Holding the original shares, they fought all the way to the Korean War!

"So urgent?"

Wang Xiuying was somewhat surprised, but she still nodded.

"Okay, the sooner we go, the sooner we can start."

"I'll head back now and come over when I'm ready."

She stood up, took two steps toward the door, and then turned back to look at Commander Chen.

"Old Chen, what's that kid Tianyang up to?"

Brigade Commander Chen paused for a moment, then smiled.

"What could he possibly be planning?"

"He just felt that the Second New Regiment was short-handed and wanted to ask you for help."

Wang Xiuying stared at him for two seconds, unsure whether she believed him or not, but she didn't ask any further questions.

She turned and walked out of the house, her footsteps fading into the distance in the courtyard.

Only Brigade Commander Chen and Political Commissar Wang remained in the room.

Political Commissar Wang couldn't help but laugh again when he saw Brigade Commander Chen's expression.

"Old Chen, wouldn't you say you've been tricked by your own commander?"

Brigade Commander Chen glared at him, but there was no anger in his eyes.

"What are you arranging?"

"Tianyang is right. The new Second Regiment does need to strengthen its ideological work, and Xiuying is indeed the most suitable candidate."

He paused, picked up his teacup, took a sip of water, and spoke with a complex tone that was hard to describe.

"This kid, he's even setting his sights on me."

Political Commissar Wang laughed even louder.

"So you're not planning to let him have his way?"

Commander Chen slammed his teacup on the table.

"May he have his way, may he have his way."

"If he's not satisfied, he'll turn around and say that I, as the brigade commander, don't care about the development of the troops below."

After he finished speaking, he laughed at himself.

Laughter echoed in the room, carrying a complex mix of helplessness and relief.

About half an hour later.

Footsteps could be heard outside the courtyard again.

Wang Xiuying walked in from the courtyard gate, carrying a cloth bag on her back and another smaller cloth bag in her hand.

She walked to the doorway and called out to the inside.

"Old Chen, I'm all packed."

Brigade Commander Chen stood up, walked to the door, and looked at her.

He was silent for a moment, then spoke, his tone gentler than usual.

"Be careful on the road."

Wang Xiuying smiled.

"Don't worry, it's not like this is my first time going out."

Brigade Commander Chen nodded and said nothing more.

He turned around and called out towards the outside of the courtyard.

"Zhao Wenlong!"

"arrive!"

Zhao Wenlong strode in from the courtyard gate and stood at attention.

"I'm entrusting her to you. Take good care of Comrade Wang Xiuying on the way."

Zhao Wenlong stood at attention and saluted, his voice loud and clear.

"Rest assured, Brigade Commander, I will ensure Comrade Wang Xiuying's safe arrival at Lijia Yu!"

Wang Xiuying walked up to Brigade Commander Chen, looked at him, and had a look in her eyes that only husband and wife could understand.

"Then I'm leaving."

Brigade Commander Chen nodded.

Wang Xiuying turned around and walked towards the courtyard gate.

Zhao Wenlong followed behind her.

As the group walked out of the brigade headquarters, the soldiers at the village entrance were already lined up and ready.

Wang Xiuying walked to the front of the group, and Zhao Wenlong arranged for her to ride a horse while he walked beside her.

He waved to the troops behind him, and the 120 soldiers adjusted their formation.

We walked along the mountain road towards Lijia Yu.

After walking for a while, Wang Xiuying looked back.

The brigade headquarters was getting further and further away behind them, but the two figures at the village entrance were still standing in the same place.

She couldn't see their expressions.

But she knew that the two people were still looking in that direction.

She looked away and continued walking forward.

The mountain road was winding and meandering. As Wang Xiuying rode on her horse, looking at the continuous mountain ranges on both sides, a feeling that was hard to describe welled up in her heart.

Zhou Tianyang's young face flashed through her mind.

The young man was only twenty years old, more than ten years younger than her.

But when she talked to him, she always had a feeling that she couldn't quite explain.

He speaks and acts very steadily, unlike someone his age.

It's like they have something on their mind, but they never show it.

She shook her head, banishing those thoughts from her mind.

Perhaps she was overthinking it.

Brigade Commander Chen and Political Commissar Wang stood at the entrance of the brigade headquarters.

Watching the column depart into the distance, until the last soldier's figure disappeared on the distant mountain path, I slowly withdrew my gaze.

Commander Chen stood there, not turning around and going back into the house immediately, but just gazing in that direction.

Political Commissar Wang stood next to him, glanced at him, and then spoke with a smile.

"Old Chen, your wife is gone. Are you feeling a little sad?"

Brigade Commander Chen withdrew his gaze, glanced at Political Commissar Wang, and looked at him with a complex mix of wanting to admit it and not wanting to admit it.

"What are you reluctant to part with?"

"It's not like she's not coming back."

"Go to the Second New Regiment for a while, take charge of ideological work there, and come back in a few months."

Political Commissar Wang didn't expose him; he just smiled.

"Okay, whatever you say."

The two walked back to the courtyard side by side.

Brigade Commander Chen walked back to the table and sat down, his gaze falling on the letter on the table.

He picked up the letter again, read it once more, then put it down, shook his head, and couldn't help but laugh.

"That brat Zhou Tianyang has his eyes on me."

Political Commissar Wang sat down opposite him and smiled as he responded.

"Old Chen, don't blame Tianyang."

"The new Second Regiment definitely needs people."

"Besides, the fact that he specifically asked for Comrade Xiuying shows that he truly values ​​the ideological development of the troops and that he wasn't just sending anyone to get by."

Brigade Commander Chen snorted.

"Of course he values ​​it."

"He was afraid that if someone else went, they wouldn't be able to work well with him and would delay his battles."

"Siu-young is gone. He's at ease, and so am I."

He paused, then added.

"That kid's got a real knack for it."

Political Commissar Wang picked up his teacup and took a sip of water, his smile never fading.

"Old Chen, what do you think Tianyang would think if he knew you were talking about him like that?"

Commander Chen leaned back in his chair, looking out the window at the distant, rolling Taihang Mountains, and slowly began to speak.

"What could he possibly think?"

"He would definitely be all smiles and say, 'Brigade Commander, you flatter me.'"

The two looked at each other and laughed.

After laughing enough, Brigade Commander Chen's tone returned to normal.

"Alright, let's not talk about him anymore."

"Have you finalized the task deployment for the next phase?"

"It's almost done. We should have a first draft ready this afternoon."

Commander Chen nodded and pulled the map on the table back to his face.

……

the other side.

The group walked for about two and a half hours.

After crossing several mountain ridges, the outline of Lijia Valley finally came into view.

The sentry at the village entrance spotted the group from afar and quickly went to greet them.

When they saw Wang Xiuying riding on horseback.

The sentry paused for a moment, then quickly stood at attention and saluted.

"Secretary Wang!"

Wang Xiuying smiled and nodded.

"Is your commander here?"

"Yes, yes, yes, the regimental commander is at the regimental headquarters!"

"I'll go and report it right away!"

The sentry turned and ran back into the village.

Zhao Wenlong led his team to slow down.

Following behind Wang Xiuying's horse, we slowly entered the village.

Upon receiving the news, Zhou Tianyang came out of the regimental headquarters.

He stood at the gate of the courtyard and saw Zhao Wenlong leading his team into the village from afar.

Looking at the figure in the group, Zhou Tianyang's heart, which had been hanging in suspense for several days, finally settled down.

He strode forward to meet him.

When Wang Xiuying saw Zhou Tianyang walking over, she looked him up and down a few times, and then smiled and spoke.

"Commander Zhou, I've come to report to your new Second Regiment."

Zhou Tianyang walked up to her, stood at attention, and saluted.

"Big sister, welcome to the new Second Regiment."

He lowered his hand, a smile playing on his lips.

"Your accommodation has been arranged; it's in the courtyard next to the regimental headquarters."

"The courtyard is quiet, sunny, and comfortable to live in."

Wang Xiuying followed his gaze to the courtyard not far away and nodded.

"Alright, then I won't stand on ceremony."

Zhao Wenlong stood to the side, watching the conversation between the two, before he came to his senses.

All he knew before was that the regimental commander had ordered him to deliver a message.

Now that Wang Xiuying has come in person, I vaguely understand what's going on.