At the Hua'an Agricultural Reclamation Group, mid-afternoon, Song Jiayao came to the regimental headquarters. "Reporting."
From inside came a voice, "Come in."
Qiao Shaoguo was busy dealing with documents from the higher-ups. Hearing someone enter, he didn't even look up. "What's the matter?"
Song Jiayao, her face etched with exhaustion and tension, said, "Reporting to the Regimental Commander! I... I have something to report to you."
Qiao Shaoguo looked up. He recognized this young woman; he had seen her before, and she seemed to be rather close with his nephew's group of friends. "Report what?"
Song Jiayao gritted her teeth. "Regimental Commander, Qiao Wenyu and Zheng Xuewen took Wei Zijia into the mountains, and they haven't come back yet."
When Qiao Shaoguo heard this, he shot to his feet. "What did you say?"
Song Jiayao was thoroughly frightened, stuttering, "They... they went into the mountains."
