The current situation is more serious than simply staying on the table. Since it is not the old era of information circulation that is completely connected to the computer network, the data sent by manual writing will always differ from the actual situation. Often, the storage materials have been sold out, but there are still some inventory displayed on the table records. Once the logistics supply chain is disconnected, the consequences will be unimaginable. I have to do something for them.

The next day, the sky was not yet fully bright, and the short whistle was already accompanied by the sound of the military horns, and the open space above the military camp was harshly sounded. As the door of the barracks opened, the soldiers in sweatshirts rushed to the playground at a speed of 100 meters, and quickly arranged in an orderly formation amid the roars of the roars of the officials in the roars and scolding of the officials.

Lin Xiang carried a steel backpack weighing 500 kilograms like yesterday and ran at the front of the team. Behind him were more than 20 soldiers wearing the same uniform. They lined up in two columns and followed Lin Xiang's footsteps. More than fifty meters away from the team, nearly a thousand soldiers ran forward under the leadership of their respective team officials. The speed was neither fast nor slow. No more nor too much happened to follow the running rhythm of the front team, without pulling too much, and without any intention of surpassing.

Everyone remained silent, and the dull atmosphere slowly solidified in tension and fear, as if they wanted to suffocate. Apart from the heavy sound of military boots hitting the ground, even the sound of people gasping for breath could not be heard. It seemed that "this was simply a puppet army that was completely composed of inanimate corpses, except for following the orders, "there was no puppet troops with independent thinking at all. The more than 20 soldiers following Lin Xiang, the black-bottom red star logo different from other officers and soldiers in front of the sweatshirts were all political supervision committee members of the Second Infantry Regiment. Lin Xiang's arrival did not alarm anyone in the system. If it weren't for the abnormal situation yesterday morning," and the detailed report of the logistics warehouse on the inspection process, the regiment political department might have to find Lin Xiang, the newly appointed chief officer.

Fifteen minutes later, the political commissars who participated in Chenmao had returned to the military camp. The square was silent. "No one walked around, no one spoke. Everyone kept standing attentively, tried to control the violently undulating xiong mouth, and silently looked at Lin Xiang and untied the heavy steel backpack on his body, slowly disappeared at the end of the corridor leading to the single dormitory.

The political system of the Red Republican Army is very special. Anything may be infinitely expanded, and may even be associated with words such as great leaders or anti-party and anti-government. No one wants to be held by others for some inattention. Although according to the military regulations, political commissars may not participate in daily mafia, Lin Xiang, as the highest political officer at the regiment level, has experienced his personal experience. As other subordinates of the committee, it is naturally impossible to continue to wait and see with an attitude of no connection with him.

At half past eight, Lin Xiang, wearing neatly black uniforms, had already appeared in front of the head of the wide wooden table in the group conference room.

"Report your respective work situation in the near future. We must be detailed and meticulous. Lin Xiang doesn't like nonsense and point out the theme of the meeting directly.

All the people attending the meeting were assigned to the political and supervisory committee members at the battalion and brigade level. They looked at each other and exchanged information quickly from their eyes and expressions. Lin Xiang was neither anxious nor urged. He just sat quietly on the chair and waited. Deep in his quiet eyes, there was a darkness that no one could see through.

Two minutes later, sitting on the left side of the conference table, a tall and thin major stood up first. He respectfully bowed. He raised his hands and placed it next to him to a paper document box. He handed it to Fang Pingping where Lin Xiang was, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Your Excellency, this is all the information we have collected in the past six months. I believe that there should be what you need."

Lin Xiang took the paper box, untied the winding loop on the side, picked up neatly stacked documents, and looked carefully. Given the special status of the Third Army, all the political and supervisory committee members who served as Western Military Region "had received systematic and strict social training before leaving Xinjing. They had strong means of collecting and hiding sensitive things. Although Lin Xiang's report was only about ten pages, the part involved included the logistics, training, military composition, ideological and political aspects of the Second Infantry Regiment. If they were replaced in Xinjing or other areas controlled by the Red Republic Army, this document would be enough to send all the military chief officers of the Second Infantry Regiment to the political court of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

Lin Xiang has been watching it over and over again for nearly half an hour. Judging from the silent expression on his face, he seemed not satisfied with the report, but did not point out the mistakes or shortcomings like other superiors. On the contrary, his current attitude is more like a bystander who has nothing to do with him.

The participants in black uniforms still sat upright, exchanged quickly from the corner of their eyes, and secretly communicated with each other's cognitive communication. They were both familiar and unfamiliar with Lin Xiang - the heroic face "Every red Republican soldier had already come to his mind since he was a child. But no matter what the identity number of this guy named Lin Xiang was, he was still an independent biological individual after all, with free thinking, unable to guess his thoughts, and unable to see through his heart.

In an unknown tacit understanding, the major sitting at the conference table leaned forward, staring at Lin Xiang with a respectful expression, and said carefully in a unique hoarse tone: "Your Excellency, due to the limitations of conditions, we only have one copy of these documents. Moreover, the Third Army is different from other troops. The Political Supervision Commission does not have absolute control here, and even the internal meetings of the political system cannot last too long. Otherwise, it will be easy to attract the attention of other relevant personnel."

"Wait a little longer" and let me finish reading the documents." Lin Xiang ordered lightly, his eyes never moved away from the documents in his hand. This indifferent attitude made many participants feel a little anxious. The major who was closest to opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he did not make a sound.

A few minutes later, just as the major was trying to open his mouth again, Lin Xiang slowly put down the document, leaned back, crossed his hands in front of him, and gently tapped his slender fingers on the left and right digits.

The document was collected and compiled by all the political and supervisory committee members present. The contents were similar, nothing more than a squadron did not ask for instructions and greetings in front of the leader's portrait on time, or a military officer inadvertently criticized the current policies of the State Socialist Party. Furthermore, there was also the fact that someone did not actually pronounce it during the collective hymn, and it was just a false counterpart: a soldier's family did not farm the land according to the norm; a soldier used a newspaper with a leader's image to go to the toilet to look at all documents, which recorded hundreds of comments marked as "serious" or "extremely bad", without exception, all of which were such problems.

After a moment of silence, "Lin Xiang sat upright" moved the lighter out of his shirt pocket, picked up the corners of the file from the paper box placed on the table, and pulled the lighter's hat eye with force, put the bright red flame that was hissing, and quickly rose up a fierce fire that burned from bottom to top.

What exactly do you want to do?”, the major sitting beside him reacted the fastest. He stood up from the chair with amazement. He trembled with his body, raised his body and kept shaking his right hand and pointed at Lin Xiang tightly. The respect and humility that originally existed in his eyes completely changed into uncontrollable anger and rage. He roared repeatedly: “Stop! Stop it one by one”

Lin Xiang's eyes were all indifferent, and his eyes just fell on the flames that were shrinking and darkening in the paper box in front of him, and he did not look at the left and right sides at all. It seemed that at this moment, the whole world was only left with the ashes melted into black ashes. Only this is the key and core of all problems.

"Major, sit back to your seat"

He calmly raised his left arm and pointed at the chair with an unchanged gaze. He quickly changed the focus of his gaze, and quickly passed by the many political commissars with different expressions, and finally landed on the face of the major who had already poked out his body next to him, looking at the furious eyes without any allowance.

Time passed slowly in a suffocating atmosphere. Half a minute later, the anger on the major's face gradually faded, and his tense body slowly slowed down. Finally, "his arms that supported the tabletop loosened, and he leaned back stubbornly" fell heavily in the middle of the chair, gritting his teeth coldly and hostilely.

In the paper box on the desktop, all the documents were burned out, leaving only a pile of paper ash that could not be distinguished from its original shape. A slight air flow passed by, and a trace of warm bright red light appeared on the surface of the embers, floating back and forth in the wind like light swathes.

"What are these Yixis useful?"

Lin Xiang's eyes were soft and firm. He stood up, spread his hands on the table, and looked forward in a pressured posture: "Apart from someone's tongue error, even if someone did not ask for instructions on time, early and late to report these trivial things can be regarded as information? It can also be used as evidence? I don't know what kind of special social training you received before leaving Xinjing? I don't know what kind of orders the superior chief who gave the task gave you? Yes, if you change the environment, these things can indeed play their due role. They can send those rebellions that are disrespectful to the great leaders to prison" and can also be evidence to prove the crimes of those anti-birth elements. But...

...You have forgotten the most important key. This is not Xinjing. It is not a residential area controlled by the Political Supervision Commission. The Western Military Region has independent military and political jurisdiction. In their eyes, we are enemies that are more terrible than any opponent. How can these thick documents be sent out when the remote communication system cannot work? Even if Xinjing can really receive reports, do you think the committee may arrest or control the people involved?"

The conference room was silent, no one spoke, and even the sound of breathing was extremely slight.

Being able to become a political supervisor is not only a keen sense of politics, but also a smart mind, as well as a strong judgment and adaptability to the situation in which Lin Xiang said is not a secret. The special status of the Western Military Region has long been made public, and the political supervisors are actually not very clear about how much the political supervisory committee can play. They just "secretly collect all the situations that do not comply with the rules according to the old practice. In their opinion, their identity is actually equivalent to underground workers in the chaotic period of the old era. What is funny is that they are their own people wearing the same uniforms.

“We are all members of the National Socialist Party.

For the sake of the leader and for faith, we can give up everything and be willing to sacrifice our lives at any time. The major sitting on the left took a deep breath, "and slowly opened his mouth. He had already understood the subtext in Lin Xiang's words, and the hostility deep in his heart was gradually fading. However, the other party's previous rude and rude behavior really made him feel uneasy.

"I know you are not afraid of death." Lin Xiang suddenly turned his head and stared at the eyes that were not allowed to him at all: "Being killed because of some mistake, or being killed with a major mission, and having a great death, plays a completely different role for the leader and the party. If the committee really just wants to master these insignificant little evidence, there is no need to send you to the Third Army to serve. Anyone can make up these things, the same case can happen anywhere, but it cannot appear in the Western Military Region. Do you understand what I said? Do you understand your responsibilities? I really don't know what you are thinking, but you still retain these so-called evidence that cannot do any effect at all. Then say it again. This is the Western Military Region under the control of Qi Yue, not Xinjing."

"So what should we do?"

Silence for a moment," the major opened his mouth again. There was too much resentment in his words, with a calm tone.

"First of all, destroy all the information that has been collected so far, and no one can catch our handle."

Lin Xiang looked around and said in a deep voice: "The Political Supervision Commission is a system independent of the army. Once you notice the danger, the Western Military Region will immediately kill us as rebels. Therefore, "before the other party treats us as enemies," put away the arrogant and cold attitudes in you, and try to integrate with the personnel of the unit. Let them completely forget your identity as a political supervisor, and don't let them hang on irrelevant small issues. Let them identify with you, accept you, forget all the terrifying memories of this black uniform, and truly become a member of the Western Military Region."

"Of course, just a change in attitude is not enough," Lin Xiang continued, pausing for a moment, "We still need to do our best to help them solve some imminent problems. Well, to be recognized and completely eliminated, we must consider the problem from the other party's standpoint. Once the vigilance mentality is eliminated, the surveillance and control of you will gradually fade, and the more opportunities you will be exposed to core issues. At that time, "many things that we cannot see now" and cannot hear will appear in front of you naturally. And those are the secrets that Xinjing really wants to get and are useful to the leaders and the party."

The conference room fell silent again, everyone was thinking and savoring what Lin Xiang had just said. It was actually not a mysterious warning, but just a most ordinary and ordinary attitude to interact with people. However, this situation is rarely seen in the political and supervisory committee. They have an instinctive rejection of all the affairs around them and are used to looking at everyone with a suspicious attitude. If in the old era, this pathological psychology was enough to send them to a madhouse, but now it is the greatest reliance of the great leaders to rule the country.

"Take off your black uniforms, change your mindset, treat yourself as an ordinary person, rather than being above you, and ask others to look up at the feared political and supervisory committee members anytime and anywhere. Don't forget that we are people with free thinking, not machines controlled by fixed programs." Lin Xiang's calm eyes swept across everyone's face, his voice was plain and soft.

"Your Excellency, what do you mean by helping them as much as possible?"

A few minutes later, a lieutenant in black stood up from his chair, asked respectfully and suspiciously.

“We will help them solve the problems that have been bothering them for a long time.”

Lin Xiang looked at the lieutenant up and down and said lightly: "From the current situation," the most urgent thing in the Western Military Region is food."

The Second Infantry Regiment has a communications team organized into 37 people. According to the old military system, this personnel are obviously disproportionate to regiment-level combat units. However, in a radiation environment where most electronic equipment cannot be used, "communication teams must also be used in conjunction with regiment-owned transport convoys" to achieve their due results.
Chapter completed!