Ballistic Silence of Special Years

Chapter 708 Farewell
In the cabin of the Mi-17, Li Zheng looked at the dense forest under his feet, leaning against the cabin wall and relaxing.

He touched his pocket and took out the deformed warhead from inside. The sun shone in from outside the cabin, and the blood stains on the warhead glowed a brilliant rose red.

Qin Fei, who was sitting opposite him, pointed to the bullet in his hand and asked, "Souvenir?"

Li Zheng looked up at the familiar stranger in front of him who had been covering half of his face, shook his head and said, "No, it's a sacrifice."

Qin Fei was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Go to sleep, you haven't closed your eyes for a day."

Only then did Li Zheng feel exhausted flooding up like a flood after opening the gate. He nodded, put away the bullets, stopped talking, hugged his gun against the bulkhead, and closed his eyes.

Soon, he fell asleep.

That night, another Zhi-20 landed on the tarmac of an air force base, and Solemn came to greet Li Zheng in person.

When they met, the two looked at each other silently.

After a long time, Li Zhengcai saluted and said: "Report to the brigade commander, student Li Zheng has applied for rejoining the team. I am causing you trouble!"

Solemnly replied: "Allowed to return to the team! Your mission has been successfully completed. From now on, you have two days to rest. Where do you want to go and who do you want to meet? Let me arrange it for you."

Li Zheng thought for a while and said, "I just want to have a good sleep."

Nodding solemnly: "Approved!"

This time, Li Zheng slept for a full day and night.

After waking up, I had a full meal in the canteen of the base.

At that time, he walked into the base cafeteria wearing a camouflage pattern, ate three trays of meat and fruit in front of other ground support personnel of the base, drank three cups of drinks, and left the Air Force ground staff who couldn't finish their meals. The soldiers stared at their pockets, not knowing where this man came from, the reincarnation of a hungry ghost.

After solemnly arranging everything, a car took Li Zheng back to the academy that night.

Back in my dormitory, when I went upstairs, I met Teacher Qian who came to check the post.

"Li Zheng?"

In the darkness, Teacher Qian finally saw clearly that the student in front of him was his student by the light of the corridor.

"Teacher Qian."

Li Zheng's voice was very low, afraid of waking up the other students in the dormitory.

Teacher Qian roughly guessed what Li Zheng was doing these days, but he didn't know the details.

He has always been very clear, ask what should be asked, and don't ask what should not be asked.

Li Zheng is just like his file, and there are too many mysterious blank paragraphs.

So there was the following conversation.

"came back?"

"Well, I'm back."

"How are you?"

"Fortunately."

"Have you eaten?"

"have eaten."

"Did you take a shower?"

"washed."

"Oh, let's go back to sleep, can we have sex tomorrow morning?"

"can."

"Okay, let's go."

"Good night, teacher."

"Good night."

Li Zheng tiptoed open the door and entered dormitory No. 203. Teacher Qian Jun stood in the corridor for a long time holding a flashlight, until he heard the sound of Li Zheng climbing onto the bed, and then left quietly.

The moon is semicircular, hanging in the night sky, full of stars, and the air in the college is especially fresh at night. Qian Jun was in an inexplicably happy mood that night, and his steps were light when he walked. When the duty officer on the first floor saw him, he couldn't help asking: "Teacher Qian, why are you so happy?"

Qian Jun smiled and said nothing.

Seven days later, City L held a grand memorial service for Wang Cheng, and all the officers and police officers in the bureau were present except those on duty.

In the position of family members, Qiao Li supported Bai Xiufen, who had already cried out of her face, and looked for a familiar figure in the mourning hall with big eyes.

Two days ago, she called Li Zheng and wanted to tell him that today is the day of the memorial service.

However, Li Zheng's cell phone was turned off and he called the college. The college said that Li Zheng was on a business trip and he was not in the college for the time being.

Qiao Li had no choice but to hang up.

She hoped to see Li Zheng today.

Wang Cheng's death was a knot in Li Zheng's heart.

Qiao Li knew what Bai Xiufen said when she and Wang Cheng went to buy drinks when she invited Li Zheng home for dinner that night.

Li Zheng did not agree, and Wang Cheng died soon after.

She might even think that maybe this is for the best.

Li Zheng was about to graduate, it might be better if he didn't come, otherwise when facing Bai Xiufen, put yourself in the shoes, if you were Li Zheng, you wouldn't know what to say.

However, she hoped that Li Zheng would come.

After all, he is Wang Cheng's most respected master, and Wang Cheng must hope that the master will send him off for the last time.

Tangled in this contradiction of coming and not coming, Qiao Li made it to the end of the memorial service.

Li Zheng still didn't show up in the end.

After the memorial service in the funeral home was completed, the Municipal Bureau dispatched a convoy to escort Wang Cheng's coffin to the Martyrs Cemetery on the outskirts of the city for burial.

Most of the burials in this cemetery are martyrs of the police force. Although it is a peaceful era, hundreds of policemen still die on the GA front every year, and Wang Cheng is just one of them.

The hearse drove out of the funeral home, and the policemen on both sides of the door saluted in unison. They walked all the way, and went around half the city to the cemetery.

Hundreds of police officers with small white flowers on their chests and yellow chrysanthemums in their hands bowed three times to the coffin under the host of the master of ceremonies.

After the procedure was over and it was time for the burial, Bai Xiufen, who hadn't cried or shouted at the funeral, suddenly broke free from Qiao Li's support, and rushed to hug the urn in the hand of the etiquette policeman.

"Let me see my son again! My son—"

For a moment, everyone present was in tears.

A policeman of three generations, a loyal soul from generation to generation.

The urn covered with the party flag was finally slowly put into the grave. The special police captain Fang Bin stepped forward and put the "45XX130" siren on the urn.

Wang Cheng is not married, and this warning number will be permanently sealed.

In the cemetery, eight policemen armed with Type 8 fired three shots.

Wang Cheng is 24 years old this year and has been in the police force for 3 years.

On the mountain road far from the cemetery, a military jeep was parked by the side of the road.

Li Zheng, who was wearing a military uniform, stood on the hillside and looked at the funeral scene. Teacher Qian watched for a long time, and then asked him: "Is it true that you don't want to see him off?"

Li Zheng shook his head: "Wait a minute."

Teacher Qian sighed softly and walked aside.

Li Zheng stood where he was, the mountain wind blew past his feet, rolled up a ball of grass, and danced in the air...

After the funeral was over and the crowd dispersed, Li Zheng went down the hillside and came to Wang Cheng's new tomb.

The tombstone has just been erected, the loess has just been covered, and the grave is full of chrysanthemums representing grief.

Li Zheng took out a bottle of wine and a bowl from the pocket in his hand, and the bowl contained pig's trotters in sauce, Wang Cheng's favorite dish during his lifetime.

After arranging the dishes, opened the wine, put away the three wine glasses, took out the deformed warhead from his pocket, and placed it gently in front of the grave.

"Wang Cheng."

Li Zheng was talking to himself while pouring wine.

"I came to see you, sorry, I didn't dare to go to your memorial service."

The wine is full.

Li Zheng picked up a cup and poured it in front of the grave.

"This cup, I respect your loyalty."

Picked up the second cup and poured it.

"This cup, I respect your bravery."

Pick up the third cup.

"This cup..."

The hand holding the wine glass trembled slightly.

Li Zheng raised his head and gulped it down.

"To our friendship!"

Suddenly, a song sounded on the radio in the cemetery.

"Golden shield, forged with blood, show your skills in times of crisis, show your skills..."

Li Zheng put down his wine glass, his eyes became hot, and the tears he had endured for a long time finally fell down.

　The last chapter was blocked, I guess you have guessed what it is.

　　Some book friends saw it, it’s very exciting, right?
　　Therefore, I have to follow up and read my book, and read it as soon as possible, otherwise I don’t know if I can read it.

　　I revised the application once, but I didn’t release it. It took 48 hours before I could apply again.

　　too difficult……

　　Asking for a monthly ticket, I am in a bad mood today, and I was sealed a chapter.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)