Li Jianjun spoke with perfect calm. His face bore no hint of heroic solemnity; there was only a plain, matter-of-fact composure, as if he were off to pay a casual visit rather than risk his life.
It is hard for modern people to understand these old generals who emerged from the war years. They truly never felt they were a cut above anyone else. In that moment, he was not thinking about his status as a bureau-level official or the weight of his rank. He was thinking, "I am a member of the Communist Party. When it comes to carrying the satchel charge, I am the first one up."
Director Qi was numb. His head had been full of tactical calculations, all of which were short-circuited by such pure, selfless devotion. Looking at the officers and soldiers who had been whispering in disdain just a moment before, he saw them now staring at Li Jianjun with pure reverence. Some were even beginning to feel ashamed of their earlier doubts.
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