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

The next morning, just as dawn broke.

A loud whistle rang out from the threshing ground in Lijia Yu.

More than 1,400 soldiers poured out of their respective quarters and quickly lined up in the morning light.

The three camps were clearly distinct.

Each formation stood in neat rows, with no one whispering or dawdling.

Wang Xiuying also got up very early.

When she pushed open the courtyard gate and walked out, the sunlight shone on the young faces of those people on the threshing floor.

She stood at the gate of the courtyard and watched for a while.

His gaze swept from the first battalion to the third battalion, from the platoon leader at the front of the line to the new recruit at the back who looked only sixteen or seventeen years old.

The soldiers stood ramrod straight, their eyes radiating an indescribable spirit.

Wang Xiuying nodded to herself.

This team is truly different.

She was looking when she heard footsteps behind her.

Zhou Tianyang walked out of the regimental headquarters courtyard, saw her standing at the door, and strode over.

"Big sister, up so early?"

"I'm used to it."

Wang Xiuying looked away and smiled at him.

"It also started around this time at the brigade headquarters."

Zhou Tianyang didn't say anything more, but turned his head and shouted in the direction of the threshing ground.

Zhao Wenlong was at the front of the First Battalion's ranks when he heard the shouts and immediately ran over.

"Big sister, are you ready?"

"Shall we go check on the First Battalion now?"

Wang Xiuying nodded.

"Let's go."

Zhao Wenlong walked in front, and Wang Xiuying followed behind him.

As the two crossed the threshing ground, the soldiers lined up in formation looked over curiously.

News of Wang Xiuying's arrival at the regimental headquarters last night has spread, but few people have actually seen her.

Many of the new recruits were seeing the political commissar from the brigade headquarters for the first time.

His gaze lingered on her for a few seconds before he quickly looked away.

The First Battalion's Garrison.

When Zhao Wenlong pushed open the gate to the camp headquarters courtyard.

Several platoon leaders and squad leaders were already waiting inside.

They had already received word that the political commissar was coming today to find out what was going on.

"Get up, all of you! Get up!"

Zhao Wenlong waved as soon as he entered the door.

"The political commissar is here. What kind of sitting posture is this?"

The company and platoon leaders immediately stood up in unison.

Wang Xiuying waved her hand and said in a gentle tone.

"Don't be shy, please sit down."

"I'm just here to chat casually and get a feel for the situation. Let's not make it feel like a meeting."

She sat down at the table, her gaze sweeping over the faces of the people around her, before she smiled and spoke.

"Which of you is the political backbone of the company?"

A young man sitting on the far side raised his hand.

He looked to be in his early twenties, with a tanned face, and spoke with a hint of nervousness.

"Political Commissar, I am Zhang Sheng, the cultural instructor of the third platoon."

Wang Xiuying nodded.

"Then tell me, how do you usually do ideological work with the soldiers?"

Zhang Sheng didn't expect that the political commissar would ask him the first question.

He hesitated for a moment before speaking, his voice carrying a hint of uncertainty and tentativeness.

"When I have free time, I chat with the soldiers and talk about the principles of fighting the Japanese."

"Sometimes we would read news articles from the newspaper to the new recruits..."

Wang Xiuying did not interrupt him and listened attentively until he finished speaking.

Then I asked a question.

"When you read the newspaper to them, do they want to listen?"

Zhang Sheng thought for a moment and scratched the back of his head.

"Most people are still willing to listen."

"However, some new recruits got sleepy after listening for a while, some couldn't understand, and I couldn't answer their questions..."

His voice trailed off as he spoke, as if he felt he hadn't done enough.

Wang Xiuying did not criticize him; instead, she nodded, her tone still gentle.

"You've already done a great job by doing this much."

"Many companies don't even have cultural instructors, let alone read newspapers to the soldiers regularly."

"But Comrade Zhang Sheng, have you ever thought about this?"

"Are the soldiers falling asleep while listening to the news because they don't understand the grand principles in the newspaper, or because they can't accept the way you're explaining it?"

Zhang Sheng was stunned.

He had never thought about this question.

Zhao Wenlong, who was standing next to him, chimed in.

"Zhang Sheng is a very literate kid; he's one of the best in the whole camp."

"He's just not good with words. He speaks in a very rigid and monotonous way, and the soldiers fall asleep while listening to him."

The platoon leaders all laughed.

Zhang Sheng was a little embarrassed by the laughter, scratched the back of his head, and his face turned a little red.

Wang Xiuying also laughed, but her tone became more serious after she finished laughing.

"It's not a matter of being tongue-tied or not, it's a matter of method."

"When you reason with the soldiers, you can't just read those official jargon from the newspapers; you have to turn the grand principles into simpler ones that they can understand."

"For example, if you tell them why we have to fight the Japanese, you can't say it's for the greater good of the nation, because they won't understand."

"You have to say that the Japanese are coming, your family can't farm their land anymore, your parents are going to be bullied, and your wife is going to be taken away."

"Once you put it that way, they understood."

The room fell silent for a moment.

The platoon leaders exchanged glances, their relaxed expressions turning serious.

Zhang Sheng also raised his head and looked at Wang Xiuying, his gaze revealing something.

"Political Commissar, I understand."

His voice was a few decibels louder than before.

"I need to find a different way to talk to the soldiers in the future."

Wang Xiuying nodded and didn't say anything more.

She stood up and asked a few more questions about daily training and the soldiers' lives.

The platoon leaders took turns answering, and their attitudes were much more natural than at the beginning.

After leaving the camp headquarters, Zhao Wenlong took Wang Xiuying to the barracks.

For the rest of the morning, Wang Xiuying toured the First Battalion.

As noon approached, Zhao Wenlong glanced at the sky and spoke up:

"Big sister, let's stop here for the morning. Go back and have lunch first, then we can go visit the Second Battalion this afternoon."

Wang Xiuying looked at the soldiers still training in the distance and said something as if to herself.

"The First Battalion's foundation is indeed solid."

"The atmosphere is good, but the ideological work is still at the stage where company commanders and platoon leaders just talk about it casually."

Zhao Wenlong followed her gaze to look into the distance, then looked away, his tone serious.

"Big sister, now that you're here, this weakness can be addressed."

Wang Xiuying didn't reply, she just smiled.

He turned and walked towards the regimental headquarters.

In the afternoon, Zhao Wenlong led her to the Second Battalion.

Tian Chengjun had been waiting at the entrance of the camp for a long time.

Seeing Wang Xiuying and Zhao Wenlong approaching, he quickly stepped forward, saluted, and spoke calmly.

"Big sister, the soldiers of the Second Battalion have all heard about what happened to you in the First Battalion this morning, and they are all hoping you will come and visit."

Wang Xiuying smiled and returned the greeting, then followed him into the courtyard.

The platoon leaders of the Second Battalion were already sitting inside, without the restraint of the First Battalion.

Tian Chengjun provided the introduction from the side.

"The general level of education in the Second Battalion is low, and many people cannot understand the documents read aloud during meetings."

Wang Xiuying didn't rush to speak, but instead asked them one by one.

They asked the soldiers what they ate daily, what they did after training, and if anyone had been homesick lately.

The platoon leaders were initially quite reserved.

Later, seeing that she was asking about practical matters, he gradually became more talkative.