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

Zhou Tianyang was silent for a few seconds, then asked another question.

"In which direction is the nearest Japanese stronghold?"

Scarface was taken aback, clearly not expecting to be asked that question.

He raised his uninjured hand and pointed shakily to the southeast.

"Go about twenty miles over there, there's a town, and there's a Japanese pillbox in the town..."

Zhou Tianyang nodded and stood up.

He glanced at the bandits lying on the ground, then at a side road that led into the reeds not far away.

"Ma Yong".

"arrive."

"Tie these people up and take them to the woods by the roadside."

Ma Yong responded and turned to signal the soldiers to get to work.

They dragged the bandits who were still groaning on the ground up and tied them up tightly with their own belts and trouser legs.

Zhou Tianyang walked up to the scarred man and looked at him.

"Tell your accomplices from now on that this kind of thing can't be done on this road anymore."

"If I were to encounter this again, the consequences wouldn't be as simple as just being tied up."

"Did you understand?"

Scarface nodded frantically, cold sweat streaming down his face as he nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice.

The team resumed their journey.

Liu Ping walked beside Zhou Tianyang, his steps a little lighter than before.

After all that commotion, his complexion actually improved, as if something had lifted his spirits.

He took a few steps, turned his head to look at Zhou Tianyang, and said with a touch of emotion.

"I thought you were going to get rid of them all."

Zhou Tianyang remained silent.

Liu Ping glanced at him, then looked in the direction of the bandits who were still tied up.

"These people are no good, but if we kill them, other bandits will eventually take their place on this road."

"Keeping them alive will let those who come after them know that as long as they have clean hands and feet, they can still save their lives."

Zhou Tianyang still did not respond.

He walked in the middle of the group, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, as if he were thinking about something else.

The group continued walking along the south bank of the Yangtze River.

They left the road and the bandits tied up in the woods far behind.

Two days later.

The group arrived in Suzhou.

Zhou Tianyang's pace slowed down more and more.

He walked in the middle of the group, his gaze fixed on the distance, as if something was churning inside him.

The original owner's home was in Suzhou.

He was only twelve years old when he left home.

He remembered that he climbed over the wall in the middle of the night and ran for most of the night.

At daybreak, they boarded a boat heading north at a ferry crossing.

He never came back after that.

eight years.

Over eight years, he followed the Red Army, climbing snow-capped mountains, traversing grasslands, and charging through countless battles amidst gunfire.

He grew from a frail boy into a regimental commander of the Eighth Route Army who could lead his troops into battle.

Zhou Tianyang slowly closed his eyes.

After transmigrating, the memories of the original owner of this body remained in his mind.

Those memories wouldn't normally surface on their own, but they surged up at this moment.

There is the image of a mother sewing clothes under the lamp, and the profile of a father sitting in a grand chair doing accounts.

There was a figure of an older sister squatting in the yard watering flowers.

There were also the sounds of his two younger sisters tugging at his clothes and calling him "Third Brother".

He opened his eyes and found that he had stopped walking.

Suzhou City.

It's already here.

Zhou Tianyang stood there, looking at the city gate.

Several Japanese soldiers and puppet troops stood at the city gate, checking people entering the city.

The people queuing to enter the city had their heads down.

They waited quietly, no one spoke, no one looked around, everything was in perfect order.

A wave of inexplicable bitterness welled up in his heart.

The original owner's home was in this city.

He stood at the city gate, but hesitated to take a step.

"Commander?"

Ma Yong's voice came from the side, carrying a hint of concern.

Zhou Tianyang did not answer immediately.

He was silent for a moment, then spoke, his voice a few decibels lower than usual.

"Ma Yong, let the team stop and find a place to rest for a day."

Ma Yong was stunned for a moment.

He followed Zhou Tianyang's gaze to the distant city of Suzhou, then looked at Zhou Tianyang's expression, as if he understood something.

He didn't ask any more questions, just nodded and turned to walk towards the group.

An hour later.

The group settled down in a small village northeast of the city.

The village is small, with only twenty or thirty households, but it is quiet and secluded, and close to the city gate.

After Ma Yong reached an agreement with a family.

The soldiers were scattered and lived in several empty houses.

Liu Ping has also settled down.

He noticed that Zhou Tianyang was acting strangely, but he didn't ask anything.

Zhou Tianyang stood at the entrance of the village, looking at the city wall in the distance.

He stood there for a long time.

Then he turned around and said something to Ma Yong.

"I'm going into town."

Ma Yong opened his mouth, as if to say something.

But seeing Zhou Tianyang's expression, he swallowed his words back.

He nodded.

"Commander, please be careful."

Zhou Tianyang didn't say anything more and turned to walk towards the city gate.

He changed into more inconspicuous clothes, and from the outside he looked like an ordinary person who had come to the city.

When he arrived at the city gate, there were not many people left in line.

Several puppet soldiers leaned against the walls on both sides of the city gate, smoking and chatting. When they saw someone walking over, they just lazily raised their eyelids.

Zhou Tianyang took out the pass he had obtained in Nanjing and handed it over.

The puppet soldier took it, glanced at it, and threw it back, waving his hand dismissively.

He paused for a moment as he stepped into Suzhou.

The city's street layout was exactly the same as he remembered.

Or rather, it's exactly the same as what the original owner remembered.

Everything seemed to have changed little, but Zhou Tianyang knew that the calm was only on the surface.

He walked along the main street for a while and then turned into an alley.

His heart was racing.

After walking to the end of the alley and turning a corner, an old house appeared in front of you.

It was a typical Suzhou courtyard house.

The complex consists of three courtyards, high walls, and a main gate facing south.

Zhou Tianyang stood at the corner of the alley, looking at the old house.

He didn't go over immediately, but stood there for several minutes.

His gaze swept over the stone drums on either side of the gate, and over the carvings on the door frame.

Sweep across the smooth stone surface of the threshold.

He had never seen those details with his own eyes, yet they were so familiar to him.

Every part of it seems to be etched into the bone.

He recalled the night before the original owner left home.

That night.

He sat at the table in his room and wrote a letter.

The letter stated that he was going to join the army to save the country.

He put the letter on the table, then climbed out the window and over the back wall and ran away.

He didn't know if his parents had seen that letter.

I have no idea what their expressions will be after they see it.

He took a deep breath and finally took a step.

He arrived at the gate.

He raised his hand and gently knocked three times on the door knocker, waiting for someone inside to open the door.