Wife is safe, cute baby makes trouble in the world of special forces.

Inside the military headquarters' combat command room, the densely packed red and blue arrows on the map wall formed a vast network of military intelligence. The air was filled with the smell of tobacco and strong tea, as thick as insoluble ink.

The phone suddenly rang, piercing the stagnant air with a sharp sound, echoing in the silent command room.

Old Ye held the receiver in his hand, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged out like earthworms, coiling under his skin.

After listening to the sentry's report, the wrinkles on his face were filled with ice, and the coldness in his eyes could crack steel plates. His Adam's apple moved, and it took him a long time to squeeze out words from between his teeth.

"You bastard! You're so bold! Trying to force the emperor to abdicate? Let him stand there as long as he wants!" He

Veteran General Ye slammed the receiver against the table, causing the tea leaves in the enamel cup to jump three times. Tea splattered from the rim of the cup, leaving a small wet mark on the table. "You're violating military discipline and still want to act like a rogue? This old man Gao Shiwei is fed up with life! Does he really think the military headquarters is his Southeast Military Region's backyard?"

Before he could finish his words, he hung up the phone with a "click". The receiver bounced on the table, leaving a faint white mark.

He stared at the white mark, the anger in his chest like a lit barrel of explosives, almost exploding.

Gao Shiwei was blatantly disobeying orders! Bare-chested, he was blocking the entrance to the military headquarters. Was he trying to make a fool of himself in front of the entire military region?

This tall kid is becoming more and more outrageous.

For the sake of a child, he disregarded his dignity.

What would happen if everyone protested like this?

Ye Lao was so angry that he leaned back in his chair. The back of his army green shirt was stained with dark sweat, which spread from his shoulder blades to his waist, and it felt sticky and stuffy against his skin.

This morning, Minister Li called him early and said, "Commander! The Southeast Military Region is in chaos! A nine-year-old kid is serving as an instructor, and the joint mission is a disaster!"

At that time, he grabbed the sand table on the table and wanted to overturn it.

The plastic figures representing the troops were toppling here and there, like a wheat field swept by a strong wind, with sand falling down.

"Nonsense! This is a disaster for the country and the people!"

Elder Ye slammed his palm on the table, causing the teacup lid to jump up and spin around twice before stopping. "The army is a weapon to protect our country, not a stage for raising child prodigies! Can a nine-year-old kid carry a gun or stop a shell? It's too early for him to learn arithmetic!"

He immediately threw the report sent by Minister Li to the ground and cursed: "Severe punishment! Must be severe punishment! Disband that damn commando team! Send that wild boy back to school. If he dares to get close to the army again, I will break his legs!"

Mr. Ye was worried that Gao Shiwei would cause trouble, so he started a live broadcast from the military headquarters and then reprimanded Gao Shiwei.

Unexpectedly, this order stirred up a hornet's nest.

In the courtroom, Niu Tou and Ma Lian slammed the table in defiance, their faces flushed and their necks thick with anger as they shouted, "Chen Haonan is a hero! He led his team to win the championship in the National Special Forces Competition!"

Now, that old man Gao Shiwei has gone even further, running to the military headquarters and stripping off his clothes, exposing his bare chest and scars to the entire military region! Last night, when Lao Zhang from the Operations Department called, he hesitantly asked, "Old Ye, that kid... I heard he won the national special forces championship?"

This morning, three old buddies from the military district asked him about it in a roundabout way, which made him so angry that he pulled out the phone line.

“This is outrageous!”

Mr. Ye's face turned pale. He grabbed the cigarette box and shook out a cigarette, half of the tobacco fell on the table.

The lighter clicked three times before it ignited. The blue flame danced on his fingertips, making the anger in his eyes even more intense.

Amidst the smoke, he stared at the file bag on the table.

The doll in the one-inch photo was wearing camouflage uniforms, with delicate features and a pursed mouth, revealing a reluctance to admit defeat. But the words on the resume burned like red-hot irons, making his eyes hurt: champion of the National Special Forces Competition, eliminated the Blood Cherry Mercenary Group, subdued the mercenary leader with his bare hands, annihilated the Liu family army, killed the drug lord Scorpion, founded the Magic Pill Base, and formed the Big Black Commando...

Old Ye slammed his knuckles on the table, and the "dong dong" sound echoed in the command room.

"Champion? That was just a drill! In a real battlefield, can this kid hold out for ten minutes?

During the last border conflict, a veteran with five years of military service was so scared that he wet his pants and hugged a tree, shaking like a sieve.

He recalled the time thirty years ago at the Laoshan frontline, when he witnessed a sixteen-year-old communications soldier being blown to pieces by an artillery shell, leaving only half his arm. Before dying, the child clutched the telephone cord and shouted, "Connected!"

The child's blood dyed the telephone line red, and also dyed his memory red.

Thinking of this, Mr. Ye slammed the table hard, causing the teacup on the table to shake and a lot of tea to spill out.

What the army needs are steel that can handle things, not clever monkeys!

If he really dies on the battlefield, it's a small matter. But what if he implicates his comrades? Who will then make amends to the families of those who died?

Suddenly, the red encrypted phone on the table screamed, the ringing sound was three times more urgent than that of an ordinary phone, nailing his nerves like a death warrant.

Elder Ye stared at the glaring red, his knuckles knocking white marks on the edge of the table. When he picked up the phone, the loud voice in the receiver almost broke his eardrums: "Elder Ye! Shi Qingsong told me everything about that kid in the southeast!"

Zhao Beihu's voice, raspy like the northwest wind and sand, made Old Ye's eardrums buzz. "That kid named Chen Haonan, can he scale a cliff with his bare hands? Has he ever shot down a drone with a slingshot? Shi Qingsong patted his chest and assured me that the kid's map reading skills are better than those of a veteran with ten years of service! Last time I went to the southeast for an inspection, I saw him drawing tactical maps on the ground with a branch. Even the old staff officer of the General Staff nodded in agreement!"

Ye Lao's brows were twisted into knots that could pinch a mosquito, and his knuckles squeezed the plastic casing of the receiver so tightly that a faint "squeak" could be heard. "Old Zhao, stay out of my business! It's not your place to meddle in the affairs of the Southeast Military Region! A nine-year-old kid, no matter how capable he is, will never amount to anything. You were just fooled by his little cleverness!"

"I'm meddling in other people's business?" Zhao Beihu slammed the table over there. There was a loud clang, as if even the table was shaking. "The National Special Forces Competition was held in the southwest. I saw the video myself. This kid led the team to wipe out the Blood Cherry Mercenary Group's lair! The drug dealers had laid three layers of landmines, but he ignored the danger and personally went after them, wiping out the entire Blood Cherry Mercenary Group."

"That's Blood Cherry! The one the whole world is worried about! The Southeast doesn't want it, but we in the Southwest do! I gave him troops and equipment, and let him lead a commando team to guard the border! Shi Qingsong said, 'Whoever gets Chen Haonan will win the world of special operations,' and that's not empty talk! The anti-ambush tactics that guy designed, the veterans in our brigade practiced for half a month and still couldn't fully grasp them. Do you dare to call him clever?"

Ye Lao dug his knuckles into the plastic casing of the receiver, his fury surging through his bloodstream to his head, the veins in his forehead throbbing. "You know shit! He caused the death of his comrades! Yan Wang died during the joint mission, so whose responsibility is it if it's not his? What does a nine-year-old child know about responsibility? What does it mean when human life is at stake? Does he even know that Yan Wang has a paralyzed mother at home to support?"

"Lei Zhan and his gang are talking nonsense!"

Zhao Beihu's roar nearly overturned the telephone line, and it made Old Ye's ears numb. "Shi Qingsong told me clearly! It was that idiot Lei Zhan who copied Chen Haonan's plan without considering the terrain or checking the intelligence! He insisted on playing the undercover role. Isn't this just alerting the enemy? How could Liu Teng not notice something was wrong?"

"Besides, what that nine-year-old kid can do, those majors under your command might not be able to do! During the Special Forces Competition, the Blood Cherry Mercenary Group crossed the border. If he hadn't warned them in advance and reminded the Bull-Headed and Horse-Like to equip everyone with live ammunition, there would have been casualties! He single-handedly ensured that the top special forces from all the war zones escaped unscathed. Isn't that an achievement?"

"Shi Qingsong was telling me yesterday that Chen Haonan could identify a drone's model from its hum. How many of your men can do that? You're wasting his talent by sending him back to school!"

"You have no business interfering in military affairs!" Old Ye pressed the hang-up button hard, his fingertips turned red, and the receiver bounced on the phone.

But the next second, the phone rang again like a death warrant, and the words "Northwest Military Region" jumped on the screen.

He stared at the four words for three full seconds, then answered the phone in a voice as cold as ice: "Speak."

"Commander Ye." The Northwest Deputy Commander's voice was cautious and tentative, as if he was afraid of angering him. "I heard that there's a promising young man named Chen Haonan in the Southeast... We in the Northwest are willing to accept him and provide him with the best training resources. Let him go to the Gobi Desert to practice, even if it's just to serve as a tactical advisor!

"Get out!" Mr. Ye threw the receiver directly, and the receiver hit the phone with a loud "clang" sound.

He leaned back in his chair and stared at the poplar trees outside the window.

The trunk is as straight as a gun, and the leaves flutter in the wind like countless green flags.

Why did Gao Shiwei desperately protect this child? And why did Zhao Beihu and the Northwest Military Region scramble for him?

Now he finally tasted it.

There are so many eyes behind this doll.

But Ye Laoming is a stubborn person in his life, and once he makes a decision, no one can change it.

The army has its own rules. If a nine-year-old kid joins the team, he may win the championship today but cause bigger trouble tomorrow.

When it comes to actual combat, who can guarantee that he won't panic?

Can those who speak for him be held responsible for his mistakes?

Mr. Ye threw the receiver back into the phone, grabbed the teacup on the table and took a big gulp.

The tea had already gone cold, sliding down my throat like ice chips, but the anger in my heart hadn't subsided at all.

The wind outside the window suddenly picked up, and the leaves of the poplar trees rustled loudly, as if thousands of troops were approaching.

He stared at his reflection in the window glass. His eyes on that wrinkled face were harder than they had been thirty years ago on the Laoshan front.

The rules of the army cannot be broken.

Military discipline must not be lost.

Even if the entire military region spoke up for the child, he couldn't let a nine-year-old kid ruin the foundation of the army.

He grabbed the internal phone on the desk and spun the dial with his fingertips, making a clicking sound. "Connect me to Director Wang!"

"Commander Ye, do you have any instructions?" After the call was transferred, Director Wang's voice was cautious.

He knew from Mr. Ye's tone that there must be something difficult going on.

"Get rid of Gao Shiwei." Elder Ye's voice was cold, as if he was talking about something insignificant. "Tell him to return to the Southeast Military Region immediately and stop causing trouble here and disrupting the order of the military headquarters."

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what's the situation?

Director Wang held the receiver, looking confused, and was stunned for a full two seconds.