If they hadn’t met Si Nan, with only five special forces soldiers, the thousand-mile journey from B City southward would have been enough to kill them ten times over. But conversely, if they hadn’t met him, even if Si Nan had grown three heads and six arms, he would have been unlikely to survive.
That chance encounter on an autumn afternoon in T City, with a one-in-ten-million probability, was enough to change the predetermined trajectory of many things and the fate of many people.
“But you did create a miracle. When you were assigned to the special forces back then, no one could have imagined this would happen.”
Zhou Rong was about to speak modestly, but the old man interrupted him before he could: “Did Lao Zheng tell you about restoring your position?”
Zhou Rong thought for a moment and said: “Yes, General Zheng told me that the 118th has been disbanded.”
The old man nodded silently. Zhou Rong looked at him sincerely and said: “Sir, I hope the Military Commission can consider rebuilding the 118th. If the personnel are gone, we can recruit again.
As long as I, the squadron leader, am here, the sixth squadron’s establishment remains, and the 118th still exists. Although the 118th was not established for long, it has made countless remarkable military achievements…
The old man did not interrupt him, his expression showing neither approval nor opposition. Only after Zhou Rong finished speaking did he suddenly ask:
“Do you know about the Foreign Ministry recruiting people from the 118th two years ago?”
Zhou Rong was stunned for a moment. “I know.”
“Why didn’t you apply?”
Zhou Rong pondered for a long time before saying: “I feel that under the current circumstances, being an ordinary major in the special forces allows me to do more for the country.”
Si Nan was right about one thing: Zhou Rong was the type who could speak appropriately to different people, always finding the most suitable words to express unpleasant meanings.
A hint of a smile passed through the old man’s somewhat cloudy eyes, clearly agreeing with Si Nan: “No, Lieutenant Colonel. I heard about you being cured by the serum antibodies. I think you’ll be more useful staying at the military headquarters before the vaccine is developed.”
Zhou Rong said: “Yes…”
