Binjiang Police Affairs-Chapter 1035 - 678: Cousins!

Inspections are difficult and annoying.

Some low-quality inspection soldiers get a little power and forget who they are, not only troubling officers but even daring to hit them.

Wang Xiaohong was worried that the company commander and instructor would suffer a loss, so he hurried back to the temporary camp to report to the camp headquarters.

The camp commander was shocked and quickly called the regiment to report.

With the sky brightening, there was too much preparation work to be done before moving out. The regiment commander couldn't free himself, so the political commissioner and the head of the military affairs section hurried over.

After understanding the situation, the political commissioner was about to go and explain things to the inspection when Guan Zhenghao and Yang Zhenhai returned, brought back by a car sent by the Linghai Reserve Camp that had taken the army flag.

Seeing that the political commissioner and the camp instructor were disturbed late at night, Guan Zhenghao hurried to self-review, taking all responsibility and repeatedly emphasizing that it had nothing to do with the instructor and others.

The army flag was taken away, it must be retrieved!

If one remains indifferent when the army flag is taken, does the unit have any cohesion and combat effectiveness left?

The inspection did not hold Guan Zhenghao and Yang Zhenhai accountable, nor did Political Commissioner Mu, who instead inquired why Linghai Reserve Camp wanted to take the army flag.

Guan Zhenghao heaved a sigh of relief and quickly reported the ins and outs of the matter.

"The flood overwhelmed the Dragon King Temple, it turns out it was a misunderstanding."

"Commissioner, are you saying..."

"What do you mean to say?"

Political Commissioner Mu couldn't believe such a coincidental thing happened, he lit a cigarette, took a few puffs, and pondered, "It seems you only learned the company's history but didn't study the regiment's history well, otherwise, such a big misunderstanding wouldn't have arisen, and wouldn't have alarmed the Military Inspection."

The camp commander wasn't very clear about this either, and asked quietly, "Commissioner, does that reserve force really have a connection with us? Is their predecessor also the Red Saber Battalion like us?"

"They are not making it up. Back then during the reorganization, the division only kept a small number of young cadres, allocated some cadres to change careers, and arranged the retirement of most soldiers. The main leaders, like the regiment commander and political commissioner, didn't change careers, and the command structures at regiment and camp levels were not moved, the whole establishment was reorganized under Jiangnan Province Military District, reportedly establishing a reserve division on the original setup of Jiangnan Province Military District."

"What about the honor title of the Red Saber Battalion?"

"Yes, commissioner, are we the Red Saber Battalion, or are they?"

A unit that cherishes honor is indeed a good unit.

Understanding the feelings of the subordinates, Political Commissioner Mu flicked the ash of his cigarette and explained, "Our military's honor inheritance is about passing on the 'honor title' rather than the unit designation. This means that the designation can change, but the honor title doesn't.

To adapt to the new battlefield environment, it was necessary to downsize according to superior's requirement; however, the restructuring was so hastily done that there was no time to sort through and categorize historical honor resources, let alone plan comprehensively which unit should inherit and carry forward them."

In such cases, it is usually the practice that 'honor follows the person,' meaning that soldiers from honored units are left as 'seeds' to remain or spread out, and the unit where they stay or are spread to inherits it."

In terms of the number of officers and soldiers, the old regiment commander and old political commissioner have more than us here. But in terms of inheritance, more beneficial for national defense construction, we should inherit the honor title, as we are not only active troops but also the main force."

Guan Zhenghao asked with a bitter face, "But doesn't that make two Red Saber Battalions?"

Such matters aren't easy to clarify…

Political Commissioner Mu, having personally experienced the large-scale demobilization back then, sighed lightly, "That disbandment was really not easy, it's understandable for the superiors not to know which unit to pass the Red Saber Battalion honor title to."

The camp commander couldn't help but remark, "How could such a big matter be overlooked!"

"Compared to disbanding and downsizing, this isn't really a big matter."

Political Commissioner Mu extinguished his cigarette butt and said with emotion, "Because our army was not just disbanding a regiment, but a full division. No one wanted to be demobilized, the old army commander opposed all objections and personally worked on the unit he had once led as commander, disbanding his own regiment!"

The old army commander is now the deputy commander of the Nanjing Military Region, highly respected at all levels in the military.

Everyone suddenly fell silent, bowing their heads and not daring to speak further.

Looking at several subordinates, Political Commissioner Mu continued, "Concerning lineage, Linghai Reserve Camp can be regarded as the old army commander's former unit, so saying their predecessor was the Red Saber Battalion is not excessive."

"Then what about us?"

"You are still the Red Saber Battalion."

"But they also say they are the Red Saber Battalion!"

"They aren't wrong, this kind of thing is really unclear, even the superiors probably don't know how to handle it. From another perspective, it is also a motivation for you, making you aware of the sense of crisis. Only by working well and achieving results can you prove that you deserve to inherit the Red Saber Battalion honor title, proving you are the true Red Saber Battalion!"

...

It's a bit like a Hong Kong and Taiwan TV drama, where a wealthy young master, living comfortably, suddenly has a half-sibling coming to fight over the family inheritance.

Something always believed to be one's own, suddenly is not, next you have to contend with someone over it.

Guan Zhenghao and the rest of the company officers and soldiers don't mention how depressed they were, sleeping very poorly all night.

As dawn breaks, the on-duty officer sounds the assembly whistle.

Upon exiting the tent, they see military vehicles sent by their superiors to take all officers and soldiers to the train station have already arrived.

Everyone was too busy to eat breakfast. In fact, they were surrounded by water, nothing but murky floodwaters, so even if they wanted to eat, there was nothing to eat. They could only follow their superiors' orders to quickly dismantle tents, pack up, line up, and board the vehicles. They hoped to eat at the train station.

"First platoon leader, check the camp to see if anything was left behind."

"Second platoon leader, count the number of people!"

Guan Zhenghao was extremely busy when a jeep and a truck slowly approached.

It seemed these vehicles were sent by the local Military District. Guan Zhenghao briefly glanced, preparing to continue his tasks, when two figures, both somewhat familiar and unfamiliar, jumped out of the Cherokee military vehicle.

"Old platoon leader, why are you here!"

"Here to send you off."

Xu Mingyuan raised his hand to greet Instructor Yang Zhenhai, who wasn't very welcoming, from a distance, then smiled and patted Guan Zhenghao on the arm: "You probably haven't had breakfast, so I've brought some for you. Our people are all out on rescue missions, we're short-staffed, please quickly assign a few warriors to carry things."

Guan Zhenghao couldn't believe that Xu Mingyuan and Ma Jintao had come to deliver breakfast, he replied with a wry smile: "How can I possibly accept this?"

Before Xu Mingyuan could speak, Ma Jintao looked at him and said, "Company Leader Guan, born from the same root, why rush to burn one another! If you don't see us as older brothers, we older brothers won't fail to see you as younger brothers."

"Company Leader Ma, what are you saying, you were originally our old platoon leader, our elder brother."

"Since you see us as elder brothers, let's speed it up!"

"Quickly call a few warriors to come over and carry it. Our logistics team worked all night for your send-off."

"Carry what?"

"Breakfast."

"What breakfast?"

"Buns, meat-filled ones. I had two on the way, thin skin, lots of filling, tastes great. Also some tea eggs, very aromatic. Shouldn't your company exceed one hundred fifty people, I brought six hundred buns, three hundred tea eggs, should be enough."

Xu Mingyuan smiled and added: "To prevent choking from eating too fast, I also brought ten boxes of mineral water, each box with twenty-four bottles, should be enough to share."

Guan Zhenghao was stunned, unable to believe "cousin" was so kind-hearted.

Ma Jintao urged: "Hurry up, stop hesitating, we're about to move out, you may not be hungry, but your subordinates surely are."

Xu Mingyuan walked over to the truck, climbed up and touched the boxes, then turned back and smiled: "Xiao Guan, the buns are still warm, quickly get people to carry them, give them to the warriors immediately, otherwise they'll all be cold!"

An alluring aroma reached them, Guan Zhenghao also felt a bit hungry and said apologetically, "Thank you, old platoon leader, I won't be polite with you."

"I've said it's family, there's no need for politeness."

"Alright, accepting is easier than refusing."

You took our military flag, so we should eat a few of your buns.

Not wanting the two old platoon leaders to think he was not generous enough, Guan Zhenghao immediately turned back and shouted: "Quartermaster, bring some people over to carry the breakfast, call more people, hurry up!"

...

The warriors had all been to the Linghai Reserve Camp's site last night, and a few sharp-eyed ones recognized Xu Mingyuan and Ma Jintao and others. Receiving the breakfast from the Quartermaster, they sat in the carriage eating fragrant meat buns, sipping mineral water, and began to talk.

"Instructor said they were once part of the same unit as us, really from the same root. Calling them cousins wouldn't be too much."

"Yeah, they're all old platoon leaders, calling them brothers is no loss."

"Old platoon leaders? Didn't you see their ranks, they're all retired officers, at least deputy camp level before transferring. Company leader and instructor calling them old platoon leaders is about right; we aren't qualified."

"But they did snatch our military flag."

"Military flags can't be eaten; we can always make another one when we go back."

"That's right, we didn't bring our real company treasure; the true honor flag is still in the honor room."

"What are you saying?"

The squad leader couldn't take it anymore, his face turned serious: "It's just a few buns from them, you say they're good, even disregarding principles, can't you have some ambition?"

One warrior couldn't help but remind: "Not just buns, also tea eggs and mineral water."

"Two buns, one tea egg, and one bottle of mineral water bought you off!"

"How could we be bought off, squad leader, the instructor already said last night, technically they aren't outsiders, they really are our cousins."

"Not outsiders? Then why didn't you go with them?"

The squad leader snorted coldly, continuing to eat the bun.

With each bite, oil oozed out, filled with meat, thin skin, lots of filling, really delicious, but unfortunately not much.

Actually, they prepared four per person for the entire company, but the company leader and instructor insisted on being generous, only letting the quartermaster distribute two per person, sending the rest to the Second Company, and likely also to the regiment and camp headquarters...