Siheyuan: I, Shazhu, started out as an army and became a general.

three days later.

The battle situation at Shangganling took a dramatic turn.

Previously, the US military was chasing after the Chinese People's Volunteer Army and bombing them. Now, the US military has left behind more than a thousand corpses and doesn't even dare to approach Hill 597.9.

That mountain peak, like a poisoned steel nail, was firmly driven into the throat of the "United Nations forces," leaving them unable to swallow or spit it out.

Headquarters of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army.

The old marshal put down the frontline battle report, looked at the Soviet military advisor Prokov, whose face was as white as paper, and smiled like a child who had eaten candy.

"Comrade Advisor, go and take a look."

"Go and see for yourself what that tiger, whom you declared to be on a suicide mission, looks like now."

Prokov's lips moved, but he couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal.

As a proud professional soldier, he was filled with an irrepressible curiosity, and even... a touch of awe, for this victory that completely defied common military sense.

When Prokov arrived at He Yuzhu's barracks, he took a deep sniff.

A rich aroma of canned meat and white rice wafted through the air.

He was stunned.

The moment Prokov stepped into the tent, he was completely stunned by the sight before him.

There was no standing water, no mud, and no heart-wrenching cries of the wounded.

The tent was spacious, dry, and bright, with even a simple electric light powered by a captured generator hanging overhead!

The tents were covered with propaganda posters drawn by the soldiers themselves, and a group of spirited soldiers were cleaning their weapons, reading books, and even writing letters home.

Are these damn remnants from the rotation?!

This is clearly a paradise on earth!

He Yuzhu just walked out of the tent. He was spotless, and his military uniform was so crisp that it looked like it had just been taken out of the warehouse.

"Comrade Prokov, welcome." He Yuzhu gave a standard military salute, his tone calm and without a trace of boastfulness.

Prokov instinctively returned the greeting, but his eyes were fixed on He Yuzhu's young but resolute face.

a long time.

This usually arrogant Soviet man slowly took off his military cap.

He bowed deeply to He Yuzhu at a ninety-degree angle.

"Comrade He, I apologize for my previous ignorance and arrogance."

"You're not crazy."

"You are a genius, a true war genius!"

"That defensive system was an unimaginable miracle, even during the great Battle of Stalingrad!"

He Yuzhu accepted the greeting without hesitation.

This is not only for himself, but also for all the Chinese soldiers who are fighting and shedding blood here!

"Comrade Advisor, wars are never fought by dogma, but by this," He Yuzhu pointed to his head, "and sometimes by this too."

He turned around and casually placed a page of the draft from the "Special Alloy Smelting Notes" on the table.

There was only one chemical equation on it, concerning the improvement of the performance of gun barrel steel.

Prokov was also somewhat of an expert. His gaze swept over the area casually, and the next second, his pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints, and he even stopped breathing!

"This...this is?!"

Like a hungry wolf spotting its prey, he pounced and grabbed the draft paper, his hands trembling violently with excitement.

Today, the Republic is severely lacking in the smelting technology of special steel, resulting in extremely short service life of domestically produced artillery and frequent barrel explosion accidents, which is a pain in everyone's heart!

And the simple formula on this piece of paper is like a key, directly unlocking the most crucial door!

"Oh, this?" He Yuzhu said casually. "I have a lot on my mind, so I'm just jotting it down so I don't forget. A few days ago, I dismantled a few captured American howitzers and studied their steel composition. I have some ideas."

"A genius... no, a polymath!" Prokov murmured, his gaze toward He Yuzhu completely changing.

If before we were looking at a peerless general, now we are looking at a rare treasure that can change the fate of the nation!

Are you sending this kind of brain to the front lines to fight with bayonets?

crime!

This is a crime against the revolutionary cause!

"I must report to Moscow immediately! No, I must report to your Commander Peng immediately!" Prokov exclaimed, his face flushed with excitement. "Comrade He, your brain belongs to the National Academy of Sciences, not to these damned trenches!"

He Yuzhu's lips curled up almost imperceptibly.

Just then, a communications soldier scrambled in, his voice trembling.

"Report! Domestic... Domestic Top Secret Telegram!"

"read."

"Order: Comrade He Yuzhu, immediately hand over all duties and return to China at all times! A top-secret mission has been assigned!"

Signed: Commission of Science, Technology and Industry for National Defense, Nie!

When He Yuzhu heard the name "Nie", his heart skipped a beat!

He was the legendary marshal who single-handedly initiated the Republic's "Two Bombs, One Satellite" project!

It seems that my real journey has only just begun.

He turned around and looked at Zhang Dabiao and his comrades who had rushed over after hearing the news.

Zhang Dabiao's eyes instantly reddened: "Old He, you...you're leaving?"

"This battle isn't over yet..."

He Yuzhu stepped forward, patted him heavily on the shoulder, and reached out to straighten his slightly crooked collar.

"Da Biao, I've already laid the foundation for the battle here."

"Hold it safe."

"I'm going to another place to fight a more important and tougher battle."

He Yuzhu's gaze pierced through the tunnel, looking into the distance. His voice was not loud, but every word carried immense weight.

"A battle... that will allow our descendants to stand tall and tell the world, 'We Chinese are no less capable than anyone else!'"

After saying that, He Yuzhu picked up his simple luggage and walked out of the barracks without looking back, amidst the solemn gazes of everyone.

The setting sun, like blood, bathed the scorched earth.

He Yuzhu got into the departing jeep and took one last look at this land soaked in blood and glory.

Goodbye, Shangganling.

Hello, Lone Smoke in the Desert.

Hello, mushroom cloud.