198: Chapter 152: Start_2 198: Chapter 152: Start_2 “Alright, stop gloating about yourself.
If you really had the temperant of a blunt cannon, could you have achieved your current rank?” Zhou Jingping waved his hand, “Actually, you should thank Peng Zuoqi.
If it weren’t for the nickna he gave you, your life wouldn’t be this easy.”
Qiao Wannian suddenly beca alert, “Commander, I won’t thank him, and I certainly won’t show any real gratitude.”
“Look at your sense of awareness…” Zhou Jingping couldn’t help but smile weakly, “The dical team was established to make all soldiers feel secure during peaceti and have no worries during warti.
The point of piloting it in Division A is to extend it to the entire army once it proves effective.
Then those experienced dics will naturally not just stay in this corner.
Old Qiao, don’t tell you lack even this bit of awareness?”
“We have just established it.”
“I’m just giving you an early heads up so you won’t be confused when the ti cos.”
“Each military region has dics now, and they are pretty experienced too.”
Obviously, Qiao Wannian still didn’t want to share the talents he had cultivated.
In fact, this dical team is not much different from the traditional aning of dics, except previously each location only had two to three dics, which would definitely not et the requirents in warti.
Plainly put, the dical team is essentially prepared for war.
Of course, it would be best if there were no war, but at this ti, taking this action clearly indicates that there are so signs of trouble.
And this is precisely why Qiao Ningyi’s grandmother absolutely didn’t want her granddaughter to join the dical team—should war break out, this team would definitely be sent to the front lines.
The old lady’s grandsons were all in the military, and she sincerely didn’t want her granddaughter to take the sa path.
In her eyes, girls are ultimately weaker and their ability to protect themselves is also inferior.
“Don’t worry, I won’t transfer your daughter away.”
Zhou Jingping’s addition interrupted Qiao Wannian’s train of thought, and his expression beca serious, “Commander, I am a soldier, and if that day really cos, I can’t stop my daughter from rushing to the frontline.
But, I also definitely won’t send her out without consideration.
You can call selfish, but I want to keep her in front of where I can see her.
That way, I’ll have fulfilled my responsibility to her grandmother.”
The room fell into a prolonged silence.
In the end, Zhou Jingping patted Qiao Wannian on the shoulder without saying anything.
Qiao Wannian’s face turned a bit awkward.
He regretted speaking his mind as soon as he had finished; he knew why the commander had lost his daughter, and by saying this, he was essentially picking at the commander’s old wounds.
But he had no choice.
His mother had given him a strict order; if he couldn’t stop his daughter, he had to protect her at all costs.
His father had sacrificed his life at a young age, and it hadn’t been easy for his mother to raise them.
He had to obey his mother’s wishes.
Besides, he truly wanted to do so.
He had already sent his two sons off to join the army, leaving their developnt to chance.
His daughter, he wanted to protect.
If it weren’t for his daughter’s stubbornness, he would never have allowed her to join the military.
People all have a selfish side, and he was no exception.
Moreover, he didn’t think there was anything wrong with his selfishness.
…
At seven o’clock in the evening, the tenth-anniversary celebration performance for Division A officially began.
Zhao Yulan and her husband, together with Zhao Yushan and his spouse, sat in the front row, their faces filled with excitent and agitation.
They had been seated at the front by Zhou Mikang, allowing them to watch the perforrs on the stage from a close distance.
The host was a stunning woman dressed in a military uniform.
And this is where the military differs from the civilian sector—if a civilian celebration lasts for three hours, the leaders’ speeches probably take an hour, while if a military celebration lasts three hours, the leadership’s speech takes at most ten minutes.
Needless to say, the keynote speaker was none other than the number one boss, Zhou Jingping.
Seeing Zhou Jingping, in his crisp military uniform, standing in front of the stage speaking eloquently, Zhao Yulan and her family beca even more excited—or rather, it could also be interpreted as more panicked…
The first performance was an opening dance, which seems to have beco the standard format for any celebration, perford by the sisters of the Capital Military Region’s Art Troupe.
The captivating presence of graceful dancers was absolutely a crowd-puller, especially in a venue comprised of 99% n.
Okay, even Zhao Yulan and her husband were sowhat srized.
But after the dancers exited the stage, Zhao Yulan leaned towards Lin Baohe and confidently said, “None of those girls are as pretty as our Chuxia.”
A notorious daughter-loving father nodded frantically, convinced in his eyes that his girl was indeed the prettiest.
He would wholeheartedly agree even if soone claid his daughter surpassed the ancient Four Beauties.
Whether or not he knew who the Four Beauties were is irrelevant.
Following the dancers, it was the turn of the First Battalion of Division A to perform.
The act was a recitation of the prosaic poem “My Motherland”.
Okay, it’s hard for the big guys to sing in tune, but if they want to shine on stage, this type of performance is quite safe.
“My Motherland,
I deeply cherish you, my motherland
You are a proud and glorious rooster…”
Robust male voices echoed through the venue, stirring up the patriotic fervor in people’s hearts…
One act after another—poetry readings, skits, mass choirs…
with intermissions filled with performances by the Art Troupe, the audience remained in high spirits.
After the novelty wore off, Zhao Yulan and Lin Baohe’s attention was solely focused on anticipating their daughter’s appearance.
With each act that began, they looked forward to its swift conclusion, hoping their daughter would be next.
They were incredibly curious about their daughter’s singing performance.
Chuxia and her companions were now lining up at the entrance; as part of a group performance, they didn’t qualify to be backstage.
Sun Shangi’s legs were shaking with nervousness, and neither Luo Xiaoqiong nor Liu ijun were faring much better.
Unlike other classes which had ten people, they had only four—could they not be stage fright?
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