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The next morning.

It was still dark.

The threshing ground in Lijia Yu was packed with people.

One hundred and twenty soldiers from the first company of the first battalion lined up.

Each person carried a brand-new M1 Garand on their back, with ammunition pouches and grenades hanging from their waists.

Zhao Wenlong stood at the front of the team, checked everyone's equipment, and then confirmed the ammunition they were carrying.

His expression was more serious than usual.

His gaze swept over each of the 120 faces, and only after confirming that everything was correct did he turn around.

Zhou Tianyang stood at the edge of the threshing ground, watching the fully prepared team, his gaze finally settling on Zhao Wenlong.

"Be careful on the road."

Zhou Tianyang's voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear.

Zhao Wenlong nodded.

"Don't worry, Commander."

He paused, as if he wanted to say something, but ultimately said nothing.

He simply stood at attention, saluted, and then turned to shout at the ranks.

"Set off!"

The team set off along the mountain road.

Zhao Wenlong walked at the front, his pace neither too fast nor too slow.

The soldiers behind them maintained the same rhythm.

The mountain road is winding and twisting, with continuous mountains and ravines on both sides.

Zhao Wenlong walked for a while, then reached out and touched the letter in his pocket.

He vaguely felt that the regimental commander had been acting strangely lately, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.

But having followed Zhou Tianyang for so many years, he could sense that the regimental commander had something on his mind.

He had never seen the contents of that letter.

But the letter, written personally by the regimental commander, was delivered to the brigade headquarters by a company.

This matter itself is unusual.

However, he didn't think much of it. The commander always knew how to act, and he would naturally tell him what he needed to know.

He shook his head, banishing those thoughts from his mind, and quickened his pace.

The group walked for more than two hours.

As we crossed the third ridge, the outline of a cluster of houses appeared in the valley ahead.

We've arrived at the brigade headquarters.

The sentry at the village entrance spotted the group from afar.

As they got closer, they recognized the men from Zhao Wenlong's new Second Regiment and quickly made way for them.

Zhao Wenlong instructed his team to wait at the village entrance.

He strode towards the village.

Two sentries were standing at the entrance of the brigade headquarters compound. They recognized Zhao Wenlong as he approached and did not stop him.

Zhao Wenlong walked into the courtyard, stopped at the door of the main house, and knocked on the door.

"Report!"

"Come in."

Brigade Commander Chen's voice came from inside.

Zhao Wenlong pushed open the door and went inside.

Inside the room, Brigade Commander Chen sat at the table, holding a teacup in his hand, with a map spread out in front of him.

Political Commissar Wang was also sitting next to him, holding a pencil and marking something on a map.

Both of them looked up at him.

"Zhao Wenlong?"

Commander Chen's tone carried a hint of surprise.

"Why are you here?"

Zhao Wenlong stood at attention, saluted, took the letter out of his pocket, and handed it over with both hands.

"Brigade Commander, our regimental commander asked me to give you this letter so that you can read it yourself."

Brigade Commander Chen took the letter, his gaze lingered on the envelope for a moment, then he opened it and took out the letter inside.

His gaze swept quickly from top to bottom, and after reading the first paragraph, his brow twitched slightly.

After watching the second segment, his movements slowed down.

Zhao Wenlong stood in front of the desk, his eyes fixed straight ahead, waiting for the brigade commander to speak.

Seeing the change in the brigade commander's expression, Political Commissar Wang, who was standing next to him, also put down the pencil in his hand.

The room was quiet for a while.

Brigade Commander Chen read the letter once, but did not speak immediately. Instead, he read it again.

Then he put down the letter and leaned back in his chair.

His gaze fell on the letter, and he remained silent for a long time.

Zhao Wenlong stood there, his face expressionless, but his mind was racing.

What exactly did the regimental commander write in his letter that made the brigade commander remain silent for so long after reading it?

After a long while, Brigade Commander Chen finally raised his head and looked at Zhao Wenlong.

"Tianyang said in his letter that the political education work of the new Second Regiment is not keeping up with the pace of troop development?"

"Yes."

Zhao Wenlong answered decisively.

He didn't know the specific contents of the letter, but the regimental commander did often mention it within the regiment.

"Does he want me to send someone to the Second New Regiment to guide political work?"

"I don't know what was written in the letter."

"The commander only instructed me to deliver the letter and await your reply."

Brigade Commander Chen nodded and did not ask any further questions.

He waved his hand.

"Alright, you can go outside and wait now."

Zhao Wenlong saluted, turned around, and strode out.

The door closed gently behind me.

The room fell silent again.

Only Brigade Commander Chen and Political Commissar Wang remained.

Brigade Commander Chen pushed the letter towards the center of the table, and Political Commissar Wang reached out, took it, and began to read it.

He read it very carefully, and after reading it once, he reread the last paragraph.

Then he put down the letter and looked at Commander Chen.

"Tianyang's letter is indeed impeccably written."

Political Commissar Wang spoke slowly, his tone carrying a cautiousness born of careful consideration.

"On the surface, it was a request to send cadres, but in reality, the candidates had already been decided."

"If we send someone else, it will seem heartless, as if the brigade headquarters doesn't value the ideological development of the new Second Regiment."

Brigade Commander Chen picked up his teacup, took a sip of water, and didn't reply.

His gaze returned to the letter, his brow furrowing slightly.

"Old Chen, have you noticed?"

Political Commissar Wang pointed to the last paragraph of the letter.

"Tianyang said he would provide guidance for a period of time, but he didn't specify how long."

"He wanted Comrade Xiuying to stay at the Second Regiment."

Brigade Commander Chen certainly noticed it.

He noticed it the first time he read it.

Zhou Tianyang's letter was perfectly worded, and every word he wrote was plausible.

But there's a hidden meaning between the lines.

After being a brigade commander for so many years, how could he not see it?

He put down his teacup, leaned back in his chair, and tapped his fingers lightly twice on the table.

"Old Wang, do you think Tianyang's request is reasonable?"

Political Commissar Wang thought for a moment, then didn't rush to answer.

He picked up his teacup, took a sip of water, and then spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Judging from the actual situation, the Second Regiment does indeed need to strengthen its political education work."

"The unit of over 1,400 men, more than 70% of whom are new recruits, is doing a good job in both training and combat."

"But the ideological development is lagging behind. This is not a problem that Tianyang made up; it is a real shortcoming."

He paused, then continued:

"Furthermore, the current situation of the new Second Regiment has reached the standard of a base regiment."

"A regiment of over 1,400 men, with three complete battalions."

"Our equipment is top-notch in the entire brigade. We have won two consecutive battles and our morale is high."

"Logically speaking, a regiment like this should have been equipped with a political commissar long ago."

Commander Chen listened without speaking, but his brows furrowed even more deeply.

Political Commissar Wang glanced at him and knew what he was worried about.

"Old Chen, are you worried that sending the political commissar there might actually hinder the current momentum of the Second Regiment's development?"

Brigade Commander Chen nodded.

"That kid Tianyang has a knack for leading troops."

"The fact that the new Second Regiment has reached this level is largely due to his willingness to delegate authority."

"He makes all the decisions; he's quick to make decisions and quick to execute them."

"If we send a political commissar there, the two of them will need time to get to know each other."

"If we don't coordinate well, it will only cause problems."