops, and it was too late for the soldiers to see and respect them.
The following deputy instructor has nothing to do, so he sends black materials up twice in three days, as if he is really not a person who does the right thing, and it is not easy for the officers and soldiers to be born and die, and to fight bloody battles on the front line. Is it his own problem that such a good soldier was given to him, but he didn't bring it well and gave him a violent beating?
This is what everyone meant, and the division commander asked the political commissar: "What do you think about this?" β
The political commissar looked very disdainful and unavoidable: "What do you want me to say?" Our soldiers, who are really good, have been wounded one by one, and they should be respected when they are sent out of the line of fire. If only those soldiers who died could still get up and fight! You all know what I mean? β
"yes!" The division commander sighed with emotion, "From the time of self-defense and counterattack to the present, so many people have been sacrificed, and the soldiers who fought the iron battalion and flowing water have left and come again!" Succession after succession! β
Speaking of this, the voice was a little choked.
The political commissar hurriedly persuaded: "Mo Ti's emotional matter, a few big men, why do you have to make tears in your eyes?" At the beginning, I didn't agree to accept this person, you couldn't wipe your face yourself, and you accepted it from above, I still have that opinion, I don't agree! β
The division commander said helplessly: "Don't mention the past, I regret it too!" This matter is really difficult to handle at the moment, if we don't help him solve it, he will definitely sue him again. Although it's not a big deal, let the people above know that the fighters are probably still going to suffer! β
After being silent for a while, the political commissar suddenly slapped it, but not on the table, but on his thigh, and said happily: "Oops, there is!" How can I forget our traditions? We punished the assistant instructor in turn, and the soldiers didn't move. β
The commissar laughed a little siniverly when he said this.
The chief of staff immediately said: "I'm afraid this trick will not be good for him." It's good to enjoy the shade under the big tree, do you remember this sentence? There's someone above him! β
The political commissar smiled and said, "I just want to start from above!" Let him cut off his own retreat. This depends on whether the leading bodies of our division can make concerted efforts and hold each other tightly. It is necessary to shelter the little soldiers below from the wind and rain, and not let them be exposed to the enemy in front and behind. β
The chief of staff had already realized it, and then laughed: "I said that the political commissar, worthy of being a person engaged in politics and governance, your trick is poisonous enough, drive him away?" β
The political commissar continued to hesitate: "Don't say it so ugly, he can't stay anymore and asks for a transfer." β
The division commander still didn't react, and he didn't know why, so he frowned and said, "There is actually such a good thing as you said?" Is it feasible? β
The commissar said: "It works, of course it works." We can make a first strike and report to the top! He said that he handled the relationship between officers and soldiers badly and could not lead good soldiers. These are all past facts, and no one above will doubt them. We condemned him for this, saying that he provoked tension between the cadres and the masses, discouraged the fighting spirit of the soldiers, and gave him a small shoe to wear. What a trick! Hehe, you don't have to thank me! β
The division commander slapped his head, slapped it on the table, and said loudly: "Okay! Your! This time, let's attack up and down, and let him be angry at both ends! β
The commissar said: "How about the removal of the deputy instructor?" Sent him to the company where he was going forward, wasn't their instructor still in the hospital and unable to return to the front? Let him go there to the front line, forcing him to use his connections to leave. β
The division commander laughed for a while: "There are yours!" He shook his fist at the air.