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

Zhou Tianyang opened his mouth, as if to say something.

But seeing Brigade Commander Chen's expression, he swallowed back the words he was about to say.

He was silent for a moment, then spoke, his voice filled with emotion.

"Brigadier, my father never intended to pay this money back."

He said it was for the troops, to support the resistance against Japan.

"Support is support, but it's still our own business."

Brigade Commander Chen's tone remained completely firm.

But the sternness in his gaze clearly carried a warmth that only an elder would show when looking at a younger person.

"Tianyang, let me tell you something from the bottom of my heart."

He leaned forward slightly, his voice a few decibels lower than before.

"Your father was able to take out 350,000 silver dollars to support our Eighth Route Army. This is not a level of vision that ordinary people can have."

Zhou Tianyang sat there, remained silent for a moment, and then slowly nodded.

He could tell that the brigade commander would not back down on this matter.

He didn't argue further, but simply nodded, indicating that he accepted the arrangement.

When Brigade Commander Chen saw him nod, he leaned back in his chair, his expression relaxing somewhat.

His gaze fell on the package of oil paper again. He remained silent for a few seconds before speaking, his tone much gentler than before.

"Tianyang, you said you haven't been home for eight years."

"How was things at home when you went back this time?"

Zhou Tianyang picked up the teacup, took another sip of water, and then put it down.

His gaze fell on the distant, continuous Taihang Mountains, as if he were looking at another place through the shadows of those mountains.

A while later.

He spoke, his voice a few decibels lower than before, as if he needed to carefully consider what he was saying.

"My dad is still in good health and can still manage things."

"Her hair has turned quite a bit white, and she's lost weight."

"My mother seems to be in pretty good spirits."

He paused, his gaze still fixed on the distance.

"My older brother took over the family shop, and although there has been a lot of turmoil in recent years, the business has managed to stay afloat."

Brigade Commander Chen listened quietly without interrupting him.

"My dad asked me what I've been doing all these years, and I said I've been doing business."

Zhou Tianyang's voice carried a faint hint of amusement.

He didn't believe it, but he didn't ask any further questions either.

"Your father is a sensible man."

Brigade Commander Chen picked up his teacup, took a sip of water, and spoke with a touch of emotion.

"Some things don't need to be said out loud; he understands, and so do you."

"It's better than anything else that you two, father and son, can sit down together and have a peaceful meal."

Zhou Tianyang didn't reply, but nodded slightly.

The courtyard was quiet for a while.

Brigade Commander Chen reached out and picked up the package of oil paper on the table, then stood up.

"Tianyang, I'll take this money back to the brigade headquarters first, and then hand it over to headquarters."

"Once headquarters has finished writing the IOU, I'll have someone deliver it to you. Please keep it."

"I'll find a chance to bring it to your dad later."

Zhou Tianyang also stood up, looked at the brigade commander, and nodded.

"it is good."

Brigade Commander Chen walked up to him and patted him on the shoulder.

He was silent for a moment, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he only said one sentence.

"Alright, you must be tired from your journey. Take a rest today."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and strode out of the yard.

The footsteps faded into the alley and soon disappeared from view.

Zhou Tianyang stood in the courtyard, watching the brigade commander's figure disappear outside the gate.

……

the other side.

Ma Yong and his group walked slowly along the mountain road for more than two hours before arriving at Shinian Village.

The sentry at the village entrance spotted the group from afar, and when he recognized the person as Ma Yong, he realized it was him.

Then I saw those three mule carts piled high with wooden crates.

They practically tumbled and crawled into the village.

"Commander! Commander!"

"The new Second Regiment has arrived!"

Li Yunlong was squatting on the stone steps in front of the regimental headquarters, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, his face full of displeasure.

For the past two weeks, he has sent people to keep watch at the village entrance every day.

He didn't say anything, but the fire in his heart burned brighter and brighter, and he wished he could rush to Lijia Yu and question Zhou Tianyang about what he really meant.

Hearing the sentry's shout, he jumped up, not even bothering to pick up the cigarette that had fallen from his lips.

"Who is it?"

"Ma Yong!"

"Platoon Leader Ma of the Second New Regiment's Guard Platoon!"

"They even brought three mule carts!"

"The truck was full of wooden crates!"

Li Yunlong's eyes lit up instantly, and his face, which had been tense for half a month, suddenly blossomed.

He ran towards the village entrance in two strides, his steps so long it was like he was flying.

Three mule carts were slowly driving into the village from the dirt road at the entrance.

Ma Yong walked at the front and couldn't help but laugh when he saw Li Yunlong's wide grin.

He stopped and stood at attention, saluting.

"Commander Li!"

"Our guild leader sent me to deliver the equipment to you!"

Li Yunlong strode to the mule cart, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, his voice hoarse.

"How many?"

"Four hundred M1 Garand semi-automatic rifles and thirty thousand rounds of ammunition."

"Please take a look."

Li Yunlong's mouth stretched even wider.

He turned around and shouted at the top of his lungs towards the village.

"Wang Desheng!"

"arrive!"

Battalion Commander Wang Desheng of the New First Regiment strode out of the regimental headquarters courtyard.

Several company commanders followed behind, all craning their necks to look in their direction.

Li Yunlong waved his hand, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"Unload the stuff!"

"Move everything into the warehouse!"

Without saying a word, Wang Desheng called his soldiers to surround him.

The soldiers of the new regiment unloaded the truck quickly and efficiently.

Li Yunlong stood to the side, a cigarette already lit in his mouth, dangling from the corner of his lips.

I squinted as I watched the wooden crates being carried into the warehouse one by one.

He personally watched the soldiers move the load.

With each box he carried in, his smile deepened.

After the last box was put into the warehouse, he looked at Ma Yong.

"Platoon Leader Ma, you've worked hard!"

Ma Yong shook his head.

Li Yunlong chuckled, walked over, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Go back and tell your regimental commander that I, Li Yunlong, have received this batch of equipment!"

He turned and took two steps toward the regimental headquarters, then turned back and added a sentence.

"Oh, and please thank him for me!"

"Although this kid made me wait half a month, the goods have arrived, so I'm not going to hold it against him!"

The surrounding soldiers all laughed.

Li Yunlong then looked at Wang Desheng, raising his voice a few decibels.

"Desheng, tell the cooks to prepare two more dishes!"

"We're happy today, let's have a meal with Platoon Leader Ma and the others before they leave!"

"Yes, Commander!"

Wang Desheng turned around and ran towards the cooking squad.

Ma Yong wanted to decline, but seeing Li Yunlong's unyielding attitude, he swallowed back the words he was about to say.

"Alright, Commander Li, then I'll take my leave."

Li Yunlong waved his hand dismissively.

"You came all this way to deliver equipment to me, and I can't even provide you with a meal? Are you even human?"

He turned and strode toward the regimental headquarters.

He took two steps and then turned back, his tone carrying an undeniable certainty.

"By the way, when you get back, tell your regimental commander."

"Just tell them that I, Li Yunlong, said that next time something like this happens, I'll just send someone to pick it up directly; you don't need to deliver it in person."

The surrounding soldiers burst into laughter again.

Ma Yong smiled too; he could tell that Li Yunlong was in a really good mood today.

At lunch, Li Yunlong, unusually, opened a bottle of wine, poured a bowl for Ma Yong, and then poured one for himself.

He picked up the bowl and raised it towards Ma Yong.

"Platoon Leader Ma, have a bite."

Ma Yong also picked up his bowl, the two clinked their bowls together, and each took a big gulp.

Li Yunlong put down his bowl, picked up a piece of food with his chopsticks, put it in his mouth, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it.

Then he leaned back in his chair and let out a long sigh of relief.

"With this batch of equipment, my new regiment will be much stronger!"

He paused, then added.

"Damn it, I waited for over half a month, and it finally paid off!"

Ma Yong held the bowl, said nothing, and just smiled.