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

Lhasa Gonggar Airport.

A Y-5 transport plane, like a drunken dragonfly, struggled to scrape its way onto the runway in the thin air.

As soon as the hatch was kicked open, a biting, icy wind rushed in, carrying with it a chilling force. At an altitude of 3,600 meters, the air was so thin it felt like watered-down liquor, making one's chest feel heavy.

He Yuzhu stepped out of the cabin.

He wasn't wearing an oxygen mask, and his collar wasn't even turned up.

If it were someone else, suddenly being dragged from the plains to this godforsaken place, they'd probably be suffering from a splitting headache and squatting on the ground vomiting bile by now.

But He Yuzhu is different.

[Ding! Harsh environment detected. Passive skill "High Altitude Adaptation (Grandmaster Level)" automatically activated!]

[Red blood cell oxygen-carrying capacity surges by 300%! Cardiopulmonary pumping function is enhanced! Cold resistance threshold is maximized!]

A warm current burst forth instantly, coursing through his limbs and bones. He Yuzhu took a deep breath, even finding the thin air sweeter than the coal-smoky winters of Beijing.

"Sir! Oxygen!"

The staff officers who came to greet him were startled to see He Yuzhu stride down the stairs without batting an eye, as if he were strolling in his own backyard. They quickly handed him an oxygen bag.

"Take it."

He Yuzhu waved his hand, his eyes scanning the entire area like an eagle's: "You need oxygen at this altitude? When we get to the 5,000-meter position, will I have to assign each of you a babysitter to feed you?"

Several staff officers blushed, their hands frozen in mid-air, unsure whether to accept the money or hand it over.

Not far away, several officers wearing tattered cotton overcoats and with faces flushed from the high altitude were stamping their feet and waiting there.

The leader, with the rank of senior colonel on his shoulder and looking anxious, was Zhang Dabiao, who was in charge of frontline command.

"Commander!"

Zhang Dabiao was about to salute when he saw the person's face clearly. He froze, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets: "Old...Old He?! No, General Manager He?!"

The officers behind him were also stunned.

The higher-ups said they would send "General Manager He" to oversee the operation, but everyone was still a little skeptical, wondering which bigwig from which organization he was.

But who would have thought that the one who came was "Tiger He," the one who terrified the US 1st Marine Division at Chosin Reservoir and captured Walker alive!

"Zhang Dabiao, it's been years. Your belly hasn't grown, but your voice has become as soft as a woman's."

He Yuzhu strode over and punched Zhang Dabiao on the broad shoulder with a dull thud.

"I'm not here to do scientific research." He Yuzhu scanned the entire room, his eyes filled with a ferocity that seemed to have crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, making these battle-hardened veterans gasp for breath. "I'm here to take you on a 'picnic' in New Delhi."

Zhang Dabiao's eyes instantly reddened, and he abruptly stood at attention, his voice booming loudly enough to shake the snow off the mountain: "Zhang Dabiao, Deputy Commander of the 155th Division, requests to return to his unit! Please give instructions, Commander He!"

Upon hearing the name "Tiger He," the soldiers around him instantly had their tired and clouded eyes ignited.

That was absolute superstition towards the god of war.

"Tell the brothers to sharpen their bayonets. In a few days, I will take you to bathe in the Ganges."

"Where's the command post? Lead the way!"

……

The jeep sped along the bumpy dirt road, its frame nearly falling apart. Three hours later, it arrived at the forward command post in the direction of Cuona.

Before I even entered the tent, I could hear a huge commotion inside.

"This battle is unwinnable! The supply lines are too long; they can't even get the artillery shells up there!"

"The enemy is the elite 7th Brigade, full of WWII veterans, equipped with NATO gear. We're still using Type 56 semi-automatic rifles; we're at a firepower disadvantage!"

"I think we should stick to defense for now and wait until next spring..."

"Bang!"

The tent flap was suddenly flung open, and a murderous aura mixed with ice shards rushed in.

The argument stopped abruptly, like a chicken being choked.

Everyone turned to look at Zhang Dabiao at the door, and the tall, stern-faced young lieutenant general in front of him.

He Yuzhu took off his dusty military cap and tossed it onto the table, his eyes fixed on the division commander who had just shouted "defense."

"Defense?"

He Yuzhu walked to the sand table and tapped his finger heavily on the location of the Kejie Lang River Valley, so hard that he almost poked a hole in the sand table.

"They're practically shitting on our necks, and you're telling me to defend?"

"Which unit are you from?" He Yuzhu's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling pressure.

The division commander was a veteran revolutionary, but now, being stared at by He Yuzhu, he felt a chill run down his spine, cold sweat trickling down his back. He instinctively stood at attention: "Report! I'm from the 419th Tibetan Military Unit..."

"I think you're from a cowardly unit!"

He Yuzhu interrupted him without hesitation, "Back in Korea, when we faced American planes and cannons, we drank snow water mixed with fried noodles and never uttered the word 'defense'."

"Now that you're facing a few Indians who drink Ganges water, you've learned to talk about difficulties?"

The entire room was deathly silent; you could hear a pin drop.

Just then, a joyful shout suddenly came from the corner, trembling in the voice.

"Pillar...Pillar-kun?! Is it really you?!"

He Yuzhu turned his head to look.

A burly battalion-level man with a full beard and skin tanned a deep red by the high-altitude ultraviolet rays stared at him with wide, incredulous eyes.

The big man's sleeve was empty, swaying in the wind.

"Zhang Xiaowu?"

He Yuzhu was stunned for a moment, and the lines on his originally cold and hard face softened instantly.

This was a fellow recruit who entered the army with him back then, a brother who shared the same pot of food. Although He Yuzhu later went to North Korea and he lost all contact with him, he never expected to run into him here!

"Old squad leader!"

Zhang Xiaowu rushed forward and instinctively tried to salute, but found that his right hand was missing. He quickly switched to his left hand and gave a clumsy military salute, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably.

"I knew it! I knew the 'Tiger He' sent from above was you! No one but you can keep these bastards in check!"

"What happened to your hand?" He Yuzhu looked at the empty sleeve, his brows furrowing into a deep frown.

"I was on patrol the other day and ran into an Indian Gurkha mercenary, the one who wields a scimitar, a tough nut to crack." Zhang Xiaowu grinned, casually wiping his face. "But he fared worse; I twisted his head off and used it as a football."

"Well done."

He Yuzhu patted him heavily on the shoulder, "You didn't embarrass us men."

Then he turned around and looked around at the generals in the command post again.

After Zhang Xiaowu called out "He Laohu," everyone realized what was going on.

The man before us is the legendary god of war! The one who instilled fear in Americans and even made his name into textbooks!

The previously low morale exploded like a gasoline drum that had been ignited.

It's in the bag! This one's in the bag!

"Listen up, everyone."

He Yuzhu braced his hands on the edge of the sand table, his eyes becoming extremely crazed, like a hungry wolf staring at its prey.

"I don't care what kind of elite brigade they are or how much NATO equipment they have. In my eyes, they are just a bunch of walking medals, a gift pack delivered to my door."

"Pass on my orders!"

"Cease all retreat! All troops, enter Level 1 combat readiness!"

"In this battle, I don't need to probe or engage in any defensive counter-attacks."

He Yuzhu grabbed a handful of red flags and planted them hard on the sand table at the location of the enemy's main camp, the force penetrating the paper.

"What I'm going to do is—a blitzkrieg!"

"Three days! I'm going to plant our flag on top of their command tent!"

[Ding! Host's domineering aura has been detected. Check-in successful!]

[Rewards: Micro-management Master Aura (command radius covers the entire battlefield), Real-time enemy deployment radar map (limited to 48 hours), 10000 boxes of Special Mountain Combat Rations!]

He Yuzhu looked at the densely packed red dot distribution map that appeared in his mind, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

What is this? This is a full-image perspective cheat!

Is Lieutenant General Kaul the right one?

I heard you're pretty arrogant?

Wash your neck clean, here I come.