We made you practice martial arts, and you've mastered the Great Golden Body?

Zhang Weishan stared intently at the somewhat youthful yet sharply defined face, pondered for a long time, then placed his hand on the other's warm body and asked in confusion:

"But he's clearly still alive, so why hasn't he woken up yet?"

Logically speaking, even the deepest sleeper should have woken up in the midst of such intense gunfire on the battlefield, given the actions of Xiong Xiazi and the others.

But the person on the ground seemed to feel nothing. However, upon closer inspection, some barely perceptible wrinkles appeared on the delicate face beneath the thick black short hair, as if they were having a nightmare.

Yes, it's a delicate face.

Because although the other person's face was not as white as jade, it was unusually firm, and surprisingly, the dust on it fell off with just a light wipe of the hand.

Even damp soil cannot contaminate it in the slightest.

They are like the extraordinary immortals in Chinese history and legends.

When Zhang Weishan was a child, he heard his elders tell legends about ghosts and gods, and they often used these ancient tales to educate him.

However, as he grew older and was guided by new ideas, he gradually realized that those legendary demons and monsters were just a means to fool the lower classes.

but now?

Do not!
When Zhang Weishan thought of this, he quickly shook his head slightly, dispelling the absurd idea in his mind. He was a materialist warrior who had experienced blood and fire.

How can you think about these things?
Even so, he was still very curious about what kind of nightmare could have caused such a person to fall into such a nightmare.

"I know that." After thinking for a moment, the scholar recalled a memory from the past, and proudly said, resting his chin on his hand:
"When I was studying in the US, I heard a very vivid term for this kind of case: vegetative state."

The scholar knew that it was pointless to beat around the bush with these people who lacked knowledge; only the most straightforward language could be understood by the bears.

"Vegetative state?" Skinny Monkey scratched his messy, unkempt hair and chuckled. "That's quite a description. It's alive, but it can't move. Old Malice really knows how to come up with a vivid name."

"But, Battalion Commander, what should we do with this guy?" The taciturn man looked at Zhang Weishan.

Actually, his first thought was to ignore this person and let them go back to where they came from.

Because he was a hunter, the silent man's perception was far superior to the others, especially when it came to ferocious beasts like tigers and bears.

The moment the person on the ground appeared, the hairs on the silent man's body stood on end uncontrollably.

"But, Battalion Commander, what should we do with this guy?" The taciturn man frowned, his eyes revealing a hint of doubt. He slowly turned to look at Zhang Weishan, waiting for his instructions.

Actually, the first thought of the silent man was to simply ignore this person and let him go back to where he came from, so as not to cause any unnecessary trouble.

After all, on this perilous battlefield, every stranger brings an additional unknown risk.

Furthermore, based on the appearance the other party is currently displaying, there is only a small probability that they are Chinese, and not just any ordinary Chinese.

Ordinary Chinese people in such times would not dress like this or be in such high spirits. Even scholars with such connections would be as thin as monkeys.

Moreover, the clothes the other person was wearing were definitely not made of ordinary material.

Moreover, since the Silent One is a hunter by trade, his perception is far superior to that of the other members of the team.

The moment the person on the ground suddenly appeared, the hairs on the mute man's body stood on end uncontrollably, and an inexplicable sense of crisis quickly spread through his heart.

It was like how he felt when he was eleven or twelve years old, facing the mountain king directly, or even more so.

This is while the other party is asleep. No one knows how strong the oppressive feeling will be when the other party truly wakes up.

The stranger in front of me is definitely not a kind person.

"Battalion Commander, I think we should listen to the silent one. After all, this person's appearance is too strange..." The scholar glanced at the silent one, who looked nervous, and then looked at Zhang Weishan again, sincerely advising him.

After so many years of trials and tribulations, the scholar is no longer just a simple scholar; he has successfully put the knowledge he learned from books into practice.

Although from an academic perspective, this human who fell from the sky has high research value.

But this is a battlefield, and a vast, uncharted plain at that. The enemy they are about to face is the most powerful nation on Earth, the only one with nuclear weapons, and the only one that has completed mechanization.

And what about them?

Most of the weapons they used were rifles, and the various equipment had not yet been fully standardized. There were no steel behemoths or any air support.

Even logistical supplies sometimes couldn't keep up.

Compared to the opposing US forces, whose equipment was described as "always bombarded with artillery, then tanks charged, then artillery bombarded again," the generational difference in equipment was like heaven and earth.

Chun Chun is just a bunch of peasants.

The current battle is taking place on a vast plain, where no effective mountains can stop the advance of those steel behemoths.

If it weren't for the guidance of great ideas, the soldiers of the British Empire on this blue planet would probably have raised their hands long ago if they had been faced with this situation.

Now, having to bring along a stranger, an unrelated human, is like adding insult to injury, greatly slowing down their relocation.

"What are your opinions?" After thinking for a moment, Zhang Weishan did not rush to agree to the erudite scholar, but instead looked at the bear and the skinny monkey, seeking the opinions of the other two.

"I have no objection, I'll do whatever you say, Battalion Commander."

“I think it’s better to listen to the scholar, but if you insist on bringing this person along, Battalion Commander, I don’t mind.” Skinny Monkey and Bear expressed their opinions one after the other.

The former remains the same, while the latter, although somewhat opposed in his heart, actually follows Zhang Weishan's opinion.

"I think it's best to bring this person along." Zhang Weishan pondered for a moment, then made his decision without hesitation. He looked at Xiong Xiazi and asked, "Xiong Xiazi, is there anything wrong with carrying him on your back?"

"No problem!" The bear chuckled, patting his chest confidently, as if to say, "Leave this to me."

After all, he could carry a heavy machine gun weighing forty or fifty kilograms, plus an ammunition box, and run away.

He's just one person now, and he looks rather thin, so compared to the weight he's carrying, it doesn't pose any real problem.

"Battalion Commander!" The scholar looked at Zhang Weishan in confusion.

He couldn't understand why Zhang Weishan, who was usually very rational, had made such a foolish mistake at this time. If this matter was serious, it could very well have caused them to miss a crucial opportunity.

"Don't worry, I'm very rational now." Zhang Weishan patted the scholar's shoulder earnestly, his eyes fixed on him, and said in a deep voice:
"You've read a lot of books, so you should understand the importance of the person lying on the ground better than I do. If we can uncover the secrets of this person, it could be an opportunity for China to overtake others."

“That makes sense, but…” the scholar wanted to say something more. “There aren’t so many buts. If anything goes wrong, I’ll take full responsibility,” Zhang Weishan said decisively. Seeing this, the scholar couldn’t object any further.

What is most important for a general?
A long-term strategic vision!
As the saying goes, "He who does not plan for the future will have trouble in the present."

Although Zhang Weishan was extremely confident about the outcome of this battle, he also knew that the nuclear threat from the United States was like a persistent shadow hanging over the heads of 400 million Chinese people.

Now, even the clothes this person is wearing are so durable; if we examine them closely, we might discover something unique about them.

Even if no secrets are discovered, it would be enough to simply determine the material of the other person's clothes.

After all, in this era, the main theme is not to miss any opportunity to overtake others.

"Alright, I can accept this." The scholar, also losing his temper, looked solemnly at Zhang Weishan, lowered his voice, and said seriously:
“But if problems arise, you can’t bear all the blame alone, otherwise you won’t treat me like a brother.”

"Hahaha..." Upon hearing the other party's reply, Zhang Weishan's expression instantly brightened, and he replied with a smile, "No problem, I thought it was something serious, this is nothing at all."

"Hmm." The scholar nodded.

He knew that Zhang Weishan didn't take this matter to heart at all and was still prepared to take responsibility alone.

This confidence stems from the veterans who experienced the Long March.

However, the scholar had not been without careful study of history books. He understood that conquering a country was easy, but maintaining it was difficult, and governing the country perfectly and treating meritorious officials was even more difficult.

In ancient times, there was a saying that goes “give up military power over a cup of wine”.

But for those who have been relieved of their military command, is it really that easy to relinquish their troops?
It's not that I'm greedy for the power I have.

It's the thrill of war that Zhang Weishan has experienced, coupled with his long-term strategic vision. Why is he still just a small battalion commander?

It's not that those above don't want to promote him, but rather that they are powerless to do so.

Zhang Weishan didn't want to be promoted. In order to stay on the front line of battle, he made several mistakes that didn't violate his principles. Over the years, he was only a battalion commander in the regiment.

However, once the battalion commander of the third battalion spoke, no one in the entire regiment disobeyed, and even the regimental commander was as obedient as a grandson.

However, from a scholar's perspective, in any case, Zhang Weishan cannot be allowed to continue acting so recklessly. The war will eventually end, and the country's strategic focus will shift at that time.

Therefore, whether from the perspective of a comrade-in-arms or from the perspective of a mentor-apprentice relationship, he had no choice but to help Zhang Weishan adapt to the new era.

Even if it's not possible, we must at least ensure that the other person can live out their remaining years in peace and comfort.

But the prerequisite is that the other person's habit can be changed.

"Huh?" Zhang Weishan turned his head and saw the unfamiliar man lying on the ground, with Xiong Xiazi standing next to him looking like he'd seen a ghost. He instinctively said:

“If someone gets injured, we can replace them. We need to move to a new position quickly, as the fortifications in this area have been almost completely destroyed.”

"It's nothing, it's nothing." Upon hearing this, the burly bear quickly shook his head, dispelling the chaotic thoughts in his mind.

He then bent down, took a deep breath, and stomped his thigh down hard, slamming it into the ground like a tree root. Then, on his arms, which were as thick as a normal person's thigh, prominent blue veins appeared.

He looked like he was putting in all his effort.

This scene left Zhang Weishan, the scholar, and the other three onlookers dumbfounded. They looked at each other in bewilderment, wondering what kind of trick the bear was up to.

You should know that a bear in this state, while not necessarily strong enough to lift a cauldron, could certainly lift three-quarters of a cauldron.

He's just a tall-looking boy who looks about seventeen or eighteen years old.
Is it really necessary to use so much force?

While they were talking, what exactly happened? Zhang Weishan and the scholar's gazes as they looked at the boy on the ground suddenly sharpened.

The two of them knew Xiong Xiazi's character well; he wasn't the kind of lazy, cunning person who would cheat or shirk responsibility.

Just as Zhang Weishan, the scholar, and the other two were watching all this with serious expressions, the bear had gradually gathered its strength.

A few seconds later~
"Hey!!!" The bear roared, channeling its power, and its arms, like two thick pythons, stretched out and tightly wrapped around the boy on the ground.

Then, the power within his body traveled along his long, dragon-like spine to his arms.

then.

"boom!"

Like a giant cannonball crashing down, to the astonishment of Zhang Weishan and the others, the bear's massive body, along with the boy who had been on the ground, suddenly slammed into the pit wall.

"Hahahaha, you bear, you...you..."

This scene stunned Zhang Weishan and the scholar. The latter even suddenly put his hand to his forehead and burst into laughter, so much so that he was out of breath and unable to speak.

Then, influenced by the two men and the atmosphere, Skinny Monkey and Silent Gourd also burst into laughter.

At this moment, in this joyful atmosphere, the shadow of war that had been hanging over everyone's heads dissipated considerably.

but.

"What's going on?" The bear in the ashes, although its back slammed hard against the pit wall, was not greatly affected thanks to its strong physique.

But right now, his mind is filled with doubts.

In Zhang Weishan's view, he was just trying to have some fun and make everyone laugh.

However, from his perspective, it was not like that at all; it was simply because the other person was frighteningly heavy.

When the bear first tried to lift the boy in its arms, the boy remained motionless, as if he were a boulder embedded in the ground.

However, why is it so light this time? Could it be a variant of the sleep paralysis?

Thinking of this, the bear suddenly shivered and wanted to throw the boy in his arms away.

"Bear, are you done yet? It's time to evacuate."

"Alright." The bear shook its head, dispelling the absurd thoughts in its mind, then hoisted the boy from its arms onto its shoulder and caught up with the main group. (End of Chapter)