Chapter 124

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  "Hmm!" Colonel Zhang didn't respond to his words, but instead looked at Zhang Weize and Li Jinping beside him. Suddenly, he turned his gaze to Zuo Ming: "Zuo Ming, you are the victim, you have the most right to speak. Does this matter have anything to do with these two?"

  "No." Zuoming replied, then suddenly thought of something, "Uh, actually Wang Jianbin..."

  "Alright, no need for more, Zhang Weize and Li Jinping, return to your posts!" The lieutenant colonel cut off Zuo Ming's words.

  Zhang Weize and Li Jinping looked at each other, then glanced at Wang Jianbin, and slowly walked back into the team.

  At this moment, in the cold and bone-chilling winter midnight, Wang Jianbin stood stubbornly in the center of the playground, facing all the team members alone. Su Yuesong looked at his deputy commander with a complex gaze, after a long while, he sighed and said: "Do you have anything else to say?" As soon as these words came out, everyone's heart shook violently, under such background, when the middle school principal said such words, all team members understood what it would mean.

  "In the middle school, he made a mistake, but it's not that serious, is it?" Shao Hui said immediately.

  "Yes, Commander, it's normal for comrades-in-arms like us to have some disagreements. If you always magnify and misinterpret them, isn't that a bit extreme?" Zhao Zhenghao's words carried a hint of accusation.

  "In the middle school, wife and children this life... Ah no... Wife and husband will inevitably quarrel a few more times in this life, let alone comrades-in-arms..." Liu Junhao said the wrong words in his anxiety.

  The middle schooler's face didn't show any expression, standing quietly without interrupting their conversation.

  "Principal," Zuo Ming spoke up, "I had a misunderstanding with Wang Jianbin, but tonight is just the two of us sparring, not what you imagined as a knife fight." After hearing this, Wang Jianbin looked at him and his eyes lost some of their ferocity.

  "You don't need to say anything else." Su Yue Song interrupted the crowd, "I know you have a deep comradeship, but as the leader, I have more pressure in my heart than all of you. I didn't expect such a terrible thing to happen tonight either. No matter how much you hate me, for the sake of discipline, I must do this!" After finishing speaking, he slowly pulled out his pistol and pointed it at Wang Jianbin, causing the entire scene to freeze in shock. Wang Jianbin's mouth was also wide open, unable to believe that Su Yue Song would actually go through with it.

  "Jianbin, I know you're a good soldier and a good big brother, but on the battlefield, you can't let emotions get the better of you. Throughout history, generals have lost their countries because of personal feelings. It's because of these two words that many meritorious officials have had their reputations ruined in an instant. I originally wanted to bring all of you back home safely, but now it seems like that's impossible."

  Su Yue Song said this with a hint of helplessness, loosening his grip on the pistol and continuing, "Is there anything else you want to do? I promise I'll do my best to help you complete it." These words were undoubtedly meant for Wang Jianbin to say his final words. The feeling of coldness that spread throughout everyone's body was unimaginable, and they felt that the officer standing in front of them was extremely unreasonable.

  "I have nothing to do." Wang Jianbin, a seasoned special forces member, showed no fear in the face of death. His words were devoid of any warmth: "Firstly, I only hope that my death can be kept from my parents for as long as possible, the later the better, so they will still have some thoughts; secondly, to bury Wang Hongtao's ashes next to his mother, this was his last wish and I promised him. And..." Wang Jianbin glanced around at everyone, "After joining the special forces, I've thought about death and experienced its edge, but I'm not afraid of it. I imagined many grand ways to die, but didn't think I'd end up dying under my own people's guns. It's really frustrating!" After finishing his lament, Wang Jianbin's sharp eyes scanned towards Su Yuesong with a hint of resentment.

  "You've said all that, now go in peace." Su Yue Song didn't care about the other person's gaze, and intentionally or unintentionally took a few steps to the side. He finished speaking with a crisp tone, raised his wrist, and prepared to shoot. The team members behind him lifted their heels off the ground, slightly bent down at the waist, and had the intention of rushing forward to rescue Wang Jianbin. However, they were too far away and couldn't see clearly, so Su Yue Song's gun hammer slowly opened, ready to ignite the firework in the cartridge at any moment. Wang Jianbin stood still, facing the dark muzzle as if he was facing an old friend rather than a gun. At this critical moment, Zuo Ming, who was closest to Su Yue Song, saw everything clearly and suddenly took a step forward, kicking his front foot towards Su Yue Song's wrist holding the gun. Su Yue Song didn't notice it, and even if he did, he couldn't resist Zuo Ming's kick at all. With a dull "bang", the gun drew a beautiful parabola before falling heavily into the snow. Su Yue Song clutched his wrist, scrunched up in pain, and Zuo Ming didn't give him time to react. He grabbed Su Yue Song's other arm, pulled it down, and pressed his legs together. Su Yue Song couldn't withstand the force, swayed, and fell to the ground with a thud. Zuo Ming took advantage of the momentum, put his knee on Su Yue Song's elbow joint, controlling his entire body. Su Yue Song was unable to move again.

  Zuo Ming's sudden attack was over in an instant, like a poisonous snake spitting out its venom. The team members stared blankly at him as he pinned Su Yuesong to the ground. A moment later, Liu Junhao raised his hand to applaud when he was stopped by Shao Hui with just one glance.

  Su Yue Song struggled to get up from the snow, but his movements were too intense and he couldn't help but cough, spitting out a mouthful of snow. He gave up struggling and patted the ground with his hand: "Kid, let me get up." Zuo Ming hesitated for a moment before slowly lifting his knee, Su Yue Song looked like he had aged decades as he stood up with Zuo Ming's support and walked slowly towards the handgun, bending down to pick it up and wipe off the snow on its surface before pointing the muzzle at Wang Jianbin again.

  "…middle..." Left Ming was greatly shocked and stood up to stop him, but it was too late. This time, the middle school did not hesitate to pull the trigger. All team members involuntarily opened their mouths wide. With a "bang", time seemed to stand still, and everyone stood quietly like sculptures, only hearing the sound of wind blowing over the snowy ground. Su Yue Song retracted his gun and struggled to open the gun mechanism with his injured hand, but it was empty inside. He looked somewhat agitated, with some white hair on his head trembling with his heartbeat: "Kids, I scared you tonight. My purpose in doing this is just to make you see clearly that although you are young and impulsive, prone to friction, at critical moments, you can still use your lives to intersect."

  He slowly put away his pistol: "It's late, everyone should rest early. Today was just a test, and I'm proud to announce that you all passed."

  "Clap, clap, clap..." Everyone in the room applauded, and Su Yue Song smiled slightly, limping his leg to Wang Jian Bin's side and said: "From now on, Zuo Ming owes you nothing." Wang Jian Bin's body shook, looking at the lieutenant colonel in front of him, then at Zuo Ming, nodding lightly.