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

Old Ye took a sudden step forward, his harsh rebuke filled with unquestionable authority.

"Xiao Gao! Stop messing around with me!"

He pointed at Mr. Gao, his tone full of disappointment and anger.

"You used that young brat Chen Haonan to create the Big Black Commando Team. From the procedural approval to the personnel selection, was anything done according to the rules? How dare you say in front of me that everything was done according to the rules?"

Mr. Gao's chest heaved violently as he stared at Mr. Ye. His lips moved as he was about to refute.

But before he could utter a word, Mr. Ye's words came back, leaving no room for maneuver.

"Now look what has happened! The King of Hell has lost his life because of his recklessness!"

Mr. Ye's voice suddenly rose, carrying with it sorrow for the sacrificed soldiers and even more accusations against General Gao.

"You're still here making excuses for him. Can't you see the truth? Do you have to protect a kid who got into trouble?"

He took a half step forward, his eyes sharp as a knife.

"Let me ask you, if the Lightning Commandos were to carry out this mission alone, would they allow their comrades to be sacrificed? Would they mess up a good mission like Chen Haonan did?"

He suddenly raised his head and when he spoke, his voice was louder than Ye Lao's.

"Mr. Ye! What you said is wrong!"

The roar was too sudden and too loud.

The two young soldiers passing by had their hands trembling, and the document bags in their hands hung in the air. They forgot to hand it over or take it. They subconsciously stopped and looked over here from a distance, their eyes full of astonishment and panic.

No one dared to come near.

Everyone could see that these two high-ranking military officials were really angry. The rage in their eyes seemed to be able to burn people. To approach them at this time would be like walking into a trap and would only bring trouble to oneself.

"Wolf Fang already has a problem with personnel!"

President Gao took a deep breath and lowered his voice slightly, but he still carried the lingering anger.

He knew how much of a shock these words would cause, but at this point, he no longer cared about that.

"He Zhijun is a meritorious official, I admit that."

Mr. Gao's tone softened a bit, and a hint of respect flashed in his eyes.

"Back then, he charged across the border with his gun, saving his life amidst a hail of bullets. The achievements he made would fill up half the Hall of Fame. Furthermore, he single-handedly founded the Wolf Fang Special Forces. I admire him from the bottom of my heart for this achievement!"

He took another deep breath, trying to calm down, but his eyes couldn't help but show a hint of helplessness.

"But he's getting older, and his thinking is becoming rigid."

Mr. Gao lowered his voice with a hint of regret.

"He always believed that his old subordinates and old methods were the most reliable. He treated Wolf Fang as his own territory and would not tolerate anyone else's interference. He held on to those veterans who should have been rotated to other positions long ago, and he refused to give newcomers with ideas and the courage to innovate even a chance to try and fail!"

"I've long wanted to change the current situation of Langya."

"I want to inject some new vitality into that veteran team and get it up to speed with the current battle rhythm, but after years of searching, I've found no one who's capable of taking on the lead, or someone who's just an old stubborn person with the same ideas as He Zhijun. I haven't found the right opportunity yet!"

At this point, Mr. Gao's voice suddenly became more excited, and even his eyes brightened a little.

"Until this kid Chen Haonan appeared!"

He spoke faster, his tone full of approval.

"He's capable, brave, and smart enough not to blindly follow dogma! In just a few months, he transformed a group of rookies who couldn't even hold a gun steady and didn't understand tactical terminology into a battlefield-ready and experienced team! I thought I finally saw hope, the hope of surpassing the Wolf Fang and completely transforming them!"

He suddenly turned around and looked at Mr. Ye, his tone full of questioning and a hint of pain that was hard to conceal.

"But what about you?"

The disappointment in Mr. Gao's voice was almost overflowing.

"Not only did you not support him, you also hindered him at every turn! First, after the mission was over, you indiscriminately questioned his command ability; then, without even conducting a thorough investigation, you disbanded his team."

"Now they've gone even further, accusing him of treason! What exactly do you want to do? Are you jealous of new people rising to prominence, or do you want to protect Lei Zhan and his gang, who only use seniority as an excuse and refuse to accept new things?"

Mr. Ye was stunned by what Mr. Gao said.

He obviously didn't expect that President Gao had such high expectations for Chen Haonan.

I never expected that President Gao would dare to openly express his dissatisfaction with Langya and He Zhijun.

It's okay for a few people to discuss these things in private, but if they are said in public and spread, it will shake the morale of the army and have a huge impact, especially in a sensitive public place like the military.

Old Ye opened his mouth, wanting to refute and use the word "rules" to pressure others, but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't find the right words.

He knew in his heart that what Mr. Gao said was true.

Langya has indeed become a bit conservative in recent years, but in his eyes, rules and qualifications are more important than anything else.

Rules are the family precepts passed down by our ancestors and they cannot be violated in any way.

Seniority is the root of a soldier. Without seniority, the team will lose its order.

No matter how capable Chen Haonan is, being "out of line" is wrong. This mistake has long overshadowed his ability and is like an indelible stain that sticks firmly to him.

What's more, Chen Haonan was too young, only nine years old. In everyone's eyes, he was just an immature child soldier who couldn't carry anything on his shoulders or lift anything with his hands. He was simply not capable of shouldering the responsibility of the assault team.

Besides, the country is full of talented people, and there are a lot of outstanding young officers in the army, and there is no shortage of people like Chen Haonan.

Thinking of this, Mr. Ye came to his senses and interrupted Mr. Gao, "That's enough!"

"This is all your Southeast Military Region's business. It has nothing to do with me, and it has nothing to do with Chen Haonan's trial!"

He waved his hands and growled, "Besides, it's too late to say anything now. That kid has already committed a serious crime—kidnapped cadres and stormed the court. How is he any different from Oda back then? He's the next Oda!"

When the word "Xiaotian" was mentioned, Mr. Ye's tone was instantly filled with anger, his brows furrowed even tighter, and the wrinkles on his forehead turned into lumps.

The Oda incident caused a huge uproar in the army, and in the end, a heavy price was paid. He must not let history repeat itself.

"Even if he has some strength and can fight a few battles, he will definitely be captured once the military sends a large force."

Mr. Ye's tone was firm and unyielding.

"When the time comes to reopen the trial, he'll be convicted of whatever crime he deserves. No one can save him! Even if you continue to protect him, even if you tell the world you're dead, it'll be useless!"

There was a flash of anger in Mr. Gao's eyes, and his tone was firm, every word sonorous.

"I won't let him be convicted!"

"I know Chen Haonan better than you do! To save An Ran, he braved a hail of bullets and rushed to the front, not even blinking when a bullet grazed his ear. To eliminate the Liu family drug lord, he went deep behind enemy lines, disregarding the danger to his life. To kill Scorpion, he single-handedly charged forward, not flinching even when seriously injured! He was a good soldier, a commander capable of fighting tough battles. He didn't deserve this!"

"You still want to save him? How are you going to do that?"

Old Ye snorted coldly, his eyes sharp and hitting the vital points.

"Now the entire military knows he's 'defected.' The evidence is all there, irrefutable. Can you still turn black into white? Can you ask the inspection team to burn the case files and erase everyone's memory?"

Mr. Gao did not answer.

He just looked at Mr. Ye deeply, his eyes full of disappointment.

What is disappointing is that Mr. Ye only cares about the rules and not the human heart. He is like a rigid abacus, only recognizing numbers and not human feelings, and cannot see Chen Haonan's efforts and sacrifices.

He swore to seek justice for Chen Haonan, even if it meant his death or offending the entire military.

Then, Mr. Gao turned around and walked away, taking big and steady steps without any hesitation.

Obviously, no matter how much I say to Mr. Ye, it is useless and it is just a waste of time.

Because Mr. Ye's ears seemed to be blocked by the word "rules", he could only hear what he wanted to hear, and he turned a blind eye and a deaf ear to everything else.

Mr. Ye looked at his back and couldn't help but raise his voice.

"Tall boy, where are you going? Do you think the commander will see you if you go to him empty-handed?"

Mr. Ye took two steps forward and tried to stop Mr. Gao.

"I'm telling you, you're wasting your energy! The commander-in-chief is so busy with national affairs and military development that he doesn't have time for your trivial business of protecting 'rebels'!"

Mr. Gao did not look back or stop, but continued to walk forward. His back looked particularly determined in the sunlight.

What he wants to do does not require others' approval or understanding. He only needs to be worthy of his conscience, worthy of the blood and sweat Chen Haonan shed on the battlefield, and worthy of the soldiers who trust him and follow him.

Even if he ends up with nothing, he will never regret it.

Mr. Ye stood there, watching Mr. Gao's figure getting farther and farther away and smaller. He was about to turn around and get in the car to leave.

Suddenly, his pupils shrank sharply, as if he was stung by something, and his body froze instantly.

Mr. Ye stared at Mr. Gao's hand, and even his breathing paused for a moment.

He saw Mr. Gao stop and open the black bag he was carrying.

The bag looked ordinary and he hadn't paid much attention to what was inside it before.

Unexpectedly, after the bag was opened, Mr. Gao took out a plaque from it.

The plaque was dark red in color and was made of the finest mahogany. The surface was polished smooth and delicate, with a warm luster. It was obvious that it had been rubbed by someone for many years.

What is even more eye-catching is that in the center of the plaque there are four large gold-plated characters engraved - "Pillar of the Nation".

The sunlight shines on the gold stamping, reflecting a dazzling light. The light is not dazzling, but it carries an innate majesty. When people see it, they can't help but feel awe in their hearts.

Looking at the plaque, Old Ye stood there blankly, his mouth slightly open, completely dazed. His mind was in a mess, he had no ideas at all, only one thought kept spinning in his mind.

"This amount... this amount..."