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

A platoon leader rubbed his hands together, his voice muffled.

"Political Commissar, the soldiers of our Second Battalion are not afraid of hardship or fatigue, but sometimes they feel suffocated."

"After returning from the war, I couldn't sleep at night; those scenes kept replaying in my mind..."

The room fell silent for a moment.

Wang Xiuying looked at him, nodded, and spoke calmly.

"This is normal."

"From now on, I will regularly visit each company to have heart-to-heart talks with the soldiers. If you have anything on your mind, you can come to me anytime."

After leaving the Second Battalion, we went to the Third Battalion.

Wang Xiuying walked briskly along the dirt road leading to the Third Battalion.

Zhao Wenlong, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but say something.

"Ma'am, you haven't had a drop of water all afternoon, why don't you take a rest?"

Wang Xiuying waved her hand.

"No more rest, the Third Battalion is still waiting."

Sun Shengli came out to greet him from afar, his voice as loud as ever.

"Big sister! You've finally arrived!"

"The soldiers of our Third Battalion have been lined up waiting for you!"

Wang Xiuying was amused by him.

Once inside the courtyard, they discovered that the platoon leaders and squad leaders of the Third Battalion had indeed arrived, all staring intently at the entrance.

Sun Shengli was explaining the situation from the side.

Wang Xiuying noticed a young soldier crouching in the corner, who looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, holding a book in his hand.

She walked over, squatted down, and asked softly:

"What are you looking at?"

The young soldier looked up, his face flushed red, and he stammered:

"Political Commissar, I... I'm studying literacy..."

Wang Xiuying took the book and flipped through it; it was a simplified literacy textbook compiled by the Eighth Route Army itself.

She closed the book, handed it back to the young soldier, and said with a smile.

"Study hard, so that you can read newspapers and understand why we are fighting a war."

The soldiers from the Third Battalion gathered around and started chatting with her, one after another.

By the time we came out of the Third Battalion, it was completely dark.

Wang Xiuying stood at the entrance of the barracks and glanced back at the soldiers who were still cleaning their guns in the yard.

After a moment of silence, he turned to Zhao Wenlong and said:

"The three battalions are different; each has its own strengths and weaknesses."

Zhao Wenlong nodded.

"Big sister has a good eye."

Wang Xiuying didn't say anything more and strode towards her residence.

Her figure moved quickly in the darkness.

It's as if they already have a complete plan in mind.

……

Over the next few days.

The atmosphere in Lijia Yu had something different from usual.

The news that Wang Xiuying had become the political commissar had spread throughout the entire regiment.

The soldiers' gazes towards her gradually shifted from initial curiosity and scrutiny to a mixture of affection and awe.

She was unpretentious and spoke gently, but every word she said hit the nail on the head.

Those are the kinds of道理 (principles/reasoning) that the company commanders and platoon leaders usually explain to them, but they never listen.

The soldiers could actually listen to what she said.

Over three days, Wang Xiuying visited all three battalions several times.

The first battalion went twice, the second battalion went three times, and the third battalion went the most, making four trips in total.

I never go empty-handed; sometimes I bring several sheets of paper covered with writing.

Sometimes I would carry a few booklets brought from the brigade headquarters, and sometimes I would go empty-handed.

He sat down at the entrance of the barracks and chatted with the soldiers.

At first, Zhao Wenlong was a little worried about the First Battalion, fearing that the arrival of the political commissar would affect the training progress.

As it turned out, Wang Xiuying was even more efficient than him.

She would watch the soldiers train from the sidelines, and only go over to talk to them when they rested.

After a few casual words, the soldiers started talking non-stop.

They poured out everything: how many people were in their family, what they grew in their fields, why they joined the army.

Zhao Wenlong squatted down and listened twice. After returning home, he remarked to Zhou Tianyang.

"Commander, I need to learn from the political commissar's skills."

"Otherwise, I'd just be a roughneck as a battalion commander."

Tian Chengjun wasn't worried about the Second Battalion.

He was originally from a regular military background and knew the importance of political work, so he genuinely welcomed Wang Xiuying's arrival.

He personally took Wang Xiuying to visit various companies, explaining in detail which soldier's family owned how many acres of land.

Wang Xiuying was also satisfied with his attitude.

The two worked together very well.

The commotion was greatest at the Third Battalion.

Sun Shengli's voice was so loud that Wang Xiuying could hear him shouting from over a hundred meters away as soon as she arrived.

"The political commissar is here in our third battalion, so everyone better be alert!"

The soldiers were indeed in high spirits; several new recruits even put extra effort into their salutes when they saw Wang Xiuying.

Sun Shengli was very proud of himself and told everyone he met about it.

"The political commissar visits our Third Battalion the most, which shows that our Third Battalion has a good foundation and that the political commissar attaches great importance to it."

Zhou Tianyang hasn't really interfered these past few days.

He continued his daily routine of reviewing training materials, studying maps, and handling group affairs.

Occasionally, I would see Wang Xiuying squatting in some camp area talking to the soldiers, but I wouldn't go over to disturb her.

He knew very well that he couldn't get involved in political work.

My older sister is here. It's a hundred times better to leave this to her than to force myself on her.

The weather was lovely that afternoon.

Zhou Tianyang was squatting on the stone steps at the entrance of the regiment's department.

From afar, we could hear footsteps coming from the village entrance.

Zhou Tianyang knew who it was without even looking up.

Sure enough, Li Yunlong's loud voice echoed all the way from the village entrance.

"Zhou Xiaogui! Zhou Xiaogui!"

"I've come to see you!"

Zhou Tianyang looked up and saw Li Yunlong leading several guards striding into the village.

This guy is dressed more neatly than usual today.

But his nonchalant attitude hadn't changed at all; he had a cigarette dangling from his mouth and his hat askew on his head.

"Old Li, what brings you here?"

Zhou Tianyang stood up and went to greet him.

Li Yunlong walked to the entrance of the regimental headquarters.

Just as he was about to answer, he caught something out of the corner of his eye and suddenly stopped.

His gaze passed over Zhou Tianyang's shoulder and landed on the figure hanging clothes to dry at the entrance of the neighboring yard, and he almost dropped the cigarette from his mouth.

"Big...Big Sister?"

Li Yunlong's voice instantly rose eight octaves.

Wang Xiuying was hanging a washed military uniform on the clothesline in the yard when she heard the shout and turned around.

She saw Li Yunlong's face, which was filled with shock, and couldn't help but laugh.

"Li Yunlong?"

"What are you doing here?"

Li Yunlong strode to the entrance of the courtyard.

He looked Wang Xiuying up and down, then turned to look at Zhou Tianyang, as if confirming some incredibly strange thing.

"Big sister, what are you doing here?"

"Why aren't you at the brigade headquarters? What are you doing here at the Second New Regiment?"

Wang Xiuying finished putting on the last piece of clothing and began to speak slowly and deliberately.

"I've come to the Second Regiment to provide guidance!"

"What, it's not okay?" "Guiding instructions?"

Li Yunlong's eyes widened even more.

He turned to look at Zhou Tianyang, then back at Wang Xiuying, his expression extremely complex.

"Sister, you've come all the way from the brigade headquarters to this remote mountain valley to give us guidance?"

"What's there to guide about this new second regiment?"

Wang Xiuying walked to the gate of the courtyard, leaned against the door frame, and crossed her arms over her chest.

Seeing Li Yunlong's exaggerated expression, he said with a smile:

"Li Yunlong, you're wrong about that. Why can't the New Second Regiment provide guidance?"

"How do we manage a team of over a thousand people where ideological work isn't keeping up?"

"Besides, I'm only here part-time as the political commissar."