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Upon hearing this, Zhou Zheng'an immediately put away the photo and quickly placed it in his inner pocket. Instantly, he became composed, replaced by a calm demeanor. He slowly raised his head and said, "Come in."

Wei Zhengyan pushed open the door and walked in, his gaze immediately falling on Zhou Zhengan.

The man before me, Zhou Zheng'an, was dressed in a clean military uniform. There were a few shallow scratches on his face, marks left from the battlefield. His eyes were firm and calm, without the slightest pride or arrogance.

He looked no different from any other ordinary volunteer soldier, yet this ordinary man made immortal and outstanding contributions.

"Hello, Staff Officer Zhou. I am Wei Zhengyan, a reporter from the People's Liberation Army Daily. It is a pleasure to meet you and an honor to have the opportunity to interview you."

Wei Zhengyan strode forward, extended his hand, his face full of admiration, and spoke sincerely.

Zhou Zheng'an slowly stood up, extended his hand, and gently shook hands with Wei Zhengyan. His hand was gentle yet firm. He then said, "Hello, Reporter Wei, please have a seat."

Zhou Zheng'an's tone was calm and gentle, without the slightest hint of arrogance.

But actually, Zhou Zheng'an was quite happy, after all, this meant he had met another legendary figure.

In another timeline, he grew up reading "Who Are the Most Lovable People?"

This article has been included in high school textbooks. I was deeply moved when I first read it, and I never imagined I would be able to meet its author.

He pointed to the wooden chair next to him, gesturing for Wei Zhengyan to sit down. Then, he slowly sat down himself, picked up the enamel mug on the table, poured a glass of water for Wei Zhengyan, and handed it to him.

Wei Zhengyan took the enamel mug, said "thank you," and gently placed it on the table.

Then, he took out his notebook and pen, opened the notebook, looked up at Zhou Zheng'an, and said sincerely, "Staff Officer Zhou, in the Battle of Shangganling, you blew up the US's artillery base, and then you went deep into the enemy camp alone to rescue more than 700 captured Chinese People's Volunteer Army comrades, making outstanding contributions and becoming a hero in everyone's hearts."

"I'd like to ask you to tell me what you were thinking at the time? What were the most unforgettable things you experienced on the battlefield?"

Zhou Zheng'an was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke, his tone calm, as if he were recounting someone else's story rather than his own life-or-death ordeal: "I don't have any particular thoughts. I'm just a volunteer soldier. Protecting the motherland, protecting the people, and rescuing my comrades are all my inescapable responsibilities..."

After briefly recounting his experiences, Zhou Zheng paused and continued, "I believe that those comrades who sacrificed their lives on the battlefield are the true heroes. They gave their young lives for the motherland and the people, and they deserve to be remembered and respected."

He recounted some of his experiences at the Shangganling position, including how one of the volunteer soldiers held his ground even after he was the only one left. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the soldier leading his team over, and then immediately sacrificed his life.

For this soldier, not seeing his comrades again will likely keep him going.

As Wei Zhengyan listened to Zhou Zheng'an's story, he quickly took notes, his pen flying across the notebook.

Hearing Zhou Zheng'an say that those who survive are not heroes, but those who sacrifice their leaders and comrades, his expression gradually became emotional, and a tear welled up in his eyes.

He had interviewed countless volunteer soldiers and heard countless touching stories, but never before had he felt so shocked and moved as he did at this moment.

The hero before us has made immortal contributions, yet he remains so humble and unassuming, attributing all the honors to his fallen comrades.

For some reason, Wei Zhengyan felt that Zhou Zhengan's words were very true and agreed with them.

The interview lasted for more than an hour. Zhou Zheng'an recounted many of his experiences on the battlefield, but he mostly mentioned his comrades. In addition, Wei Zhengyan also knew that he was a superhero of the Battle of Chosin Reservoir, and asked him about the reinforcement of the small hill and the three bombings of the Water Gate Bridge.

Zhou Zheng'an also mentioned that the bombing of the Watergate Bridge and the US artillery base were achieved by capturing enemy tanks, which shows that powerful war tools are still very important.

Wei Zhengyan agreed with this statement, but he also knew that destroying a tank was already incredibly difficult, let alone capturing one. It could only be said that Zhou Zheng'an's individual combat capabilities were too strong; this man had even shot down American fighter jets, bombers, and transport planes.

That's absolutely incredible.

After the interview, Wei Zhengyan put away his notebook and pen, wiped away the tears on his face, and said sincerely, "Staff Officer Zhou, thank you so much for accepting my interview. Your deeds are so moving; you are truly a hero. I will definitely write your story into a report so that people all over the country know about your bravery and fearlessness, and so that people all over the country can admire and learn from you."

Unexpectedly, Zhou Zheng'an gently shook his head, his tone firm and his eyes calm: "Reporter Wei, I'm sorry, there's something I'd like to ask you for help with. I can accept your interview and tell you about my experiences on the battlefield, but I don't want the public to know my name, nor do I want my name to appear in the reports."

Upon hearing this, Wei Zhengyan was stunned, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face.

He quickly asked, "Staff Officer Zhou, why are you unwilling? You have made such a great contribution, worthy of everyone's respect and worthy of everyone's remembrance. Why are you unwilling to let the public know your name, and unwilling to appear on camera?"

Zhou Zheng'an looked at Wei Zhengyan with a firm and sincere gaze, his tone calm: "Because I am still alive. Those comrades who sacrificed their lives will never come back. They had no chance to see the arrival of peace, no chance to return to their families. They are the real heroes, they are the ones who deserve to be remembered by the public and respected by everyone."

"I just did what I was supposed to do. Compared to my comrades who sacrificed their lives, everything I did was insignificant. I don't deserve such public acclaim or so many honors."

"I only hope that everyone can remember those comrades who sacrificed their lives, remember their sacrifices and efforts for the motherland and the people, remember their heroic deeds, and give all our respect and admiration to those comrades who sacrificed their lives. As for me, as long as I can continue to protect the motherland and the people, continue to fight alongside my comrades, and end this war as soon as possible, that is enough."

Wei Zhengyan was completely dumbfounded and burst into tears.

I was moved.

Writers are, after all, people of strong emotions and are easily moved.

Of course, Wei Zhengyan was unaware that Zhou Zhengan had a reason for doing this. This reason, however, could not be revealed to anyone.

That means he has a system and doesn't want so much attention, since he might actually be able to go back to his original world.

The system previously warned that there was a chance of returning to the original world.