At this time, Zhang Xiaoyu was chatting with Long Xiaoyun at the seaside.
"Come, Political Commissar Zhang, have a glass of orange juice."
"It's cold and delicious!"
As she spoke, Long Xiaoyun brought a glass of orange juice to Zhang Xiaoyu.
Zhang Xiaoyu wasn't in the mood to drink orange juice, but he could only accept it because of his pride.
He joked with a bitter face.
"That's right! It's so cold that my heart is completely cold."
"You can't drink it cold. Put it down first."
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at the folder in his hand and asked in confusion.
"Captain Long, where did you get this advance order?"
Long Xiaoyun replied.
" It was your 909th Brigade. It was sent out at three o'clock this morning."
"What's wrong? Is it inappropriate?"
Zhang Xiaoyu was a little puzzled and frowned.
"The guiding ideology of this order is wrong!"
Long Xiaoyun felt helpless.
