Parental Love: Jiang Weimin's Life of Lying Down

"Hello, old leader, this is Wang Tie! I miss you so much." Wang Tie's hearty voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Commander Wang! What's wrong? Why did you find time to call me? Are you going to be a corps commander? Why are you showing off to me again?"

"Old Jiang, we have fought side by side for so many years. Why shouldn't it be right for me, as the division commander, to report the good news to you, my old leader?"

"Oh, you don't call me leader anymore, you call me Lao Jiang now, right? You've become so arrogant since you became the division commander."

"We are all old comrades, it's friendly to call you Lao Jiang. Lao Jiang, you are not jealous that I am the division commander!"

"Don't talk nonsense. I'm jealous of you. I don't mind if you become a division commander or an army commander. Tell me what you want from me?"

"I heard that your son has become a great painter, so I came to congratulate you."

When this topic was mentioned, Jiang Defu became happy: "Well, publishing a few comic books is not worth mentioning."

"You've published several books? This is not insignificant, this is a great achievement! You have to treat us to a drink when you come to Jinan."

"Shame on you! I'll have to treat you to a drink when I go to Jinan."

"As a leader, you shouldn't care about so many things!" Wang Tie laughed.

"Now you are treating me as your leader again. You really use people in a forward-looking way and not in a backward-looking way."

"Lao Jiang, how can you say that to me!"

"Are you okay? If not, hang up now!"

"I have something to say. I saw the comic book that my nephew drew for me. It was really wonderful, especially the battle between me and the Japanese captain. It really made me nostalgic, as if the scene was still vivid in my mind!"

"Are you sure you had such a fierce fight with the devil captain?"

"Of course I am sure! I can still remember the moves at that time vividly!" Wang Tie said confidently, and repeated the moves according to the comic strip.

Jiang Defu showed a speechless expression on his face: "Isn't this a scene from a comic strip? How did it become your business?"

Wang Tie refuted confidently: "Why not? You can prove it!"

"How can I prove it?"

"The characters in the comic strip are based on me, and this story was also drawn by your son! Isn't this the best proof?"

Jiang Defu shook his head helplessly: "How can you be so shameless? These are all the effects of artistic processing."

Wang Tie was not relenting: "Why is it exactly the same as what I remember?"

Jiang Defu's eyes widened: "You are really shameless!"

"Boss, when will our son's next work be published? I want to buy two copies for my collection."

"Soon, maybe another two months!"

"Am I still the protagonist? Are there any scenes of duels with masters? Don't assign a team leader this time. He is not enough for me to kill. How about assigning me a colonel directly?" Wang Tieshan said excitedly.

"You have high expectations. How about just drawing a biography of Wang Tieshan, challenging various masters along the way and finally having a decisive battle with the Japanese Emperor on the top of a snowy mountain?"

"Really? That's great!" Wang Tieshan's voice trembled with excitement.

"It must be true. I'll have my son draw it for you in a minute."

"Old Jiang is really nice!"

"Ok?"

"Alright, old leader. I'll leave this matter to you."

"Just wait patiently!"

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Defu showed a sly smile on his face.

"Wang Tie is such a fool that he even believes my son's teasing words."

Wang Tie laughed loudly, "As expected of an old leader, you know me so well that you even know my desire to become the best swordsman."

An Jie watched Jiang Defu hang up the phone and asked curiously, "Old Jiang, who's calling?"

Jiang Defu replied proudly: "That old fellow Wang Tie."

"Oh, what does he want from you?"

"It's because Wei Min's comic strip was published, and he saw it, so he called to show off.

If I had known this earlier, I would have asked Weimin to paint him as a supporting role, and see if he dares to show off to me. " Jiang Defu said indignantly.

An Jie smiled slightly, looked at Jiang Defu tenderly and said, "You!"

Jiang Defu went on to say, "I just lied to him that I would publish a comic book for Weimin and asked him to fight all the way to the Japanese emperor, and he actually believed it."

An Jie smiled and scolded: "He is your old subordinate after all, why did you lie to him like this?

Besides, in the comic strip, he is a member of your commando team. And I have seen Wei Min's latest drawings.

It's not just you who arranges things, Wei Min draws them, Wang Tie still has to be commanded by you, and the whole team depends on you to command the attack and retreat."

Jiang Defu was very happy when he mentioned this, and he said proudly: "Weimin is still too young, how can he understand fighting? Without my design and command, can he bring out the advantages of the commando team?"

Anjie nodded in agreement and praised with a smile: "You are really amazing, and my husband is a hero. I will drink with you tonight and celebrate."

Jiang Defu quickly replied, "I still have to discuss the battle plan with Wei Min tonight, so I can't drink."

Upon hearing this, An Jie pinched Jiang Defu's arm and left angrily. Jiang Defu breathed a sigh of relief after seeing An Jie leave.

A month later, Jiang Weimin gave the completed drawing of "Special Forces - Bravely Entering Yishui County" to Jiang Defu for review.

Although this rescue plan was formulated by Jiang Defu himself, the deployment of troops and the carrying of weapons were also set by Jiang Defu.

But during the process, Jiang Defu only occasionally looked at one or two drawings.

However, when all the drawings are put together, the effect presented is completely different.

The picture shows the special forces secretly infiltrating the enemy, working closely together, and quickly determining the location of the underground party.

When they found out that this might be a trap, they did not panic, but responded calmly and quickly formulated a new plan. Through careful analysis of the intelligence, they successfully found the place where the underground party was actually held.

Then, they used blasting methods to break open the door at an astonishing speed, rushed in to rescue the underground party members, completed the task in the shortest time possible, and evacuated safely.

The whole process was as fast as lightning and it was amazing.

Jiang Defu looked at each painting carefully and couldn't help but sigh: "Wei Min, is this really the rescue plan I made?

"Yes! Dad, these drawings are all drawn according to your plan! And, look at the deployment of troops, there is no problem at all!"

"Your speed of attack is too fast. There is only one squad of Japanese soldiers under guard, and you killed them too quickly!"

"Dad, this is an assassination! The enemy is in the open, and we are in the dark. Plus, your team is full of experts, so we must give full play to their advantages."

"If the place where the underground party members were held was not a trap, your special forces team would have rescued them in no time, right?"

"Yes! Isn't this the purpose of setting up a special forces team as you said? To concentrate forces at one point, strike quickly and defeat the enemy quickly."

"Is that what I said? And if the commando team is not called the commando team, why is it the special operations team?"

"The special forces are special military forces. Their main purpose is to harass, sabotage, assassinate, conduct reconnaissance behind enemy lines, and steal intelligence. Isn't that what you told me?"

"Is that what I said too?"

"They are definitely not the original words, but they are all my summary based on what you said about the commandos' abilities."

Jiang Defu thought about it and seemed to say, "That's right!"

In fact, it was all said under the guidance of Jiang Weimin.

"Wei Min, these combat gestures in the comic strip are very valuable for reference! How did you come up with the idea of improving combat efficiency?"

"Part of it is what you said. You forgot that I asked you last time about the situations where sign language is used for communication on the battlefield, how to use it, and what its purpose is."

Jiang Defu thought about it again and it seemed to be true, but why did the combat efficiency seem so high in the comic strip? His final conclusion was probably artistic processing.

"Dad, how did I draw this time? I brought out your combat command to the fullest."

Jiang Defu said puzzledly, "The painting is good, but why is it different from what I expected?"