Reborn in the 70s: Pampered by Regiment Commander
Chapter 198 - 152: Start_2

Chapter 198: Chapter 152: Start_2

"Alright, stop gloating about yourself. If you really had the temperament of a blunt cannon, could you have achieved your current rank?" Zhou Jingping waved his hand, "Actually, you should thank Peng Zuoqi. If it weren’t for the nickname he gave you, your life wouldn’t be this easy."

Qiao Wannian suddenly became alert, "Commander, I won’t thank him, and I certainly won’t show any real gratitude."

"Look at your sense of awareness..." Zhou Jingping couldn’t help but smile weakly, "The medical team was established to make all soldiers feel secure during peacetime and have no worries during wartime.

The point of piloting it in Division A is to extend it to the entire army once it proves effective. Then those experienced medics will naturally not just stay in this corner. Old Qiao, don’t tell me you lack even this bit of awareness?"

"We have just established it."

"I’m just giving you an early heads up so you won’t be confused when the time comes."

"Each military region has medics now, and they are pretty experienced too."

Obviously, Qiao Wannian still didn’t want to share the talents he had cultivated.

In fact, this medical team is not much different from the traditional meaning of medics, except previously each location only had two to three medics, which would definitely not meet the requirements in wartime.

Plainly put, the medical team is essentially prepared for war. Of course, it would be best if there were no war, but at this time, taking this action clearly indicates that there are some signs of trouble.

And this is precisely why Qiao Ningyi’s grandmother absolutely didn’t want her granddaughter to join the medical team—should war break out, this team would definitely be sent to the front lines.

The old lady’s grandsons were all in the military, and she sincerely didn’t want her granddaughter to take the same path. In her eyes, girls are ultimately weaker and their ability to protect themselves is also inferior.

"Don’t worry, I won’t transfer your daughter away."

Zhou Jingping’s addition interrupted Qiao Wannian’s train of thought, and his expression became serious, "Commander, I am a soldier, and if that day really comes, I can’t stop my daughter from rushing to the frontline.

But, I also definitely won’t send her out without consideration. You can call me selfish, but I want to keep her in front of me where I can see her. That way, I’ll have fulfilled my responsibility to her grandmother."

The room fell into a prolonged silence.

In the end, Zhou Jingping patted Qiao Wannian on the shoulder without saying anything.

Qiao Wannian’s face turned a bit awkward.

He regretted speaking his mind as soon as he had finished; he knew why the commander had lost his daughter, and by saying this, he was essentially picking at the commander’s old wounds.

But he had no choice. His mother had given him a strict order; if he couldn’t stop his daughter, he had to protect her at all costs. His father had sacrificed his life at a young age, and it hadn’t been easy for his mother to raise them. He had to obey his mother’s wishes. Besides, he truly wanted to do so. He had already sent his two sons off to join the army, leaving their development to chance. His daughter, he wanted to protect.

If it weren’t for his daughter’s stubbornness, he would never have allowed her to join the military. People all have a selfish side, and he was no exception. Moreover, he didn’t think there was anything wrong with his selfishness.

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At seven o’clock in the evening, the tenth-anniversary celebration performance for Division A officially began.

Zhao Yulan and her husband, together with Zhao Yushan and his spouse, sat in the front row, their faces filled with excitement and agitation. They had been seated at the front by Zhou Mikang, allowing them to watch the performers on the stage from a close distance.

The host was a stunning woman dressed in a military uniform.

And this is where the military differs from the civilian sector—if a civilian celebration lasts for three hours, the leaders’ speeches probably take an hour, while if a military celebration lasts three hours, the leadership’s speech takes at most ten minutes.

Needless to say, the keynote speaker was none other than the number one boss, Zhou Jingping.

Seeing Zhou Jingping, in his crisp military uniform, standing in front of the stage speaking eloquently, Zhao Yulan and her family became even more excited—or rather, it could also be interpreted as more panicked...

The first performance was an opening dance, which seems to have become the standard format for any celebration, performed by the sisters of the Capital Military Region’s Art Troupe.

The captivating presence of graceful dancers was absolutely a crowd-puller, especially in a venue comprised of 99% men.

Okay, even Zhao Yulan and her husband were somewhat mesmerized. But after the dancers exited the stage, Zhao Yulan leaned towards Lin Baohe and confidently said, "None of those girls are as pretty as our Chuxia."

A notorious daughter-loving father nodded frantically, convinced in his eyes that his girl was indeed the prettiest. He would wholeheartedly agree even if someone claimed his daughter surpassed the ancient Four Beauties.

Whether or not he knew who the Four Beauties were is irrelevant.

Following the dancers, it was the turn of the First Battalion of Division A to perform. The act was a recitation of the prosaic poem "My Motherland". Okay, it’s hard for the big guys to sing in tune, but if they want to shine on stage, this type of performance is quite safe.

"My Motherland,

I deeply cherish you, my motherland

You are a proud and glorious rooster..."

Robust male voices echoed through the venue, stirring up the patriotic fervor in people’s hearts...

One act after another—poetry readings, skits, mass choirs... with intermissions filled with performances by the Art Troupe, the audience remained in high spirits.

After the novelty wore off, Zhao Yulan and Lin Baohe’s attention was solely focused on anticipating their daughter’s appearance. With each act that began, they looked forward to its swift conclusion, hoping their daughter would be next.

They were incredibly curious about their daughter’s singing performance.

Chuxia and her companions were now lining up at the entrance; as part of a group performance, they didn’t qualify to be backstage.

Sun Shangmei’s legs were shaking with nervousness, and neither Luo Xiaoqiong nor Liu Meijun were faring much better. Unlike other classes which had ten people, they had only four—could they not be stage fright?

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