Although there was no progress at the League of Nations conference, Mingying representatives began private negotiations to make peace.
The next morning, the rooftop garden of the Ritz-Carlton Hotel was bathed in the soft morning light. When Wei Jinyun and Jiang Chen arrived, Ryan and his secretary had been waiting for a long time.
Also present as third-party witnesses were Dutch Brecht and a member of the French delegation.
After simple and hard-core greetings, both parties turned to formal topics.
While they were arguing fiercely, the capital of the Ming Dynasty, thousands of miles away...
With a seven-hour time difference, it is now three o'clock in the afternoon in Nanjing.
"This is really unreasonable! Madam, can you wait here for a while? Forget it, go back first. I will give you an explanation in two days."
It was supposed to be a wonderful afternoon, because Zhou Changfeng received the preliminary transfer order from the Ministry of War and the Garrison Command Department. However, his good mood was broken by Xu Baizhi's visit.
The cause was Sun Cheng's pension issue. The pension level of the Ming army was confirmed by the Ministry of War, and then transferred to the local government by the Ministry of Household for distribution.
Taking Sun Cheng as an example, the Ministry of War first determined him as one of the four levels of A, B, C, and D based on his death in battle. Then, after the approval was passed, the Ministry of Household Affairs issued an "old disc" to Shangyuan County. This is a kind of superior official's approval of subordinates. Administrative documents.
However, the Military and Political Department of the Ministry of War determined that Sun Cheng's death in battle was B-level?
Class A death in action refers to those who were loyal to their duties on the battlefield and fought hard to sacrifice their lives for their country; Class B death in action also refers to those who were loyal to their duties on the battlefield, but the difference is that they died after being transported to the rear but failed to receive medical treatment.
But the question is, where would Sun Cheng have the chance to be transferred to the rear hospital? The first battalion seized Demaji and fought alone. Is there a so-called "death due to ineffective treatment"?
Xu Baizhi couldn't understand, she was dissatisfied; Zhou Changfeng and a group of officers were also extremely dissatisfied.
"I went to the Ministry of War to inquire, and they said...as long as you don't die on the battlefield, you can't be counted as Category A..."
Seeing the worried look on her face, Zhou Changfeng waved his hand and said decisively: "Rules are set by people. There are no rules that cannot be broken. Why can't such unreasonable and weird rules be changed?"
Whether it can be done or not is one thing, but it is another thing to swallow it and turn a deaf ear.
Xie Wancheng, who frowned, said angrily: "Who made these rules? They are so outrageous both emotionally and rationally, and yet they still continue to this day?"
To be honest, very few people know this weird rule. Who pays attention to this on a regular basis?
Now that it has happened to us, everyone realizes how speechless this is.
Zhou Changfeng chuckled, "That's it. No one reacted or protested. How could they take the initiative to change it?"
After finishing speaking, he added: "It's a good thing that we haven't experienced a large-scale war for many years, otherwise this kind of rule that can easily cause public outrage probably won't exist for long." He was very unhappy with the Ming Dynasty's weird death classification system.
Later, Zhou Changfeng hesitated for two seconds. He originally wanted to call the Garrison Command and Envoy Department for consultation, but in the end he called Shen Yu in the outer factory.
After a long wait, a lazy voice yawning came from the other end of the phone.
Good boy, this guy Shen Yu is actually sleeping during working hours?
"What's the matter, brother Zhou?"
So Zhou Changfeng briefly told the whole story, and by the way, didn't you say you wanted me to treat you to dinner last time? I can go there if I have time in these two days.
Shen Yu on the other end of the phone replied casually: "The most formal way to handle this is to petition for feedback, write your appeal, submit it to the Metropolitan Procuratorate, and get a reply within three months."
"This is indeed a method, so... what about the informal one?"
"Huh? What about the trust relationship? Don't you know Marquis Nan'an? Tell the steward at his house and you'll hear back tomorrow."
Zhou Changfeng, who was speechless, rolled his eyes, "Will people care about this? Besides, I'm not familiar with him, and I've only met him a few times."
"Don't you care about your own future at all?" Shen Yu said in a tone of resentment, "That's all, I can't explain it in a few words, but in short this method is very effective. A single word from someone can be enough to break your leg."
"Of course I know what the boss says works."
"Then why are you hesitating? How will you know if you don't try? Then, or you can go to the Ministry of War and try it yourself."
After chatting with Shen Yu for a while, Zhou Changfeng still called him out, although he was a little reluctant.
Not to mention, having an acquaintance who works in this kind of government office does have advantages in all aspects and is a high-quality resource.
Zhou Changfeng straightened his collar, stood up and walked around and said, "I'm going to the Ministry of War. Thanks to Wancheng, you can keep me here. Do whatever you need to do."
Since the Third Hun Brigade was stationed in the far western suburbs, Shen Yu had already arrived by the time he drove to the agreed upon location.
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 glanced at her watch, "Zhou Kexing, you are half a quarter of an hour late."
"Ahem," Zhou Changfeng coughed twice, "I'm sorry, I didn't dare to step on the accelerator all the way."
The two of them did not go straight to the Military and Political Department of the Ministry of War to ask for an explanation. Such a move was obviously not wise enough.
Zhou Changfeng and Shen Yu have the same view - a single case will most likely not be taken seriously, so it is best to have ten, eight, or even dozens of similar cases.
The whole journey was almost straight, with only one left and right turn. Finally, the Thunder 16 light off-road vehicle slowly stopped at the entrance of Yingtian Army General Hospital.
The two people who got out of the car asked at the front desk where the injured members of the Third Mixed Brigade were hospitalized, and then rushed over.
The fighting on the front line has not yet stopped, and even low-intensity confrontations will inevitably cause casualties. The wounded of the other two divisions are basically treated by the Army Hospital in Chengdu, while the wounded of the Mixed Third Brigade will be sent back to the capital after preliminary rescue.
Walking into the second floor of the inpatient area, the strong smell of alcohol and the faint smell of blood in the corridor immediately brought back memories of the war in Zhou Changfeng's subconscious.
And...the scene before Sun Cheng's death, he was so calm.
His injuries were so serious that there was no rescue value. What was the difference between him being killed on the spot? However, nowadays, it cannot be rated as a first-class death type?
At this moment, many of the surrounding wards were empty. The wounded in the hospital were naturally intolerant of loneliness, so they often gathered together to read newspapers, chat, brag, and play cards to kill time.
The unexpected arrival of Zhou Changfeng and Shen Yu broke this boring day. After they expressed their intention to come, the wounded present were all indignant.
"Oh, how intense that night was. We had traveled several days to rush for reinforcements and launched an attack all night. My squad leader took the lead and rushed to the British and Yi's circular position. After that, he shot one to death and stabbed another to death with a bayonet. Unfortunately, he was hit by machine guns from an enemy tank and the brothers snatched him away, but he still died in the field hospital."
A tall and 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 thirty to forty soldiers and non-commissioned officers who came over to the scene. Some sighed, some hung their heads in silence, and some cursed.
Zhou Changfeng took a deep breath and was about to speak, but was interrupted by an arrogant voice coming from behind.
"Why are you making all this noise? 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 chapter)
