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Dark as ink.

The outline of the Taihang Mountains was faintly visible under the moonlight.

Lijia Yu.

The location of the new Second Regiment.

In the courtyard next to the regimental headquarters, the oil lamp was still lit.

Brigade Commander Chen sat at the stone table, chatting casually with Wang Xiuying.

Since Zhou Tianyang led the team to Shanghai, he has been stationed at the New Second Regiment.

During the day, they focus on training and defense.

I'll rest in this courtyard tonight.

Wang Xiuying sat opposite him, mending an old military uniform in her hand.

The stitches are fine and the movements are swift and efficient.

It's obvious that this skill comes from years of practice.

"Old Chen, how many days have you been in the Second Regiment?"

"It's been almost half a month."

Commander Chen put down the bowl, leaned back in his chair, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"When Tianyang left, he said it would take at least ten days to half a month, and at most a month."

"Judging by the days, I should be back soon."

Wang Xiuying lowered her head, bit off the loose thread, shook out the military uniform, folded it neatly, and put it aside. She then looked up at him.

"Aren't you worried?"

"What are you worried about?"

Commander Chen's tone was somewhat confident, and his gaze was fixed on the direction of the courtyard gate.

"Tianyang, that kid, knows how to behave."

Wang Xiuying smiled but didn't reply.

The courtyard was quiet for a while.

In the distance, the sound of footsteps could be heard as sentries changed shifts at the threshing ground.

Just then.

A series of hurried footsteps came from outside the courtyard.

Commander Chen's ears twitched slightly, and he sat up straight.

Wang Xiuying also put down her needle and thread.

The footsteps stopped at the gate of the courtyard.

Then came a series of urgent knocks on the door.

"Reporting to the brigade commander!"

Commander Chen stood up and strode to the gate of the courtyard.

Standing outside the door was Xiao Ma, a communications officer from the 386th Brigade, his face still showing signs of fatigue from the journey.

Xiao Ma stood at attention, saluted, took out a telegram from his pocket, and handed it over with both hands.

"Brigade Commander, the political commissar ordered me to deliver this telegram from headquarters tonight."

Brigade Commander Chen took the telegram but did not open it immediately.

He glanced at Xiao Ma, his tone calm.

"You've worked hard, rest for the night before you leave."

"No, Brigade Commander, I have to rush back to the brigade headquarters to report."

Xiao Ma saluted, turned around, and strode away into the night.

Commander Chen closed the courtyard gate and walked back to the stone table to sit down.

He didn't open the telegram immediately, but instead moved the oil lamp closer to himself.

Wang Xiuying looked at him without saying a word, her gaze lingering on the telegram for a moment before shifting away.

Commander Chen unsealed the package, pulled out the telegram inside, and held it up to the oil lamp to read it.

When the first line of text came into view, his brow twitched slightly.

On the second line, his breath hitched.

On the third line, his eyes suddenly widened.

He remained in that position, motionless, and read the telegram twice from beginning to end.

Then he slowly put it down, but didn't look away.

Wang Xiuying looked at him and asked softly.

"Old Chen, what's wrong?"

Brigade Commander Chen did not answer immediately.

He sat there, silent for a few seconds, then a slow smile spread across his face.

The smile widened and widened, eventually transforming into an irrepressible grin that spread from the corners of his mouth to his entire face.

"This kid..."

He said something in a low voice, his tone carrying an indescribable complexity.

It was as if emotions that had been suppressed for a long time had finally found an outlet.

He stood up and walked back and forth in the yard twice, his steps hurried and heavy.

Wang Xiuying also stood up.

"What happened?"

Commander Chen stopped, turned around, looked at her, and handed her the telegram.

"See for yourself."

Wang Xiuying took the telegram and looked down at it.

Her gaze swept over her from top to bottom, then stopped.

He looked up at Brigade Commander Chen, his eyes filled with surprise.

"Tianyang, did it again in Shanghai?"

"And it happened right in front of the East China Expeditionary Army Headquarters!"

Brigade Commander Chen's voice rose a few decibels, filled with barely concealed excitement.

"A Japanese lieutenant general and a Japanese major general, two shots, both dead!"

"Including the time in Taiyuan, he's single-handedly taken down three Japanese generals!"

Wang Xiuying looked down at the telegram again, then put it down and let out a long sigh.

"Wasn't he going to Shanghai to escort Comrade Liu Ping?"

"We're escorting Comrade Liu Ping!"

Brigade Commander Chen walked back to the stone table and sat down.

"But the telegram from headquarters clearly states that this incident and the one in Taiyuan were committed by the same person."

"I guess Tianyang did this on a whim after he arrived in Shanghai."

He paused, as if savoring something, and then added a sentence.

"That kid is incredibly bold."

Wang Xiuying sat down opposite him, her gaze still fixed on the telegram, and remained silent for a moment.

"Old Chen, how many people know about this?"

"Headquarters wants to inform me and the political commissar that this matter has been classified as top secret."

Brigade Commander Chen's tone returned to its usual calm and composed manner.

"Apart from a few leaders at headquarters, no one knows."

Wang Xiuying nodded, folded the telegram, and handed it back to him.

"If the Japanese find out it was their 386th Brigade that did it, the retaliation will be severe."

Commander Chen took the telegram, put it back into the envelope, but didn't put it away immediately.

He leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on the outline of the Taihang Mountains in the distance under the night sky, and remained silent for a long time.

Wang Xiuying didn't say anything, she just sat there quietly.

A while later.

When Brigade Commander Chen spoke, his voice was a few decibels lower than before, tinged with emotion.

"Sooyoung, do you know?"

"When he left the 772nd Regiment with a company of veterans, I was actually worried."

"A newly formed regiment, starting from scratch, has to do everything itself, from recruiting and training to fighting."

"At the time, I thought it would be good if he could even put together a battalion."

Wang Xiuying looked at his profile without saying a word.

Commander Chen's lips curled up again.

"In just a few months, the entire 1,500-plus-strong Second Regiment was equipped with new gear."

"They've wiped out the Japanese strongholds one after another, and now they've pulled off this heist in Shanghai."

He turned his head and looked at Wang Xiuying, his eyes brimming with pride.

"Xiuying, tell me, among all the regimental commanders in our 386th Brigade, who can compare to him?"

Wang Xiuying looked at him but didn't rush to answer.

She picked up the bowl of water on the table, took a sip, and then put it down, her voice calm.

"Old Chen, I can't answer that."

"But one thing I'm sure of is that Tianyang, as the regimental commander, has made you proud."

Brigade Commander Chen laughed, a hearty laugh that echoed through the courtyard.

"What a slap in the face! Absolutely a slap in the face!"

"If he were standing in front of me right now, I would definitely praise him a lot."

Wang Xiuying also laughed, and after she laughed, her tone returned to its usual crispness.

"Old Chen, speaking of which, Tianyang has made such a great contribution."

"What kind of reward does the brigade headquarters plan to give him?"