afterglow

Chapter 114
Although there was no progress at the League of Nations meeting, representative Mingying began private negotiations for a peace.

The next morning, the rooftop garden of the Ritz-Carlton Hotel was bathed in soft morning light. When Wei Jingyun and Jiang Chen arrived, Ryan and his secretary had already been waiting for a long time.

At the same time, as third-party witnesses, Brecht of the Netherlands and a member of the French delegation were also present.

After the simple and hard greetings, the two sides turned to the formal topic.

When they were arguing fiercely, the Great Ming capital thousands of miles away...

With a time difference of seven hours, it is exactly three o'clock in the afternoon in Nanjing.

"It's really unreasonable! Ma'am, can you wait here for a while? Forget it, go back first, and I will give you an explanation in two days."

It was supposed to be a wonderful afternoon, because Zhou Changfeng received the preparation transfer order from the Ministry of War and the garrison commander, but his good mood was broken by Xu Baizhi's visit.

The cause was the issue of Sun Cheng's pension. The Ming army's pension level was confirmed by the Ministry of War, and then transferred by the Ministry of Households to the local government for distribution.

Taking Sun Cheng as an example, the Ministry of War first determined him to be one of the four grades of A, B, C, and D according to his death in battle, and then the Ministry of Households would issue "old discs" to Shangyuan County after the approval. Administrative documents.

However, the Military and Political Department of the Ministry of War determined Sun Cheng's death as a second-class?
Class A death in action refers to being loyal to duty on the battlefield and dying for the country; Class B death in action also refers to being loyal to duty on the battlefield, but the difference is that it died after being transferred to medical treatment.

But the question is, how can Sun Cheng have the opportunity to be transferred to the rear hospital?The first battalion seized Demaji and fought alone. Is there a so-called "death of ineffective medical treatment"?

Xu Baizhi couldn't figure it out, but she refused to accept it; Zhou Changfeng and the other officers were also extremely dissatisfied with this.

"I went to the Ministry of War to inquire about it, and they said... as long as you don't die on the battlefield, you can't be counted as Category A..."

Seeing her worried expression, Zhou Changfeng waved his hands, and said firmly, "Rules are made by people, and there is no unbreakable rule. Why can't such unreasonable and weird rules be changed?"

Whether it can be done is one thing, but it is another thing to swallow your breath and ignore it.

Frowning, Xie Wancheng said angrily: "Who made this rule? It's so outrageous in terms of emotion and reason, how can it still continue to this day?"

To be honest, there are very few people who know this strange rule, who usually pays attention to this?
Now that it happened to me, everyone realizes how speechless it is.

Zhou Changfeng chuckled, "It's like this, no one responds or protests, how could they take the initiative to change it?"

After finishing speaking, he added: "It's also a good thing that there has been no large-scale war for many years, otherwise this kind of rule that easily arouses public anger will not last long." He was very unhappy with Daming's strange death classification system.

Later, Zhou Changfeng struggled for two seconds, and wanted to call the garrison commander for consultation, but in the end he called Shen Yu from the outside factory.

After waiting for a long time, a yawning lazy voice came from the other end of the phone.

Good boy, Shen Yu actually sleeps during work hours?

"What's the matter, Brother Zhou?"

So Zhou Changfeng briefly described the ins and outs of the matter, and by the way, didn't you say you wanted me to treat you to dinner last time?I can go there in two days.

Shen Yu on the other end of the phone replied casually: "The most formal way to handle this matter is to petition for feedback, write up the appeal, deliver it to the Metropolitan Procuratorate, and give a reply within three months."

"This is indeed a method, so... informal?"

"Huh? Then you trust the relationship, don't you know the Marquis of Nan'an? Tell the steward of his house, and you will hear back tomorrow."

Feeling speechless, Zhou Changfeng rolled his eyes, "Will people care about this? Besides, I don't know him very well, and I've only met him a few times."

"Aren't you concerned about your own future at all?" Shen Yu's tone was a bit resentful, "Forget it, I can't explain clearly in a few words, anyway, this method is very effective, and if someone says a word, you will break your leg."

"Of course I know that the boss's words are useful."

"Then why are you hesitating? How do you know if you don't try? Then, or you can go to the Ministry of War to try yourself."

After chatting with Shen Yu, although he was a little reluctant, Zhou Changfeng still called him out.

Needless to say, an acquaintance who works in this kind of government office does have advantages in all aspects, and it is a high-quality resource.

Zhou Changfeng straightened his collar, stood up and walked beside him and said, "I'll go to the Ministry of War, thank you Wancheng for keeping it, what should I do."

Since the third mixed brigade was stationed in the far western suburbs, Shen Yu had already arrived when he drove to the agreed place.

At the entrance of a restaurant at the intersection of Chongli Avenue and Tongjimen Avenue, a bored Shen Yu was pacing back and forth, then raised her hand and looked at her watch, "Zhou Kexing, you're a full quarter of an hour late."

"Ahem," Zhou Changfeng coughed dryly, "I'm sorry, I didn't dare to step on the gas pedal to the end."

The two didn't go directly to the Military and Political Department of the Ministry of War to ask for an explanation. Such a move was obviously not wise.

Zhou Changfeng and Shen Yu have the same opinion - a single case is likely to be ignored, so it is best to have ten, eight, or even dozens of similar cases.

Going straight all the way, only turning left and right once, the Xunlei [-] light off-road vehicle finally stopped slowly at the gate of Yingtian Army General Hospital.

The two who got out of the car asked at the front desk where the wounded of the Mixed Third Brigade were hospitalized, and then rushed over directly.

The fighting on the front line has not stopped, and even a low-intensity confrontation will inevitably cause casualties. The wounded of the other two divisions are basically admitted to the Army Hospital in Chengdu, while the wounded of the Mixed Third Brigade will be sent back to the capital after initial rescue.

Walking into the second floor of the inpatient area, the strong smell of alcohol and the faint smell of blood in the long corridor immediately evoked Zhou Changfeng's subconscious memories of the war.

And... the scene of Sun Cheng before his death, he was so calm.

His injuries at the time were so serious that it was not worth saving. What is the difference between being killed on the spot?However, now it can't be rated as a first-class death type?

At this moment, many of the surrounding wards are empty, and the wounded in the hospital are naturally impatient of loneliness, so they often get together to read newspapers, chat, brag, and play cards to pass the time.

However, the special arrival of Zhou Changfeng and Shen Yu broke this boring day. When they expressed their intention of coming, the wounded present were all aggrieved.

"Oh, how intense that night was. At that time, we rushed to the aid for several days and launched an attack overnight. My squad leader took the lead and rushed to the Yingyi's circular position, shot one to death, and stabbed another with a bayonet. It's a pity that he was finally shot by the machine guns of the enemy tanks, and the brothers snatched him, but he died in the field hospital."

A tall, thin corporal with a shaved head due to a head injury complained: "This is not considered a first-class death? This rule is really unreasonable."

His words immediately resonated. There were three or no. 40 soldiers and non-commissioned officers who came together.

Zhou Changfeng took a deep breath and was about to speak, but was interrupted by an arrogant voice from behind.

"Why are you making a fuss here? Grandpa, I was taking a nap and you woke me up? Who doesn't know the rules? I want him to come in vertically and go out horizontally!"

(End of this chapter)