Ning Yu's death brought Zhou Rong a lot of trouble.
From the Academy of Sciences to the Military Commission, and even the upper levels of the central government were shaken, and the international community was even more unbelievable.
Although the Military Commission had always trusted Zhou Rong, and everyone present could prove that Ning Yu committed suicide, they were still subjected to round after round of quarantine review. In addition, everyone involved in Ning Yu's trip to Subei was questioned, and General Zheng was severely criticized several times.
Why did he kill himself? What is the motivation? Is it impulsive? Or what happened that day that stimulated him
Is there any chance of it being salvaged
The political significance of this incident is very significant. Although no one has been substantially punished for the time being, the impact is obvious.
Lieutenant General Zheng once promised to help 118 apply for the restoration of the establishment. However, the fire operation has let the military have all the energy, and there is no precedent for this matter, so the progress is very slow.
As soon as Ning Yu committed suicide, Zhou Rong and others were seriously investigated, and the 118 compilation was simply suspended.
During that time, everyone didn't say anything, but their hearts were very depressed, especially when they had to deal with endless repeated questions and routine investigations, which made people feel complicated about Ning Yu's death.
Only Sinan said that he thought Ning Yu was not such a person.
He said that Ning Yu's style has a beginning and an end, and she is used to doing one thing completely, so she won't make a fool of herself at the last moment. Chuncao asked him why he felt that way. Obviously, their interaction with Ning Yu was very limited, and it was almost impossible to accurately speculate on the inner world of this scientist standing at the pinnacle of the times.
Simon couldn't explain why he came.
But the facts quickly proved that Simon's feeling was correct.
Ning Yu's professional materials were declassified one after another, and the institute found his unique letter in a notebook.
The letter brought the investigation to an end quickly, and everyone regained their freedom of speech and deed. What was even more unexpected was that before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, the military issued an official notice of the decision to resume the 118 formation—Zhou Rong was promoted to the rank of captain, a regiment-level real post, and had the power to form eight squadrons again.
Zhou Rong himself was very surprised until Lieutenant General Zheng told him why.
"Dr. Ning said in a stubborn letter that looking back on his life, he was fortunate to meet you at that point in time. He knows that you all hope that 118 can be rebuilt, and that the reconstruction application has been stagnant for a long time. I hope the military can see that it is you who saved me. The credit for his coming to the South China Sea is to restore the formation of Unit 118." Lieutenant General Zheng sighed slightly and said, "He also said that if it is difficult to handle, the military should treat this matter as his only last wish. "
"... He knows that as a last wish, everyone must agree," Zhou Rong whispered.
"Yes."
"What else did he say?"
Lieutenant General Zheng shook his head: "I don't know, I've only found out this paragraph, and everything else has been treated as top secret... Maybe decades or even hundreds of years from now, when our descendants can take a more calm and comprehensive view His last letter will be slowly deciphered when looking back at the disaster."
Zhou Rong walked out of the building, and Sinan stood under the steps with his back to him, squinting at the sky.
The weather is fine today, the sky is blue and the sun is shining. The wind swept across the land from the ocean, passed through the sprouting wilderness and scarred cities, and brushed Sinan's back collar and hair.
Zhou Rong walked to his side, only to see the vast sky reflected in those amber pupils, and the smoke of gunpowder in the distance gradually dissipated and became invisible.
Sinan said softly, "Goodbye, Dr. Ning."
Zhou Rong stretched out his hand, Sinan retracted his gaze and smiled at him, and the two walked side by side into the distance.
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In early 2021, the Tinder operation will initially cover the whole country.
The zombies in the city have been basically eliminated, and the military in some hard-hit areas is still tackling the fort. The survivors of six large bases across the country were allocated antibodies and supplies, and under unified dispatch, they began to rebuild their homes vigorously.
Soon after, genetic vaccines came out and quickly spread around the world.
Even if you are bitten by zombies left in the shadows, people don't have to be afraid of contracting the virus.
This disaster took the lives of three billion people around the world and almost caused a genocide, which is the largest and most serious catastrophe in human history. However, human beings closed Pandora's Box with their own hands, sealed it in the long river of history, and will never open it again.
Zhou Rong, a bare commander with only four soldiers under his command, finally took great pains to pick out a group of elite soldiers from various military regions and brought them back to the headquarters for elimination and special training.
Sinan, who could have eaten the country all his life while lying down, took on the important task of the special training instructor, but because of his coaching style, the students who were turned into dogs didn't like him very much.
Sinan didn't care whether the weak chickens liked him or not. What he cared about was that Lieutenant General Zheng finally signed a formal letter of appointment for him as a special military tactical consultant. Since then, he is no longer a civilian volunteer, Sinan. He is the chief instructor of Special Forces 118. He has also been assigned an office with good lighting and ventilation, which is also very close to the canteen.
In view of Sinan finally officially joining 118, Yan Hao sincerely requested to give his team flower title to Xian, but Sinan politely and firmly refused. Yan Hao was very disappointed by this.
Chuncao was willing to be the team flower, but everyone objected, and Chuncao was so angry that they ignored them for a week.
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After the first batch of soldiers came in, Zhou Rong decided to organize them into four squadrons, led by Yan Hao, Chuncao, Ding Shi and Guo Weixiang. The sixth squadron of the original 118 has since been broken into pieces and become the skeleton of the new 118 - and the soul of this unit has been reincarnated from the sacrificed special forces, and will continue to live in the baptism of gunpowder and war in the future. continue.
Before the implementation of the new organization, the original 6th Squadron carried out their last mission.
They sorted out the nameplates and relics of seventeen sacrificed comrades-in-arms, including Zhang Yingjie's ashes, and then embarked on a journey to find the survivors of these comrades-in-arms.
It wasn't a long journey, because 118's family members were relatively concentrated, and they were sent to the refuge base when the disaster first broke out, and they were well documented. But the process was very arduous. The crying and grief of every soldier's family members were like a hot red iron, repeatedly engraved in their souls and flesh and blood.
More family members of the martyrs are gone. For Zhou Rong and the others, this is more empty and depressing than the sting of the soldering iron.
Fortunately, they successfully found Zhang Yingjie's wife and daughter after they arrived in the northeast. They hid in the vegetable cellar with their families and spent a long and difficult winter. They were picked up by officers and soldiers of the Heilongjiang base with their fellow villagers the following spring. When Zhou Rong handed Zhang Yingjie's urn to her with both hands, he heard the most miserable and desperate cry of his life. He couldn't even stay in front of this painful woman for a moment. Every minute and every second seemed to have countless roots. The barbed whip, bloody torture, lashed his soul.
The current currency in circulation is not money, but food stamps. After Zhou Rong got all the arrears of wages, he exchanged them for food stamps and supplies at a discounted price for soldiers.
That is quite a large sum of money. Even if it is spread out, each family member can share a lot, which is barely a small consolation for the families who have lost their pillars.
However, after the money was distributed, Zhou Rong was completely poor. Sinan said that he didn't mind. Now that he has a salary, he can support Zhou Rong as a fuel bottle.
Zhou Rong later thought of another way. He transferred all the families of the martyrs to the military area under the jurisdiction of 118, and arranged idle jobs such as canteen, warehouse, logistics, etc., to ensure that they could receive pensions and stable income from the state, and their children could go to school in the military area. He specially won a rare 12-year free key education place for the little girl of Zhang Yingjie's family, and also promised her that after she was admitted to the university, he would pay all her expenses and pay her wherever she went.
What is certain is that Zhou Rong will never get rich in this life.
"Where's my pigeon eggs?" Sinan suddenly dissatisfied.
Zhou Rong: "Don't worry, leave it to Brother Rong."
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Time passed quickly to New Year's Eve in 2021.
On New Year's Eve, the canteen of Camp 118 prepared a sumptuous New Year's Eve dinner early. Lieutenant General Zheng also came, and all the team members and their families gathered together.
Before the meal, they had to say a few words as usual. Zhou Rong and Zheng Zhongjing pushed and shoved each other for ten minutes. Zhou Rong lost and had to stand up with a glass of wine.
The cafeteria was lit up with colorful lights, red paper flowers stuck to the glass windows full of white fog, and fireworks were set off outside, reflecting the bright night sky.
Zhou Rong took a deep breath under the gaze of a pair of eyes, as if he had suddenly lost his virtue of being good at speaking, he suddenly didn't know what to say, and after a while he smiled briefly: "Brother Rong is not very good at speaking. "
Everyone burst into laughter, and Zhou Rong laughed along with him.
"On New Year's Eve last year, when the virus was the most raging, the two of you, the instructor, and I got separated from the army and were trapped in the deep mountains sealed by heavy snow."
When it came to the instructor, all the special forces stopped laughing immediately, their eyes, nose, nose and heart were in danger and they sat in silence.
Sinan concentrated on eating the candied chestnuts in front of him.
Zhou Rong said slowly: "When zero o'clock came, I made three wishes out of the window. The first private matter will not be mentioned, and the second wish is that all the sacrificed comrades-in-arms return to their hometowns, and bless us through this smoothly. The third is that human beings can develop antibodies as soon as possible, defeat the virus, build homes, and restore stability and peace.”
"These three wishes have all come true." Zhou Rong paused slightly and said, "So I think there might be some kind of magic in making a wish on New Year's Eve, so I decided to make three more this year."
He filled the glass, and without looking at anyone, he directly raised his head and drank: "The first cup is still my personal wish."
Someone below said with a smile: "Brother Rong will definitely be able to achieve what he wants!"
Zhou Rong smiled and shook his head without answering:
"—Second cup."
He filled the wine, looked around the crowd, stopped in the direction of the family banquet, and bowed deeply: "I wish the comrades who have left us all the best in heaven, your names will always be in our hearts, your Deeds will forever be engraved in the history of mankind."
Just like last year's New Year's Eve, Zhou Rong again reported seventeen names in order of sacrifice, and the last one was Zhang Yingjie.
There was silence in the canteen, and some people in the family table choked up and some felt sad.
"Last year I said, wait until the disaster is over before you reincarnate, so as not to face this hellish world again. This year I can finally say that the disaster is over, the homeland is rising, and human society will gradually return to the right track; If the heroic souls of your comrades are alive in the sky, you can already come back."
Zhou Rong's eyes were slightly red, and he said hoarsely for a while: "Brother Rong... I miss you very much."
"Everyone misses you."
There were sounds of sobbing and inhalation around, Zhou Rong raised his head and drank the second glass of wine.
"The third cup."
Zhou Rong turned to the front, facing the gazes of all the special forces in 118, raised his head to the night sky full of stars and fireworks, and raised his glass: "In the past catastrophe, the virus took away countless lives, the global population It has dropped by more than half, and many small countries have even disappeared from the human map.”
"If future generations write the history of the future, they will find that no words can describe the cruelty of this disaster, and no rhetoric can describe the arduous efforts of human beings to survive."
"We walked through the dark night with fire in our arms, over the remains of our comrades, over thorns and abyss, and finally rekindled the torch of racial continuity on the corpse. Those of us who survived do not need history to record the merits, nor do those Empty and gorgeous praise; as long as the mountains, rivers, and thousands of heroic spirits have witnessed our journeys one after another, and our never-give-up efforts."
Zhou Rong raised his glass from afar, and then spilled the last glass of wine on the ground:
"To us ordinary human beings."
All silently raised their glasses.
The fireworks outside the window rushed into the night sky, emitting a brilliant light, which illuminated everyone's wet eyes.
Under the warm lights, the voices of people are full of people, and the aroma of the food spreads far and far in the wind.
Zhou Rong was poured over and over again, and finally managed to escape the crowd, took Sinan's hand and slipped out of the gate, standing in the open space in the courtyard.
I don't know when it snowed outside, and the fluttering little snowflakes were reflected in orange by the lights, and fell romantically on their hair and shoulders in a swirl. Zhou Rong leaned over and kissed Sinan's lips, seemingly embarrassed, and took out a white paper box with a pink ribbon from behind.
"Yes... it's a cake." He stuttered a little at the end and said, "I made it myself, try it."
Simon: "?"
Sinan opened the carton, and inside was a palm-sized strawberry jam cake. The bright red strawberries drenched in syrup were dotted on the snow-white cream. There was a delicate decoration around the edge, and two matchsticks were inserted. Sugar Man.
Zhou Rong watched Sinan nervously and took a bite: "Is it delicious?"
Simon licked the cream at the corner of his mouth and nodded.
"I practiced in the cafeteria for a long time, and I failed several times." Zhou Rong rubbed his hands in a self-deprecating manner: "I don't know how many guns I have fired with this hand. Made this before tonight... is it really delicious?"
Sinan took another big bite, his mouth bulging, and he asked vaguely, "Have you tried it?"
"No no, you eat, you eat."
Simon: "..."
Zhou Rong: "..."
Zhou Rong looked straight at Sinan, who returned innocent eyes.
"...Did you eat anything?"
Sinan said, "No."
The two looked at each other, Zhou Rong's eyes slowly moved from Sinan's face to the cake that was about to bottom out, and his voice trembled: "I really didn't eat anything?!"
Sinan: "Really not. Ah, there was something hard just now, was it a strawberry?"
Zhou Rong: "..."
Sinan: "I swallowed it."
Zhou Rong: "..."
Zhou Rong's expression seemed to be struck by lightning, and the moment was extremely exciting. Then he turned around and roared: "Call the medical team! Quick! Hurry up and contact the hospital for an endoscope! The instructor swallowed the foreign object..."
Sinan finally couldn't hold back his laughter, pulled Zhou Rong, and spat out a shiny ring from under the base of his tongue.
The diamonds are simply amazingly large, reflecting a dazzling light in the snowflakes.
"Tell me," Simon joked while holding the diamond ring, "where did it come from, can you afford it?"
Zhou Rong suddenly let out a sigh of relief. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He poked Sinan's eyebrows in punishment: "Of course I can't afford it. Do you know how expensive this brand of diamonds is? It's almost the same as saving money for the next life."
Sinan raised one eyebrow playfully.
"Last week, I followed Tang Hao's mission to clear the B military area. Before I left, I stepped on it a little bit. Tang Hao used a flashlight on the side, and I took a shovel to dig. I spent a long time in the middle of the night and finally blasted it from the military. The counter of his shop was dug out from the ruins at the back..."
Zhou Rong pointed at the diamond ring, and his face turned a little red: "The pile of rings are all scattered on the ground, I took one, Tang Hao took one, and Yan Hao Chuncao Xiangzi Ding Shi and the others each brought one. Say, Lao Zheng knows it's time to scold people, and Tang Feiyi plans to hide it as a wife in the future."
Sinan's shoulders have been shaking violently uncontrollably. If he laughed out loud, he might laugh out of his breath.
Zhou Rong's face was filled with the smell of alcohol that people took turns drinking just now: "Come on, come here, Brother Rong will wear a pigeon egg for you." He pulled Sinan's hand, but found that the ring was really too small - although Sinan's fingers were slender, But people who practice fighting for a long time have hard knuckles, and the ring finger can't get in.
Zhou Rong felt very helpless, so he had to hold down Sinan who couldn't help laughing, took off the brass pendant that had never left his body for more than 20 years from his neck, and put the diamond ring in it.
In the old photo, a family of three from many years ago smiled gently at Zhou Rong amid the shining rings.
Holding the pendant, Zhou Rong asked solemnly, "Comrade Si Xiaonan, do you want to know what Brother Rong's first New Year's wish is?"
Sinan narrowed his eyes and looked at him slyly.
Zhou Rong stepped back half a step, with a handsome posture, kneeling on one knee to the ground, holding up the diamond ring in the swirling snow.
"Comrade Si Xiaonan, you are willing to accept Comrade Zhou Rong's proposal. From then on, you will officially become a revolutionary partner with him, work together, make progress together, have the courage to try new postures, bite the back of your neck regularly, and be kissed and scratched by him every day. Does the ear move its hands and feet together to follow the objective laws of development every year, and shoulder the heavy responsibility of human reproduction?"
Sinan fixedly looked at Zhou Rong, the tip of his hair was covered with a star of snow, and the corners of his lips curved into a gentle arc on Junxiu's cheeks.
A row of heads crowded behind a bright window not far away, exclaiming one after another: "Proposal, proposal!"
"Team Zhou Xiang Si Instructor!"
"Oh my mom!"
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"Okay," Sinan smiled, "Comrade Zhou Rong."
Zhou Rong hung the brass pendant back on his neck, Sinan leaned down, and kissed Zhou Rong amidst the snow.
The ring slipped out of the neckline and was hung in the air by the thin chain, swaying and reflecting bright light.
At the New Year's Eve dinner table, Yan Hao couldn't help laughing while looking at the ring he ate out of the steamed bun, but he still slipped it into his pocket when Lieutenant General Zheng wasn't paying attention.
Chuncao rolled her eyes and pinched her neck, Guo Weixiang patted her on the back desperately: "Why did you really swallow it! Quick! Quickly cough it up! Come on, get to the hospital and call an ambulance!"
Ding Shi took his little golden flower and squeezed it into the corner, waiting for a while, until both of them blushed, and then sneakily put a large diamond ring in her palm: "Send... For you..."
In the open space outside the door, the silhouette of the cross neck finally separated, and the corner of Sinan's mouth was still smiling. When he turned his head, his sharp eyes went straight to the window.
The special forces who were still crowded just now scattered in panic and disappeared within three seconds, not even the shadow of a ghost.
Zhou Rong laughed loudly.
Countless fireworks are in full bloom in the night. Snowflakes are like thousands of spinning and flying elves, reflecting the lights and gently covering the newly born earth.
zero.
The New Year's bell rang at this moment, spreading through the cheering crowd, passing through the dark sea and flying over to the distant sea of brilliant stars.
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