He Changqing was from a rural area in Shandong. He joined the army at the age of 18 and had been in the army for 20 years. He often joked with the members of " Old A " that he had been in the army for a few months longer than the 81st Gang. The 81st Gang automatic rifle was equipped in the army in 1983, and He Changqing also entered the army in 1983. He had the ability and strength, but because he was too honest in his conduct, his military life was more bumpy.
He had been a conscript for a few years and volunteered for eight years before he was promoted. He had always been one of the top scouts in the Lan Zhou Military Region. After he was promoted, Hou Guoqing recruited him into the Army Saber Special Forces, and he finally had a place to put his skills to good use. This outstanding soldier who had been in the army for 20 years had made such a big move. Those who were familiar with him were shocked and felt extremely regretful and heartbroken, including Xiao Bing.
Everything happened for a reason.
A month ago, He Changqing's promotion quota from lieutenant colonel to colonel was taken by an officer with connections, and he lost the opportunity to become a regiment-level cadre before the age of 40. He originally wanted to take a leave of absence to go back to his hometown to take a look, and at the same time, take a break to relieve the frustration in his heart." Old A " had a rule that no cadre in the team was allowed to bring their relatives into the station. He hadn't seen his family for more than a year, and He Changqing really missed them.
At that time, he accompanied several chiefs of the General Staff Department to inspect the multi-armed cooperative combat exercise held by Zhu Rihe on National Day. He was not in Beijing, so a deputy director of the Special Operations Division did not approve He Changqing's leave. This was tantamount to adding fuel to the fire.
Three days ago, He Changqing's family in his hometown in Shandong decided to come to Beijing to see him. His parents, wife, and son were going to take a bus to the county town and then take a train to Beijing. On the winding mountain road from the village to the county town, the bus fell into a deep ditch, killing all of He Changqing's family.
The successive blows had caused the man of flesh and blood to completely collapse. He had suffered great pain for three days without saying a word. In the end, he chose the extreme method of revenge. He took the most convenient 81st gun from the armory of the Army Saber Brigade, two domestic Type 92 semi-automatic pistols that were only equipped with special forces in 2000, more than 500 bullets, and six grenades. He came out of the station deep in the mountains of Miyun County and hijacked a car into the capital. He chose to stop at Jianguomen because the embassy district was not far from here. He wanted to let the world know how he was going to take revenge on society.
On the way from Qincheng Prison, Xiao Bing understood the general cause of the incident. He closed his eyes and leaned against the cheetah SUV, trying to calm himself down. Hou Guoqing and a group of police officers discussed countermeasures. Hao Weidong walked over and patted him on the shoulder and gave him a cigarette. The two of them squatted down, faced each other, and silently finished a cigarette.
"This is the pistol that you used for more than a year. After you got into an accident, no one else used it. In the team, only your shooting results are comparable to Old He's…I don't want Uncle Ho to kill innocent people and I don't want you to lose your life.”Hao Weidong took out a Type 92 pistol and handed it to Xiao Bing. He wanted to say a few more words, but he didn't know what to say.
Xiao Bing suppressed the suffocating feeling in his heart and nodded heavily. He stood up and pulled the trigger skillfully. He loaded the gun and then walked towards the crossfire zone. A special police officer of the Snow Wolf Commando Team saw Xiao Bing rushing forward with only a vest on his upper body and kindly said,""The criminal's shooting skills are very high and he's ruthless. You should wear a bulletproof vest.”
"What bandit? He used to be the most outstanding soldier in China. Do you know how much blood he has shed for this country? You've never experienced war…What right did an armed police soldier who had never been on the battlefield and had never killed an enemy have to criticize him?”Xiao Bing, who had been extremely depressed, seemed to have found an outlet to vent her anger and harshly reprimanded the SWAT.
He let out a long sigh after scolding the other person. The heavy feeling that was like a stone weighing down on his heart dissipated a little. Looking at the speechless SWAT soldier, he felt that he had gone a little overboard."I'm sorry, I lost my composure. The bandit you mentioned... You are one of my closest comrades in the past. You are also a soldier, so you should understand me.”
After Xiao Bing finished speaking, he strode across the road. Hundreds of eyes stared at the tall figure that revealed a sense of grief. The SWAT soldier was stunned on the spot. He understood the camaraderie, and the anger that had just been born dissipated immediately. He admired Xiao Bing a little. Killing his former comrade was equivalent to putting righteousness above family.
Hao Weidong squatted on the ground with his back against the car. He covered his face with his hands, and tears flowed through his fingers." Old He, have a safe journey. I won't send you off."”
Hao Weidong's sobbing voice was a sad expression of his ten years of comrade-in-arms.
"Is it enough for just one person to go over?" Police Chief Wang Qiang asked Hou Guoqing in a low voice. So many police officers and special police officers couldn't do anything to the ruthless person hiding in the pine forest. What was the use of one gun per person? Hou Guoqing's expression was serious as he looked at Xiao Bing's back.""The soldiers under me…I understand. If he can't do it, the entire Snow Wolf Assault Team will be useless.”
Wang Qiang nodded and no longer had any objections. The bureau chief of a city directly under the central government was a cadre at the department level. In terms of official rank, he was on the same level as Hou Guoqing, who was at the division level. Putting aside personal feelings, Hou Guoqing was the one he admired the most among the soldiers he knew. Every time Hou Guoqing raised his left hand, which was missing three fingers, he naturally showed respect.
More than 20 years ago, the head of the southern patrol who had led China on the path of reform and opening up said that children who were disobedient should be spanked. A self-defense counterattack against Vietnam broke out at the southwest border. The large-scale battle ended, and both sides used special forces to launch endless sneak attacks behind enemy lines. At that time, Hou Guoqing was the commander of the reconnaissance company. He led a special forces team and destroyed 11 field hospitals, three artillery command posts, and a division level command post. No one was left alive wherever the vanguard went. Three fingers on his left hand had been broken by a machine gun bullet during a mission, and they would forever remain on the land of Yuenan.
Soldiers who shed blood and performed meritorious deeds for this country deserved respect.
In the middle of the road, a few cars crashed into each other. The Audi A6 with a special license plate could faintly hear the cries of a child. The front of the Audi and the back of the bus were emitting thick smoke and flames. Xiao Bing reached the crossfire zone and leaned against a tree trunk by the roadside. He happened to see a police officer squatting behind a police car two meters away looking at the pine forest in the opposite park. This poor observation method was no different from courting death under He Changqing's gun. Just as he was about to warn him, a gunshot rang out. The police officer who stuck his head out did not have the chance to retract his head and fell to the ground.
Xiao Bing shook his head, took a deep breath, and jumped out from behind the tree trunk as fast as he could. He jumped over the police car by the roadside and rolled to the ground. A few bullets brushed past him, and he rolled over a dozen meters. He squatted behind the Audi, and the slightly tender cries inside could be heard more clearly. He reached out to pull the door, but probably because of the violent collision with the bus, the door was locked and couldn't be opened.
The glass in the back seat of the Audi was black, so Xiao Bing didn't even look inside. He clenched his fist and smashed the window. A six or seven-year-old boy in the back seat was crying non-stop. The bullet from the Type 81 bullet pierced through the driver's head, causing the boy's pink face and half-sleeved shirt to be splattered with sticky blood.
When a six or seven-year-old child saw such a bloody scene, crying was a small matter. Those who were less courageous would have a psychological trauma that could affect them for the rest of their lives. Uncle Ho was really guilty. Xiao Bing glanced at the driver who died with grievances in the driver's seat and sighed softly. He straightened his body slightly and carried the child out.
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