"Yes, sir!"
Lin Tiejun jolted.
Of course he knew what his old regimental commander meant.
When they brought Yue Qinhu out of Jiangcheng, besides his wheelchair, he had fiercely guarded two old black leather suitcases.
Those were treasures the old regimental commander would let no one touch, even when his mind was clouded.
Lin Tiejun immediately ran back inside, brought out the two badly worn suitcases, and placed them on the stone table in the middle of the courtyard.
"Open them," Yue Qinhu ordered.
Click!
The latches sprang open.
Inside the first suitcase lay a neatly folded old-style military uniform.
Its cut was dated, and time had faded the fabric and made it brittle.
But what stood out most were the patches covering the uniform.
Red, blue, gray, yellow...
Scraps of every color had been sewn onto the uniform with crude stitches.
At first glance, it looked like a patchwork garment worn by a beggar.
"My God!"
Xu Wanqing, Xu Jingtao, and the other younger family members stared, stunned.
Given Yue Qinhu's rank and distinguished service, how could the country possibly let him wear something like this?
Even if it was meant to remind him of past hardships and present blessings, this was far too shabby.
"This..." Xu Sanjiang couldn't help speaking up. "Uncle, I'll have someone make you a new general's uniform later. This one..."
"Shut up!"
Before Yue Qinhu could speak, Lin Tiejun had already roared, his eyes red.
"What the hell do you know?!"
The elderly chief of staff of the Provincial Military Region pointed at the patch-covered uniform, his finger trembling.
"These aren't ordinary patches!"
"This red one came from First Battalion Commander Zhao Dalei's collar tab!"
"He was hit by an incendiary bomb on the line. His whole body became a ball of fire, but