ushernet Chapter 1072 This is the real reason why the man surnamed Qiu was bombed.
Chapter 1072 This is the real reason why the man surnamed Qiu was bombed.
It's really troublesome...
This guy with the long list of names is a major general.
A major general is nothing special; there are plenty of them in the US military. But this person's position as deputy commander of the 1st Cavalry Division is different.
Although during the war in the north, we fought the 1st Cavalry Division head-on, achieving a classic case of defeating a modern and powerful enemy with inferior equipment, and writing a legend for infantry.
However, the 1st Cavalry Division was always a founding division of the Bald Eagle Army, and its significance was different.
More importantly, the bald eagles have been hurt. If they've really been hurt, will they roll up their sleeves and take to the field directly?
This is not unfounded worry. By the autumn of 1963, the number of "advisors" from the United States in Cochinchina had exceeded 16,000, helicopters and M113 armored vehicles had already been deployed in actual combat, and special warfare was turning from planning into routine.
Before the bombing of Bianhe, Washington was debating whether to "escalate moderately"; after the bombing, the focus of the debate will likely shift to "when to escalate" and "to what extent."
If the United States were to fully intervene, would the war cross the 17th parallel north?
Will it spread to test ranges that are currently conducting test flights, test flights, and test launches?
Will it affect those young, heartbreakingly important, yet irreplaceable technical personnel?
Should we roll up our sleeves and get involved like we did more than a decade ago?
No one dared to give a negative answer.
Thus, the encrypted transfer order was drafted, signed, encrypted, and sent out overnight.
The list has no job rank or seniority ranking; it only has one common feature: all technical personnel who have made groundbreaking contributions in the specific field of "turning the crude into a deadly weapon" will be quietly recalled.
The reason for the recall was stated in the main text column in just four words: "to be reassigned elsewhere".
But in the minds of those in the know, these four words are translated into another phrase: the spark base.
Store the seeds in the warehouse. Take the sharpest blades from the front lines, where they might be caught in the crossfire, and move them back to the forging workshop where they can be quietly honed behind closed doors.
Jiang Xia's name was listed third.
This transfer order traveled two thousand kilometers through the night, arriving in Darian even before Vice Minister Qiu's armored vehicle was ready to leave.
Before chasing after Vice Minister Qiu to bomb him, Lao Wang had already shown the transfer order to Jiang Xia.
Meanwhile, based on the principle of "not hiding anything from each other" that the two brothers had previously agreed upon, Lao Wang also explained the entire Cleaner Plan to Jiang Xia in detail.
After saying that, Old Wang lowered his head, which was usually held high, in front of the silly boy.
"Brother, I'm so sorry!"
Jiang Xia slurped down his third bowl of noodles before patting his flat stomach with satisfaction.
That's great! With this system, we won't need to take digestive pills anymore. When resources become more abundant, should we hold a competitive eating contest?
I'm sure I can win the championship!
"Apologize for what?"
"Hey! You're pretty smart, how come you can't figure it out! Combining what I said with that transfer order, haven't you figured it out yet?"
As he spoke, Old Wang glared fiercely at Deputy Political Commissar Chang, who was peeling garlic for the idiot boy: It's all your fault!
Nima!
Deputy Political Commissar Chang wanted to stand up for himself, so he instinctively shrank into the corner, covering his face completely with his two large hands, even plugging his thumbs into his ears.
This action earned him an approving look from Old Wang, but...
My hands, after peeling garlic, were so spicy they really stung my eyes!
Deputy Political Commissar Chang was in tears.
"When the 'Scavenger' program was launched, the instructions were: use only the archives as bait. The archives are the bait, and the hook is the one guarding the door of the archives room. Whoever reaches out, we'll pull them. We won't implicate you, we won't alarm you, you can just go about your business."
"But to put you on the right track within two days, this transfer order is too hasty. I'm worried... I'm worried that someone above is not satisfied and wants... wants to use you directly as a baiter!"
Old Wang took a deep breath, and with no outsiders around, he finally voiced his concerns.
"Jiang Xia, I..."
He got stuck.
Wang Kui was a man who could pull the trigger without blinking when facing the enemy, and even make a cross-border raid for a classified file. But when it came to Jiang Xia, to this pale-faced kid who had just caught his breath from decryption work and hadn't even finished three bowls of noodles, he suddenly didn't know what to say.
Jiang Xia looked at him.
He watched calmly. There was no panic, no questioning, not even the anger or fear one would feel upon being suddenly told "you're going to be used as bait." He simply listened quietly as Old Wang finished speaking, then lowered his head and gently stirred the clumps of noodles in his bowl with his chopsticks.
"Brother Wang... I'm very happy that you could show me the transfer order."
Old Wang was taken aback.
“Really.” Jiang Xia looked up and even smiled, though the smile was as faint as a dragonfly skimming the water. “You could have kept it from me. You could have just put me in the car the day after tomorrow and told me it was for a meeting, a report, or some other assignment—I wouldn’t know anything anyway.”
Jiang Xia paused for a moment.
"Now that they know they're using me as bait, it would be a lie to say I don't have mixed feelings."
Old Wang's heart clenched. He opened his mouth, wanting to say, "If you don't want to, then we'll disobey," wanting to say, "I don't care about any kind of spark," but when he met Jiang Xia's calm eyes that didn't look like those of a young man in his early twenties, he swallowed the words back.
“But, Brother Wang,” Jiang Xia’s eyes hardened, “I believe in you. I also believe that the person who devised the plan originally intended to eliminate hidden dangers, protect more people like us, and protect what is truly important. If… if my value can be used not only in blueprints and workshops, but also in more covert battlefields, although it’s a bit… strange, I’m willing to cooperate.”
He smiled, with a youthful vigor and purity in his eyes: "Besides, don't I still have you, Brother Wang? You said that with you here, no one can touch me. I believe you."
Old Wang stared blankly at Jiang Xia. The young man's handsome face showed no fear or complaint, only trust and an almost naive sense of responsibility.
An even stronger surge of heat rushed to Lao Wang's eyes and throat, and this warmth burned away his last trace of hesitation.
"Good! Good lad!"
"With your trust in me, I'd rather tear the sky apart than let you get back to Beijing safely! If I really had to use you as bait, I'd risk my life to make sure you don't get hurt! If anyone dares to lay a finger on you, I'll shoot them!"
"It's just... I'm afraid you'll feel bad about what they're doing. You've worked so hard and driven so much development, but they..."
Jiang Xia put down his bowl, picked up half a pack of cigarettes from the messy table, and tossed one to Wang Kui.
“Brother Wang, I’ve never thought of myself as leading anyone. I think I’ve just participated in the research process of different people and different topics.”
"The development of the country does not rely on a small place like Jiangxia. It is the workers who work hard by the machine tools, the villagers who toil in the fields, the researchers who study diligently in the laboratory, and ordinary people from all walks of life who silently stick to their posts and strive forward."
"I may have offered some solutions that seem pretty good, but to implement them, we still need everyone's efforts!"
"You can't get everything by just waiting..."
Before the words of alarm could even finish, the dormitory door was suddenly pushed open, and a soldier with a badge rushed in, panting: "Team leader! Deputy Minister Qiu and the others... they forcibly took away Comrade Jiang Xia's relevant materials and are loading them into a vehicle to take them away!"
"What?!" Old Wang suddenly turned around, his eyes instantly turning blood red.
Jiang Xia's words of trust were still echoing in my ears, and the worry and anger of "being used as bait" had not yet subsided. At this moment, someone actually dared to touch Jiang Xia's file.
Are you taking it with you?
Hehehe, you all should wait a moment.
Let's go to his house and make him die a violent death!
……
Old Wang stormed out of the door, and after a while, the door creaked and bounced back, revealing Deputy Political Commissar Chang, who was trying to shrink into a ball behind the door.
Deputy Political Commissar Chang touched his nose, which had been almost flattened by the door.
This time,
I was truly moved to tears...