On a summer day in the honor room of Ruijin Squadron of the Ganzhou branch of the armed police Jiangxi General Force, lieutenant commander Liu Zhenxing's eyes rested on a plaque issued by the Central Military Commission as an "advanced grassroots party organization of the entire military." The fingertips touched softly, the metal was cool, but the warmth ran through my heart.

The heavy plaque is engraved with the splendid footprint of the squadron for 26 consecutive years of advancement, comprising a heavy accumulation of 1 collective first achievement and 4 collective second achievements.

Standing here, Liu Zhenxing's heart fluctuated, and the experience of "collision with a wall" when he first started serving in the squadron three years ago clearly appeared before him -

At that time, he had been practicing in the force's office for three years, and was well versed in drafting training plans, evaluation programmes, and organizing competitive tournaments. When he received the order to serve in the Rikin Squadron, he was enthusiastic.

Before taking up his post, he did his homework, carefully studied the squadron's training transcripts for nearly two years, and wrote a dozen pages of analytical notes: "There is room for improvement in physical fitness," "Tactical coordination needs to be more sophisticated," "Emergency dispatch processes need to be optimized."

"The high standards of the institutions must be brought down!" Liu Zhenxing moved all the agency's experience to the squadron: training plans were precise to minutes, evaluation standards were capped, and internal inspections were meticulous. Every day, he walks through the camp with a folder in hand, and when he finds a problem, he immediately records it and reports it on the spot.

A month later, however, the results of democratic assessments were like cold water - his approval rating was just half that.

The air in the venue was heavy. After the meeting, class leader Zhang Jun volunteered to find Liu Zhenxing.

"Captain, in order for everyone to follow you must lead the race first." Zhang Jun's words were plain but heavy,“The soldiers in the squadron grew up listening to the Red Army stories. The truth we believed in our hearts was that iron must be hard on its own!”

Zhang Jun's words, like a wake-up call, woke Liu Zhenxing up.

Liu Zhenxing recalled his first week in office, when the squadron organized a physical fitness test, and as soon as the password was given, the team sped out like an arrow.

Liu Zhenxing raced through the finish line with great energy, 13 minutes and 20 seconds! However, when he looked up, the soldiers had already lined up...

After quiet reflection, Liu Zhenxing and the cadres of the squadron repeatedly studied and established a "four first four after" rule: first to attend the meeting, first to sample the training, first to help in difficulties, first to raise the red flag. Work goes back, the lights go out and the sleep goes back. Behind the line, honor goes backward.

At first, the soldiers' eyes were still looking and watching. One day, two days, a week passed... Liu Zhenxing kept his word. On the training field, he crawled and beat with the soldiers; In his spare time, he took his little pony and talked to his comrades. After the lights were turned off, the lights in his dormitory were often on until the end...

The silent insistence quietly erased the estrangement. The soldiers looked at the captain in a way that changed from alienation to kindness, and from scrutiny to trust.

Years passed and Liu Zhenxing took root deeply in the red soil. He also really realized that only when the heart and the soldier are tightly connected can the strength be used in one direction.

A silent transformation produces tangible results. In 2024, the squadron once again won the title in the evaluation of the advanced unit for military training of the General Corps. In 2025, the squadron was rated as an "advanced unit on duty" by the General Corps.

Not long ago, during a 5 kilometer armed cross-country examination, Liu Zhenxing's figure was always at the forefront of the team. As he was the first to cross the finish line, sweat blurred his vision and loud cheers surrounded him. The soldiers burst forward laughing and held him high, saying, "Captain, good job!"

In the honor room, the plaques are silent and glowing. Liu Zhenxing's eyes once again fixed on the large words "the advanced grassroots party organization of the entire military," and his mind was clear.

This honor belongs to every person who has quietly stood and worked hard in this red land, and it is derived from the sincerity of compassion and suffering that is linked by blood. It shows that deep roots lead to growth and prosperity. Only if it is deeply rooted in the fertile ground at the grassroots level and rooted in soldiers' hearts can it build a powerful force that is unbreakable. (Looking ahead to a new era)