Marrying Leng Libing Wang and having four children, traveling back to the 70s

"Zhan Yanmei, you vixen, you want to shake me?"

"Don't you see whose territory you are on?"

"You can cry to death, but no one will stand up for you—"

"Dare to pull the corner of my mouth, bah, bitch."

Comrade Chen Meiqiu, who was pretentious and affected, was like a poor actor. While continuing to sob in a pretentious manner, she cursed Comrade Zhan Yanmei from the art troupe viciously in her heart.

"How dare you, a short, weakling, attack me like this—"

"My brother is a martyr, and I am a martyr's family member. Let's see how you can get through this today."

"I won't kill you today."

The vicious comrade Zhan Yanmei was also pretending to sob while secretly planning in her heart.

Yes, she had thought about it long ago. Today she was going to bring up her brother who sacrificed his life for the country to put pressure on the leaders present, asking them to uphold justice for her, give her an explanation, and severely punish that short Chen.

"Snapped--"

The majestic and stern Commander Liu Qifeng suddenly slammed his desk hard.

Suddenly, his face dropped, and he glared at the two careless female comrades standing opposite him, with flames of extreme anger flashing in his eyes.

An aura of majesty suddenly emanated from Commander Liu Qifeng, causing Comrades Chen Meiqiu and Zhan Yanmei present to suddenly shrink back in fear and remain stunned for a moment.

They suddenly became intimidated and did not dare to look directly at Commander Liu Qifeng.

The arrogant words in the two people's minds just now were formatted in an instant, and all that was left in their hearts was fear.

"Tell me, why did things get so awkward in the military guesthouse?"

"For what reason?"

The dignified and awe-inspiring Commander Liu Qifeng spoke sternly.

In fact, Commander Liu Qifeng had already sent his attendant Comrade Dai Maowu to find out the truth. He already knew why Chen Meiqiu and Zhan Yanmei had been fighting like this.

Comrade Zhan Yanmei, who had little contact with Commander Liu Qifeng, only felt that Commander Liu Qifeng at this moment exuded an aggressive and murderous aura, which made her spine cold and suddenly fearful.

"This, this Commander Liu, why is he so, so..."

As a member of the compound, Comrade Chen Meiqiu more or less knew what Commander Liu Qifeng's overwhelming anger and the hostility emanating from him meant.

Suddenly, she seemed to be under a spell, and became stiff involuntarily, then trembling like a sieved chaff, and even her whole body was shaking like a candle in the wind.

You know, in the army, everyone knows that Division Commander Liu Qifeng, who has fought through bullets and shells, is usually not angry, but once he gets angry, it will be devastating, and the consequences are often unimaginable.

"This is the army—"

"Today is the first time, and also the last time. Considering that one of you is a family member of a martyr, and the other is—"

“I won’t pursue responsibility this time.”

"I hope you can be strict with yourselves next time and don't let it happen again."

"otherwise--"

Commander Liu Qifeng frowned and spoke very seriously.

His superior voice seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell, icy cold, chilling, and sending chills down one's spine; especially the last cold and drawn-out ending tone, which was like a slender, sharp blade flashing with cold light, thoroughly interpreting the silent wrath of thunder, as if it was going to tear both Comrades Zhan Yanmei and Chen Meiqiu apart.

The majestic and stern Commander Liu Qifeng's sharp death gaze like an eagle was like a lightning bolt to punish demons. It struck the two female comrades Zhan Yanmei and Chen Meiqiu with thunderous force. The two restless people were frightened and their breathing stopped instantly, as if their throats were tightly strangled by an invisible big hand. They both clenched their little pink fists and shivered like autumn leaves shaking in the cold wind.

"Yes, yes, yes—"

Comrade Chen Meiqiu, who was tactful, was like a rusty machine, mechanically stumbling over a few halting words from her lips, which had long since lost moisture due to fear, and replying with a trembling voice.

Her previous arrogance and domineering behavior disappeared without a trace, just like the clouds blown away by the wind.

“I know, I know, I know…”

Zhan Yanmei was naturally a person who was extremely good at observing people's words and expressions. Like a chameleon, she seamlessly connected and stammered in response.

"Fu, fu, fu—"

"Scare, scare, scare, scare--"

"This Commander Liu is so damn scary."

"Zhan Yanmei, that ancestor, damn it, why didn't she just be more straightforward and send me away with a thunder."

"Damn it! This is like being tortured to death in front of Commander Liu."

"..."

On a snowy day, Director Wu of the art troupe had a cold sweat on his back. He was torn between his conscience and his conscience, and kept mumbling to himself.

"Director Wu, the comrades in your art troupe need to improve their ideological awareness."

"We should go back and organize a comprehensive study session—"

Political Commissar Jiang Daye was a master at striking while the iron was hot. He gave no face to the two former art troupe staff members and went straight to them, confronting them directly.

"And, Comrade Chen Meiqiu, you too—"

Political Commissar Jiang Daye has always insisted on "no one can escape", so how could he fail to remind Comrade Chen Meiqiu?

"Yes, yes, that's what Political Commissar Jiang reminded me of. I'll go back and organize the comrades in our art troupe to strengthen their Party spirit and temper their ideological work style."

Comrade Chen Meiqiu: “!!!”

……

Troop dormitory.

"Eh eh eh——"

"You know, just now, just now——"

"This morning in the East Family Area, the shameful women, Zhan Yanmei and Chen Meiqiu, actually got into a brawl in the guesthouse."

In dormitory 209, a soldier who called himself the leader of the "Dormitory Headlines" and was as thin as a monkey started chattering and making a fuss.

"Really, really, please tell me more quickly."

"What's the reason? Why did those two female comrades start fighting?"

The second soldier with the horse-shaped face continued curiously.

"Hi--"

"Why else?"

"Because of our living devil, Deputy Captain Lu!"

The round-faced soldier San raised the corner of his mouth, said "Hi" softly, and muttered with an expression of "Who am I?"

"You, how did you know?"

The monkey-like soldier asked unhappily, looking at him as if he was "stealing my lines".