When they arrived at the courtyard house and the celestial bridal chamber, they discovered it was a

The fairy gently touched her skin, her eyes filled with confusion and unease.

It's mainly those with experience who can sense it.

Far away.

All day, Tianxian couldn't calm down. She sat on the bed, staring blankly ahead, the terrifying scene from earlier constantly replaying in her mind.

She felt she couldn't just sit idly by and wait for her fate; she had to find a way to solve this problem. So, she immediately began secretly searching for someone, inquiring everywhere about people who could resolve this strange situation.

Finally, she found a highly skilled monk. The monk was dressed in simple robes, had a kind face, and his eyes revealed a profound wisdom.

Sitting next to him brings a sense of peace.

With a mix of trepidation and excitement, the celestial maiden met the high monk and briefly recounted what had happened the previous night. The high monk listened quietly, his eyes slightly closed, as if sensing something.

After a while, the high monk slowly opened his eyes, took out a consecrated jade from his robes, handed it to the celestial being, and said, "Benefactor Liu, this jade has the effect of warding off evil and calming the mind. Please wear it. I will perform a ritual for you, hoping to resolve your fear and this inexplicable trouble."

The celestial being took the jade and held it tightly in her hand, as if grasping at the last straw.

She looked at the high monk gratefully and nodded.

Then, the high monk began to perform rituals, chanting incantations and waving the ritual implements in his hands in the air, emitting a mysterious aura.

The celestial being knelt to one side, praying devoutly, hoping to escape this terrible nightmare.

After the ritual ended, Tianxian's emotions calmed down a bit. But the experience of last night was like a deep scar, etched in her heart, and could not be easily erased.

She knew she needed time to adjust and recover.

For the next period of time, Liu Yifei prepared to temporarily leave the entertainment industry. She submitted an application to suspend her work.

The company was somewhat surprised, but at a level like Liu Yifei's, she could indeed take a break at any time.

Of course, the company was unaware of the reason for Liu Yifei's temporary withdrawal from the entertainment industry. Almost no one knew, except for Liu Yifei herself.

……

After Zhou Zheng'an woke up, he ate some dry rations and even some canned beef that he had seized from the American soldiers, and his body recovered quickly.

But Hong Languo was still worried and sent Zhou Zheng'an to the field hospital for a check-up.

After spending two days in the field hospital, Zhou Zheng'an recovered quickly.

The doctor said he was in good physical condition and recovered faster than others.

During this time, he learned about the development of the war: the Battle of Chosin Reservoir had ended in victory because he had blew up the Watergate Bridge again, effectively delaying the departure of the American troops, and the Chinese People's Volunteer Army had successfully surrounded the main force of the American 1st Marine Division. This also made the Chinese People's Volunteer Army's victory relatively significant.

Simply put, the results were much greater than in another timeline.

The US has been badly beaten this time.

Of course, the American soldiers were not lambs to the slaughter. They began a desperate breakout attempt, trying to retreat south. The Chinese People's Volunteer Army, however, launched a series of attacks to annihilate them in the Chosin Reservoir area.

As a result, both sides suffered more casualties.

War is cruel; people die, and large numbers of people die.

On this day, Zhou Zheng'an was preparing to leave when General Song Zhengyang came to the field hospital to comfort all the wounded volunteer soldiers.

Song Zhengyang was dressed in a crisp military uniform, but his face looked extremely haggard, clearly indicating that he hadn't slept in a long time.

His face wore a serious yet concerned expression, and he was followed by several guards whose footsteps were neat and powerful.

Song Zhengyang entered the ward, glanced at the wounded volunteer soldiers, and then walked up to Zhou Zheng'an. He extended his right hand and shook hands with Zhou Zheng'an.

Then he asked with concern, "Comrade Zhou Zheng'an, how are you feeling?"

Zhou Zheng'an immediately stood up straight. Although he was still a little weak, his eyes revealed determination and fortitude. He replied, "Thank you, sir. I'm much better, but I can't rejoin the team for the time being. I still get headaches sometimes."

As he spoke, he gently rubbed his temples, a hint of helplessness on his face.

"Sit down first." Song Zhengyang gestured for him to sit down, and then sat down on the hospital bed next to him.

Then, looking at Zhou Zheng'an, he said seriously, "The command has decided to award you three Special Merits and is preparing to nominate you for the title of Special Merit Hero."

Zhou Zheng'an was taken aback, a blush rising on his previously pale face. He said somewhat embarrassedly, "Commander, I only did what I should do."

His voice was weak, but it was full of sincerity.

"What should be done?" Song Zhengyang shook his head, his eyes full of praise and affirmation. "You made a 25-kilometer infiltration, captured the small hill, cut off the retreat of the American soldiers, and then blew up the Watergate Bridge. These are all impossible tasks, and you have accomplished them all."

"Comrade Zhou Zheng'an, you are a combat hero, and we must recommend you for commendation! This is the discipline of our great Party's army!"

As he spoke, he took a document from his briefcase and handed it to Zhou Zheng'an, saying, "This is a commendation order. As for the medal, we'll have to wait. Also, the command has decided to appoint you as the battalion commander of the corps' guard battalion."

"Guard Battalion?" Zhou Zheng'an was a little confused, and his already bewildered eyes became even more confused.

He scratched his head and then said seriously, "Sir, my head has been buzzing and I'm a little confused lately. I'm worried it might interfere with the work of the guard battalion."

This frustrated Song Zhengyang, and a hint of helplessness appeared on his originally serious face.

He had no choice but to drop the appointment of Zhou Zheng'an, sighed softly, and said, "Alright then, take good care of your injuries and we'll talk about it again when you're fully recovered."

Two days later, the sun was still warm and bright.

Zhou Zheng'an was officially discharged from the hospital. Although his steps were still a little unsteady, they were full of determination.

Afterwards, I went to the command post and saw Song Zhengyang again. Song Zhengyang was sitting at his desk, which was piled with documents and maps, and his eyes revealed fatigue and contemplation.

When Song Zhengyang saw Zhou Zheng'an enter, he stood up and said with a smile, "Comrade Zhou Zheng'an, you've arrived. What are your requests? What arrangements do you need from the organization?"

Zhou Zheng'an thought for a moment, a hint of longing for his hometown showing in his deep eyes, and said, "Commander, I want to retire and return to my hometown of Beijing."

Song Zhengyang pondered for a long time, his brows furrowed, as if he were making a difficult decision.

Finally, he nodded and said, "Okay, I agree."

Actually, he was really reluctant to part with such a super-strong general.

However, Zhou Zheng'an himself said that he occasionally gets confused, which is fatal on the battlefield. Naturally, Zhou Zheng'an cannot be allowed to participate in frontline combat.

During this period, Song Zhengyang was summarizing the gains and losses of the Battle of Chosin Reservoir, mainly focusing on the lessons learned.

For example, a unit disobeyed orders, underestimated the enormous difficulties brought about by the weather, and had clearly insufficient logistical support.

Of course, the results were actually not bad, or rather good.

Facing more than 30,000 American and South Korean troops, they annihilated more than 21,000, including more than 500 prisoners.

The number of Chinese People's Volunteer Army soldiers who died exceeded 20,000, and the number of wounded exceeded 50,000, of whom about 30,000 suffered from frostbite.

Thus, the elite Iron Ninth Corps had no choice but to return home for rest and reorganization once again.

This caused Song Zhengyang immense pain.