Chapter 12 third quarter

Among the political cadres at the regimental level, Geng Hui is considered young. The 33-year-old army colonel, who has made military exploits again, worked conscientiously from the position of instructor of the grassroots company, and even his name was included in the military reserve talent reserve warehouse-this shows that he is not a good guy. A phone call called him from the direct reconnaissance brigade of Group A to the headquarters of the military region. The person who made the call not only knew him but was familiar with it.This man who was as tough as a god of war on the battlefield was as excited as a child on the phone:

"Hurry up! If you come late, there will be no good for you!" Monk Geng Huizhang was puzzled and drove to the headquarters of the military region.While waiting, he habitually clutched his aching stomach, which had plagued him for many years.The root cause of the disease that fell when he was on the front line can also be regarded as the occupational disease of the scouts.For a better mental outlook, he took two stomach medicines and drank a glass of plain water. Clutching his stomach and thinking about the reason why he was summoned, a staff officer over there has already come over: "Commissar Geng Hui, right?"

Geng Hui stood up: "Yes." "Come with me, the deputy commander, the minister of direct labor, and the minister of intelligence want to see you." The staff officer was very polite. Geng Hui was stunned for a moment. It is not common for a regiment-level cadre of the grassroots reconnaissance unit to be summoned by the deputy commander of the military region, the director of direct labor and the minister of intelligence at the same time.He hastily put on his military cap, and while following the staff officer through the long corridor, he had already straightened his already straight uniform with his hands from top to bottom, so as to keep his military appearance in top condition.

Walking into the small meeting room, the first thing he saw was not Jiang Xing, but that guy's frighteningly dark face.There was still a smirk on his face, filled with child-like excitement.After being stunned for a moment, he hurriedly stood at attention and saluted: "Report to the chief! Geng Hui, political commissar of the Reconnaissance Brigade of Army Group A, has been ordered to report here! Please give instructions to the chief!" "Take it easy." The old man said lightly, looking into his eyes. Geng Hui didn't look sideways, maintaining a standard military posture.

Minister Zhigong is a rigorous old personnel cadre. He looked at the information in front of him and asked with a smile: "In 1976, he joined the army in the C Division's reconnaissance battalion. In 1979, he participated in the defense of southern Xinjiang. In 1985, he went to the front again as a company-level detachment of the military reconnaissance brigade. Instructor, when I came down in 1988, I was the instructor of the battalion-level squadron; I studied in the Political Science Institute twice before and after, and the papers I wrote were published in the political and industrial publications of the whole army as key recommendations. First-class merit once, second-class merit three times-good guys Geng Hui, you actually sneaked into Army A from under my nose?"

Geng Hui smiled embarrassedly: "Chief, I can't do without the job of scout. There is no reconnaissance unit in the army directly under the military region, so I have to fend for myself." "Sure enough, he had a confrontation with He Zhijun!" The Minister of Intelligence leaned back on his chair and smiled, "No wonder he ordered your general without even thinking about it!" "Call me?" Geng Hui was very puzzled, and then saw He Zhijun with a smirk on his face: "I'm not suitable for working in an agency!" "You go back and hand it over, and report to the military headquarters tomorrow." The old man waved his hand, "The matter is settled like this."

Geng Hui didn't dare to say more, but he still said cautiously: "Chief, I'm really not suitable to work in an agency..." "I know, I didn't ask you to come here to sit in the office." The old man was expressionless, "You come to work in the team directly under the military region, and partner with He Zhijun." Army Colonel Geng Hui was dumbfounded, the team directly under the military region? ——Chemical Defense Group?Electronic countermeasures team?Military dog ​​base? …——After thinking about it, there are only a few units in the combat force, so why did He Zhijun pull himself in without counting his career change?I really can't see myself scouting the troops down there, wanting to drag myself into the troubled waters of the military region?

"Go back." The old man said. "Does our army commander know?" Geng Hui was the last move, although he himself knew that he was vulnerable. "Whether Liu Yongjun will let him go or not is not his consideration." The old man remained calm, "He is not satisfied and let him come to me." Well, the last line of defense was also defeated.Geng Hui had no choice but to raise his hands in salute: "Yes!" "I'll see him off." He Zhijun smiled and went out with him. As soon as he left the meeting room, Geng Hui became anxious: "I said Captain He! Don't you want to see the poor celebrating the New Year?"

"Ah! You can't just enjoy yourself, I have to let you walk Huarong Road with me." He Zhijun laughed and grabbed his arm, "Let's go! Let's find a place to celebrate!" "What are you celebrating?" Geng Hui was really upset, "I did a good job in the field army, what's the matter with you pulling me to the military region? How many times have you told me that this military region organization is not something you can deal with? How much! Then how do you know that I can stay?" "Ah!" He Zhijun was not angry at all, "Didn't I tell you to go with me to the team directly under the military region?"

"Can it be the same?" Geng Hui said with a bitter face, "You asked me to play chemical defense, electronic warfare and dog raising, do I have the brains?" "Aren't there more than twenty warehouses?" He Zhijun blinked. "I'm the director of the warehouse, and you are the political commissar of the warehouse, how nice it is!" Geng Hui was really helpless: "Old He! Don't you mean to torture me?" "Let's go, let's celebrate!" He Zhijun was still not angry with a smirk. "Celebrate what? Celebrate our management of the warehouse?!"

"Congratulations on having a new direct subordinate team in Military Region A!" He Zhijun laughed. Geng Hui didn't understand. He Zhijun leaned into his ear: "A Military Region Special Reconnaissance Brigade, code-named 'Spike'!" Geng Hui didn't regain his composure for a long time, then pointed at He Zhijun's back and said seriously, "Don't fool me!" "What's wrong with you? How old am I and I still play this trick with you?" He Zhijun didn't turn his head, "Go or not? If you don't go, I'll find a place to drink by myself!" Geng Hui's face was full of laughter: "Go, go! I'll treat you tonight!" "Pull it down, look at your yellow face like a bitter cucumber!" He Zhijun walked ahead with a smile, "Li Dongmei must have put you under economic control, let me do it!" Two old comrades-in-arms, senior and superior, walked out of the office building with a smile, and walked straight to Geng Hui's jeep. "What's so beautiful?" one of the sentries wondered. "Get promoted, get rich and die wife, I can't escape these few." The squad leader of the sentinel filled out the entry and exit form without looking up. If they knew that these two army colonels were only transferred at the same level, they would be extremely surprised. The word "ideal", or "dream" is not understandable to everyone.