Chapter 804 Next Stop. Northern Myanmar

Noisy restaurant, bright lobby.

Out of nowhere, a weak light hung from the ceiling, illuminating only the dark corners of the otherwise bright hall.

In such a less eye-catching place, there is a lonely person sitting, his presence seems to be incompatible with the surrounding hustle and bustle.

Zhu Yiba, a special service platoon leader who had served in the border defense of Yun Province, was pouring himself alcohol.

His expression was dull, in sharp contrast to the lively atmosphere around him. He was turning the wine glass he had drunk countless times in his hand, and there was an imperceptible sadness hidden deep in his eyes.

I don't know why, every time I drink too much of this wine, my mind seems to be out of control, thinking of the brothers who sacrificed their lives.

Not long after, Huang Mao, a former Yun Province border guard, came over with a wine bottle in one hand and a cup in the other.

He also drank too much, but he still remembered to ask his old platoon leader for a few sips.

The two grown men chatted about the border guard force where they had spent the best years of their lives, about the comrades they had fought with, and thought about the deep imprint the army had left on them throughout their lives and that would never disappear. memory.

At the end of the drink, Huang Mao cried, hugging Zhu Yiba and crying bitterly, with snot sticking to his shoulders.

Zhu Yiba didn't see it, and if he did, he probably wouldn't care.

"Platoon commander, platoon commander, we all retreat, we all retreat!"

Zhu Yiba soothed Huang Mao's back with his right hand, his nose was sore, and he murmured: "Yes, we have all retreated, we have all retreated. We are worthy of the country and the people."

Huang Mao cried for a long time and suddenly pushed Zhu Yiba away. With a choked voice, he shouted: "But we are sorry for Xiaopang! We are sorry for the monitor!"

Hearing these two familiar names, Zhu Yiba, a man who usually seemed rough and bold, a heroic soldier who had killed countless enemies at the Yun Province border defense, could no longer bear the pain in his heart for many years. On his forehead, he let the tears flow down from his eyes.

In this gathering, Zhu Yiba and Huang Mao's emotions seemed particularly abrupt. Although the people around them could also feel their sadness, most people chose to remain silent and did not disturb this special sadness.

This sadness belongs exclusively to the border defense of Yun Province.

In this peaceful era, young people have taken on too much.

After the two of them calmed down a little, the forensic doctor Old Tang, who was also a veteran of the army, approached and comforted him softly: "Xiao Zhu, Xiao Huang, there will always be times in life when things are not what you want, and things will be over when they are over. You still have to do it?" Young people, there are still days to come, and you cannot let the shadow of the past block the way forward. Your fallen comrades must also want to see you live a good life. "

Chen Shu, who also had his comrades sacrificed in southern Xinjiang, came over. For him, this situation was not the same as his past self.

He divided the cigarettes between the two of them and helped light the fire. His voice seemed a little difficult to swallow, and he said slowly: "We have to keep moving forward, for every day we are still alive, and for them."

Zhu Yiba and Huang Mao wiped away their tears and smiled at each other.

At this time, Jiang Hai walked over, looking like he was hesitant to speak.

Chen Shu smiled and pointed at the other person with two fingers holding a cigarette: "What, you want one too?"

"No." Jiang Hai glanced at Zhu Yiba, but didn't dare to look at him.

Zhu Yiba was keenly aware of Jiang Hai's unusual behavior, but he didn't care. He helped Huang Mao, who was crying on the table, filled up the wine, and drank a glass first.

After Huang Mao was comforted, Zhu Yiba waved to Jiang Hai and smiled apologetically: "Hey, I made you laugh."

Jiang Hai shook his head repeatedly: "You are all heroes guarding the border, how dare you laugh at you."

Zhu Yiba had heard this kind of rhetoric so much that he was numb. He thought it must be the ridicule and sarcasm of that boy Chen Chuan that made him more powerful.

Thinking of this, Zhu Yiba suddenly realized that he had been humiliated so much in public. How come he hadn't heard Chen Chuan's vague but definitely sarcastic words that reached your ears until now.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Chen Chuan standing behind him with a straight face, a serious look that was completely different from his usual frivolous expression, looking at him silently.

"Chen Chuan, you..." Zhu Yiba suddenly felt confused.

Chen Chuan seemed to have finally made up his mind, walking towards Zhu Yiba and standing straight in front of him.

"Chen Chuan, you..." Zhu Yiba asked again, feeling anxious and nervous. Could it be that something big happened again?

Chen Chuan took a deep breath, pointed at Ma Rongcheng and He Chengfeng who were sitting not far away and whispered, and said in a deep voice: "Zhu Yiba, let me tell you."

It was the first time Zhu Yiba saw Chen Chuan being so serious. He thought the other person might be seeing him lose his composure for the first time, so he wanted to play tricks on him. Anyway, he had gotten used to it over the past year.

In fact, privately, Zhu Yiba still prefers Chen Chuan's unreserved ridicule and sarcasm to "national heroes" and "people's heroes". At least this way, he can feel better.

Can a national hero be replaced by a fat guy?

Can the people's hero be replaced as squad leader?

On the surface, Zhu Yiba is a heroic special service soldier who is fearless on the battlefield, but he is also a person of flesh and blood, with joy, anger, sorrow and joy.

Chen Chuan saw through his disguise at a glance, and saw through the vulnerability, fear, and anger hidden deep in his heart.

Zhu Yiba opened his mouth to retort as a habit: "Chen Chuan, if you want to laugh, just laugh. Don't hold it in, or you might end up holding it in."

Chen Chuan raised his hand to stop Zhu Yiba from speaking, his face was serious and unusually serious.

Zhu Yiba felt nervous and tried to sound calm: "What do you want from me?"

Chen Chuan tilted his head towards the other side of the room and lowered his voice: "They are discussing the KK Park in northern Myanmar."

"KK Park?" Zhu Yiba frowned and thought for a while, raised his chin in the direction of Chen Shu Station, and said with a smile, "It must be the place where reporter Zhang wants to recruit people. You have to tell us about this." Tell me, why are you looking for me? I don’t have a girlfriend."

Chen Chuan lowered his head slightly and looked directly at Zhu Yiba who was still laughing to himself.

Zhu Yiba noticed something strange about the other party, and then thought of Jiang Hai's abnormality before, and finally tasted the taste inside.

He supported the back of the chair with both hands, stood up slowly, and looked in the direction that Chen Chuan pointed before. Ma Rongcheng, an expert from the provincial department, was discussing something with He Chengfeng, deputy captain of the local criminal investigation brigade, with a serious look on his face.

"You said they were discussing KK Park." Zhu Yiba felt vaguely that he had forgotten something and vaguely caught something.

There was a little bit of resistance or fear in my heart, but there seemed to be a familiar yet unfamiliar voice calling out deep in my soul.

Ask him! Ask him! Ask him!

Zhu Yiba swallowed his saliva and asked, "Chen Chuan, what is going on."

Even Zhu Yiba himself didn't notice that when he blurted out the question, his two hands on the back of the chair were inadvertently clenching his fists tightly.

Chen Chuan didn't say anything, just looked at Zhu Yiba.

"Are you talking? Aren't you usually good at talking?" Zhu Yiba's head was about to explode, while he was wondering if this guy had come up with some bad idea to tease him.

He turned his head and looked at the nervous Jiang Hai who was following him, with an expression as if he had done something wrong.

Zhu Yiba knew in his heart that if something big happened, it was related to him.

Chen Chuan opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but he didn't know where to start.

Jiang Hai turned his head and looked at the corner of the box.

Zhu Yiba stood on the ground, his heart pounding, feeling cold. Suddenly his shoulders sank, and then his eyes darkened, and a deep figure appeared. Then, he felt very safe. A feeling voice rang out.

"Zhu Yiba, we have news about Zorosong."

"Zuo Zuo Luosong? Li Song?" Zhu Yiba was stunned for a moment, and then started talking smoothly, "Isn't he in prison? What's the news? Shot? Commutation and parole? Parole for medical treatment?"

Seeing the people standing opposite saying nothing, Zhu Yiba joked: "You won't be escaped, right? Our prisons are not private like those in the United States, and the armed police brothers inside are not joking. of."

Silence, you could hear a pin drop.

Zhu Yiba's feet were a little weak and his tone was weak.

This notorious transnational criminal in Yun Province has always been an indelible shadow in Zhu Yiba's heart. The two comrades who lost their lives because of each other - the squad leader and Xiaopang - also became the pain that Zhu Yiba could not let go of day and night.

"Zolo Song, he is in northern Myanmar."

Chen Shu spoke softly, but it was like a thunderbolt in Zhu Yiba's ears.

After a while, Zhu Yiba's eyes turned red and his figure was shaky.

He tried hard to hold on to the back of the chair to support himself, gritting his teeth desperately to control the fiery emotions in his heart, word by word, he spoke out his thoughts fiercely, without thinking or needing to think.

"I want to go to northern Myanmar."

This ferocious look looked like it was about to swallow a stranger alive.

After saying that, he suddenly laughed again, and he actually smiled with some relief, and his behavior was completely different.

"Haha, northern Myanmar, that's a good place where human life is not valuable, a good place. No one's life is worth anything there."

Chen Shu was very quiet because he knew this emotion.

In southern Xinjiang, he lost Xiaoqiang, who was called Brother Shu, Captain Chen, and Suo Chen. He was no different from the angry Zhu Yiba now. He held a few grenades and killed more than a dozen terrorists without hesitation.

In Dongzhou, he lost his EOD expert Xu Mingliang, and the two terrorists who committed the crime died at his hands.

Therefore, Chen Shu understood Zhu Yiba's mood very, very well.

I just don't know why, but at this moment, in Chen Shu's heart, a woman's face can't help but appear.

She gritted her teeth lightly, her face was resolute and beautiful, and her eyes revealed a stubbornness that refused to admit defeat.

Yes, just stubborn.

You said that such a beautiful woman, who is almost thirty years old, does not want to stay at home to support her husband and raise children, but instead runs out every day when she has nothing to do.

And why do you always stand up and stand up for the people? Are the Chinese police and Chinese men useless cowards?

Yeah?

Right.

Chen Shu sighed deeply in his heart.

He turned to look at Chen Chuan, his old partner, old classmate, and old comrade for more than ten years.

Our Mr. Chen looked back as frivolously as ever, curling up the corners of his mouth, as if to say, after all these years, if you lift your butt, I will know that you want to fart.

Chen Shu felt a little guilty, but there were some things that needed to be faced. Ever since I stepped into the police academy and put on the police uniform more than ten years ago, my shoulders have never been able to relax.

For such a long time, he felt guilty for many people he should have saved but let them die. Now, he didn't want to let the guilt continue.

The next stop is northern Myanmar.

Facing the creaking white light, Chen Shu suddenly felt more relaxed than ever before.