It would be unimaginable if it was directly promoted from a second lieutenant to a major, if it was changed to a peaceful or old era.

According to strict military merit review standards, an ordinary offensive and defensive battle was not enough to upgrade Lin Xiang's company to several levels. However, the actual combat situation and scenes were extremely tragic. According to statistics, the Skeleton Knights organized a total of two infantry brigades, a light armored grenade squadron, a self-propelled artillery battle group, a mortar support squadron, etc., a total of nearly 4,000 armed combatants. Although the defense has a advantage in geographical advantages, only a few injured people, led by Lin Xiang, persisted for more than 40 minutes under high-intensity artillery fire attacks until the support team arrived. This kind of heroic image of self-defeating has far exceeded the normal concept of combat.

Regardless of the actual results, will it be helpful to the area of ​​the Communist Party and the Knights? The feats of Lin Xiang and others have spread rapidly among the Communist Party and the Army in an extremely brilliant shape.

At that time, he could retreat. Rescuing several wounded people alone would be enough to add another lieutenant bronze star to his shoulders. But he chose to fight back at night. According to the memories of the black-clad Lieutenant Colonel Peng Hui, Lin Xiang alone defeated the Knights' orders at least four attacks on the position. He was like a soldier who would never tire and die. Even if he was completely wiped out the medicine and smashed the weapon, he would die with his fists and teeth with his enemies.

"He must be given the honor he deserves-"

"Immediately conduct administrative review and military review. All his materials and archives were transferred to the Political Committee Committee."

"He wants him to come from the right hand of the army. The Communist Party and the army need heroes, not to mention that his genes are originally derived from heroes———"

Lin Xiang in the mirror was wearing a black school official uniform with exquisite workmanship. He wore a bright red grapefruit cover on his left arm. If it weren't for the cross signs of the whip and moss stick embroidered with black silk thread on the surface, it was no different from the aunt who would charge sanitation fees for the old-time residents' committee members. He looked at himself carefully in the mirror, just like when he first wore a light gray skeleton officer's uniform in Crescent City, he also felt an indescribable novelty and emotion. The face under the military cap was still as beautiful as jade, and the black eyes flashed with a cold and sharp gaze. The elastic skin scratches remaining on the neck and cheeks had faded. After a while, Lin Xiang could smooth them out "perfectly". The mutant has strong regeneration ability, and the scars will gradually disappear over time. This is not a secret, and it is also fully in line with his current physical standards of level 5 evolution people.

The officer certificate has been changed to a special proof with a five-star and cross pattern on the surface. This means that the holder's special identity as a member of the Political Supervision Commission. Although he cannot directly command soldiers, he has greater review power than the head of the department. Even when facing a general with outstanding military achievements, the Political Supervision Commission Commission with only a second lieutenant has the right to use the power of the Ministry of Internal Affairs to detain him or execute him on the spot when his actions and words are questionable. However, this situation rarely happens, and several special combat divisions directly under the Ministry of Internal Affairs are completely independent of the Communist Party and military organization. They fight bravely and their equipment is directly allocated by the commander. In terms of identity and responsibilities, it is equivalent to the imperial guards of the Longteng Empire.

The moment he left the Ye Jian Hospital and took the secondary seat of the "Yang Shi Type 6" off-road vehicle driven by Peng Hui, Lin Xiang suddenly felt a very wonderful feeling - he felt that he seemed to have returned to the past, back to the time when he was rescued from Kunming City, left Ying Jia, and was picked up by Qi Yue.

They all made military achievements, and were also entrusted by the upper class with important tasks. How similar are the scenes of new equipment and new identities? Several guards stood at the entrance of the hospital, looking at their eyes full of expectations, loss, shyness, sadness and other emotions, but none of them were Ying Jia, and they could never overlap with the white figure in their memory.

What has passed will never appear.

The car left in the dust, and the faint feeling in my heart was quickly suppressed by more urgent expectations. It was completely unexpected to change my identity. This means that I am getting closer and closer to those old friends who have not seen me for more than a century? Can I satisfy my subconscious expectations faster?

The city in front of me should be very close to Linxia in the old era. But in terms of name, there is no relationship between the two. Although it was rebuilt on the desolate saline-alkali land after the war, there were no tall buildings, and most of the buildings were bungalows mainly composed of gray brick and cement structures. However, it was actually a large settlement with a population of more than 500,000. As for the name, according to the instructions of the Great Leader, it was named "Pioneer City".

Senior officials at all levels received receptions, banquets of all sizes, and medals and medals were awarded in various titles.

During these cumbersome and chaotic affairs, Lin Xiang spent four days in a chaotic and numb manner. As a new officer of the Political Supervision Department, he found that he had special rights in many aspects. Not only the quantity and variety of material rations, but also many outstanding women can sleep at any time.

"It's their obligation."

Faced with Lin Xiang's doubts, Peng Hui smiled and gave such an explanation. It was very short, but it could explain the problem.

Lin Xiang had an indescribable fear of the Red Communist Party and the Army for the first time. It was not because of its strength, nor because it once represented the inheritance of the bloodline of the huge powers in the East. It was from the force of restraint that was profound, thorough and irresistible to the hearts of the people, thinking, and brain.

Here, from birth to death, no matter what he has done, comprehensively summarized, there is actually only one simple command that comes from the upper class, and cannot be simpler than just a simple command.

After leaving Pioneer City, Lin Xiang did not feel relaxed at all. According to the orders of the General Office of the Political Supervision General, he and Peng Hui's short vacation had ended. Next, he had to rush to Xinjing to accept the new order.

Pioneer City Railway Station is located in the southwest of the city.

The wasteland world is actually not conducive to flight. Flight vehicles such as large passenger aircraft and high-altitude fighters will create various unpredictable obstacles due to the strong ray interference in the radiated clouds. Electronic instrument disorders, oil valve regulator imbalances, and onboard computer data chaos. All of these may cause plane destruction and death. However, this does not mean that flying must be absolutely prohibited. In areas with relatively weak radiation impacts, high-precision combat machinery can still exert strong power. It is also because of this that both the Red Communist Party and the Army and the Skeleton Knights have retained a certain number of air troops and the Army Aviation Team.

But no matter what, long-distance transportation or personnel movement is the most convenient and safe means of transportation, which are various traditional vehicles driven by electricity or fuel.

Sitting on the bench in the officer's rest area in the waiting room hall, Lin Xiang carefully observed this strange but faintly familiar world from the perspective of an ordinary person for the first time.

There are many people in the hall. There are soldiers with guns and ammunition, and civilians wearing blue and gray clothes. There are men and women, and there are lively and cute children. Their clothes are simple, just like military uniforms, Zhongshan clothes, craft cloth clothes, etc. The texture is mostly cotton imitation and blending, and the fabric is focused on the sturdy and durable fabric. It is rarely considered the comfort and comfort of wearing. As for the tones, except for green, gray, black, and dark blue, they are pure white that is so ordinary that it cannot be more ordinary.

There is no bright red, no bright yellow, and no light blue as pure as a cloudless sky. In addition to occasionally seeing a little bit of these bright and bright colors on the shoulders or hat badges of soldiers, the whole world seems to be shrouded in the darkness and gloom forever, making people feel unhurried and suppressed to the point of suffocation of walls, doors, and streets...

..There are huge slogans or slogans hanging in every slightly blank public area of ​​the mouth. The contents are all from "Quotes of the Leader's Sweet", or are no more excerpts of Comrade Jin Tianzheng's speech at a meeting. Everyone wears a round side image of the kindness and majesty of the Great Leader's Sweet on their chests. This seems to be a symbol of identity, and it also represents their loyalty to the Great Leader's Sweet. The worship and respect for the Great Leader's Sweet is engraved in their hearts, and becomes a permanent and unchanging deep imprint.

It was still early before boarding, Peng Hui unzipped the zipper on his carry-on bag, took out a pack of cigarettes, smoked two pieces, and handed them to Lin Xiang.

Light the cigarette and take a deep breath of the rich smoke with the nicotine aroma. The taste of tobacco is exactly the same as the famous "Hongtashan" in the old era, but the trademark on the surface of the cigarette box has become a simple five-pointed star as the pattern "Hong Star Brand".

The faint smoke gradually drifted away and quickly caused a wave of reaction among the male crowd around them. They turned sideways and looked at the two officers on the bench with various different types of eyes. The slightly swayed noses greedily absorbed the smoke. Several middle-aged men who could not bear the torture of smoking also took out cigarettes from their pockets and lit them, and joined the ranks of smokers.

Like other forces in the wasteland world, various materials are also rationed. In addition to food and water, tobacco is also rated according to the hierarchical system. Under the premise of purchasing physical currency, people, officials and soldiers are respectively supplied with ticket-based plans. Among them, "Red Star" cigarettes are special supplies for senior officers. Ordinary civilian cars are only able to buy cheap goods of average quality or even extremely low quality in designated stores. Of course, this seemingly unequal differential treatment is actually much better than the wilderness refugees. At least, people living in the city will not be starved to death, and can occasionally enjoy treatment that refugees cannot imagine.

Suddenly, a noisy voice came from the distance from the exit.

A girl, who was about twelve or three years old, was wearing dark blue rough work clothes, with her hands clasped behind her back and a chain of fingers tied around her neck. She was snatched by two men and walked past the open door of the waiting room.

The girl staggered, with bruises and lumps caused by violent impacts on her eyes and cheeks. Only one cloth shoes were left on her feet. She was led like a dog, and she twisted her hands back with her back shackles. She could only half bend over and move forward with difficulty. This slow speed obviously caused dissatisfaction with the following. He bared his teeth, took out a police stick from the waist hood, and poked the girl's back with malicious force, and then picked it up high, thrusting it into the girl's back. Suddenly, a scream of hoarseness suddenly broke out in the small group of threesomes.

"Uncle, please, please don't beat me. I am not a bad guy. I am not a bad guy... The girl jumped and tried to avoid the stick falling from the air. The iron chains tied firmly around her neck limited her movement space. She could only cry and dodge forward desperately.

"Are you not a bad person? Hehehehe! I will kill you, a little counter-revolutionary, to death."

**Put up the cuffs of her clothes high, maliciously poked the girl's chest with a police stick, and said with a nose: "Little miscellaneous species, if you don't have a ticket, you want to get on the bus. Even if you are not a counter-revolutionary, you are still a community parasite."

"No, it's not like that." The girl's crying sounded particularly sharp and sad. She shrank and avoided the hard police stick, crying: I really have no money. I just want to go to the labor reform farm to find my parents. I miss them."

“Work to change the farm?”

**It seemed to have grabbed the point of the problem, stretched out his hand, grabbed the girl's hair, dragged her, begging and screaming hard to her face, with an unlimited sense of satisfaction, stared at the childish and fearful face, and said with a grim smile: "All the prisoners in the labor reform farm are counter-revolutionaries. You, his corpse mother, are just a little counter-revolutionary lifestyle boy. At this time, you are still playing with this kind of flower tricks, and you should die at all. You have dozens of onlookers have come from beside you. The expressions on each face are different, but without exception, they are covered with a layer of indifference, and even the deep hatred and anger from the bottom of your heart.

A young woman wearing military uniform, without a collar, hat badge, and wearing a martial arts belt, and about twenty years old, with an angry face rushed out of the crowd, snatched the police stick from the hand, and grabbed the girl's arm with a speed like a fierce fire, grabbed the girl's arm and pulled her to her face. She gritted her teeth and raised a thick, strong and hard stick, which was the bruised girl's head and smashed it down.

With a sharp scream that was not as sharp as a human voice, the girl's young body immediately lay on the cold ground, like a worm that was hit hard by death, curled up and rolled desperately, twisting.

"What's there to say about such a counter-revolutionary bastard? Kill her—————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

"It's right!"

The next ** grabbed the chain with force and dragged the dying girl up from the ground. A trace of her eyes flashed quickly, the corpse, lustful, evil, and gaze quickly changed into an extremely angry hatred: "Please let me go, we will bring this little counter-revolutionary fate back to the station for interrogation. Let her explain more things and dig out a deeper dark curtain."

Looking at the scene that happened in front of him silently, Lin Xiang turned the cigarette butts that were flickering and dark. His eyes became more and more gloomy, and he suddenly exerted force, and he pushed the remaining cigarette butts heavily on the armrest of the chair. He raised his hand and straightened his military cap, kicked his legs, and was about to get up and walk out of the waiting room door.

At this moment, Peng Hui, who was sitting next to him, suddenly stretched out his right hand and pressed his left leg tightly.

"This matter has nothing to do with you, it's best not to interfere with it-*"

His voice was very light and clear.

"Why?" Lin Xiang turned around and looked at him calmly.

"The military team generally does not interfere in local affairs."

Peng Hui looked at Lin Xiang's black jade-like eyes and said coldly: "When you don't know the specific situation, it is best not to interfere casually. We don't know whether the girl's identity or whether she has any backstop that she cannot pass the political review. Of course, Guan Yu is not necessarily a political prisoner in the labor reform farm, but it is impossible to rule out whether her parents are counter-revolutionaries. These things are better trustworthy than none. Even if she is killed by these people, the actions of those people are completely in line with justice. The great leader said that all the capitalists of the imperial kingdom are our enemies-"

Relaxed and remained silent for a moment, Bangxiang nodded heavily. Every move must be in line with his current identity.

Peng Hui's words seem to be cruel and ruthless, but the truth cannot be refuted.

Even if I pass by now and forcefully stop drinking as an officer, it will not change the girl's fate.

That stick was very heavy and was in the middle of the brain. She might have suffered very serious internal injuries. Maybe she became a white fool from then on, or she would die soon. Even if she was lucky enough to be rescued, what should she do in the future? She could still encounter such troubles as today at any time. As long as she has the title of "counter-revolutionary life", she will always be able to let others curse, slaughter, beat, and insult her.

The Great Leader has stipulated that this world can only be composed of two types of people: revolutionaries and counter-revolutionaries. It is impossible to have a third rank.
Chapter completed!