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

It was already very late at night.

Zhou Tianyang sat at the table in the regimental headquarters, listening to the subtle sounds outside the window.

The chirping of insects came from the grass in the corner of the wall.

The mountain breeze occasionally swept through the treetops in the distance, making a rustling sound.

Everything was calm and normal.

He stood up quietly, walked to the door, and listened to the sounds in the yard for a while.

It was empty; there was no one there.

He pushed open the door and went out.

Instead of taking the main road at the village entrance, they left the village via a small path behind the regimental headquarters.

He had walked that road many times; he could find his way with his eyes closed.

He walked through a thicket of bushes and then climbed over a low ridge.

Finally, they stopped in a shady mountain hollow.

The entrance to the cave was hidden by dense thorns and vines.

If you don't look closely, you won't realize that there's a space hidden here that can hold quite a lot of things.

Zhou Tianyang pushed aside the vines and squeezed inside.

He stood in the center of the cave and silently recited a sentence in his heart.

"System, extract all the equipment you just exchanged to the current cave."

The moment the words fell.

A pile of wooden boxes appeared out of nowhere in the cave.

The twenty M2 60mm mortars were divided into twenty long wooden crates.

Each box contains one door, with the gun barrel, gun mount, and sights fixed separately in the grooves of their respective targets.

There were also dozens of wooden crates next to it, containing six hundred mortar shells.

Nearly half of the cave's space was occupied.

Zhou Tianyang walked to the nearest wooden box, squatted down, and pried open the lid.

Inside lay a brand-new M2 60mm mortar.

He reached out and touched the gun barrel, then checked the gun mount and sights, confirming that everything was in good condition.

He stood in the cave and watched for a while longer.

Then he turned around, walked to the cave entrance, pushed aside the vines, and crawled out.

Cover the vines again.

He stood there for a moment, listening to the quiet night around him.

Then he turned around and walked back the way he came.

We passed through the thicket, climbed over the low ridge, and returned to Lijia Yu via the path behind the regimental headquarters.

The entire village remained as quiet as ever.

No one noticed that he had come and gone in the night.

He pushed open the door and entered the room, gently closed it, and sat on the edge of the bed for a while.

Then he took off his shoes, lay down, put his hands behind his head, and looked at the dark roof.

A moment later, he closed his eyes.

He slept neither deeply nor lightly that night.

The body recovered its strength during deep rest, but the mind remained subtly alert, as if it could wake up at any moment.

The next morning.

Zhou Tianyang woke up while it was still light.

A night's rest restored most of his energy.

He sat up, got dressed, pushed open the door, and went outside.

The air above the threshing ground was filled with the sound of rattling, and the soldiers had not yet begun their morning exercises.

Only the first wisp of smoke had risen from the cooking area.

Old Ma was squatting next to the stove, adding firewood into the firebox.

Zhou Tianyang did not go to the regimental headquarters.

Instead, they headed directly towards the First Battalion's barracks.

The soldiers of the First Battalion lived in the row of adobe houses at the east end of the village.

Most people were already awake; some were washing their faces in the courtyard, while others were tidying up their rooms.

Upon seeing Zhou Tianyang walk in, several soldiers who were washing their hands by the well immediately stood at attention and saluted.

"Commander!"

Zhou Tianyang waved his hand, his gaze sweeping across the courtyard.

Zhao Wenlong just came out of the house, holding a piece of dry food in his hand, about to put it in his mouth.

Upon seeing Zhou Tianyang, he put down his dry rations and quickly approached him.

"Commander, what brings you here so early?"

"Wenlong, take a company of soldiers and come with me to a place to move some things."

Zhao Wenlong paused for a moment, stuffed the dry rations into his pocket, turned around and shouted into the yard.

"One line, assemble!"

In less than five minutes, more than a hundred soldiers lined up at the entrance of the courtyard.

Zhao Wenlong walked to the front of the line, checked everyone over, and then turned to look at Zhou Tianyang.

"Commander, everyone's here."

"Let's go."

Zhou Tianyang didn't explain further and turned to walk out of the village.

Zhao Wenlong followed behind.

More than a hundred soldiers lined up in two columns and followed in neat steps.

The group left the village along the dirt road at the entrance and turned onto the path leading to the mountain valley.

It took about twenty minutes to walk.

The group crossed the low mountain ridge.

They stopped at the entrance of the cave, which was hidden by thorns.

Zhou Tianyang walked to the cave entrance, pushed aside the vines, and squeezed inside.

Zhao Wenlong followed behind him, and when his gaze fell on the neatly arranged wooden boxes in the cave, he suddenly froze.

He walked quickly to the nearest wooden crate, squatted down, and looked inside.

He turned to look at Zhou Tianyang, his voice filled with an incredible excitement.

"Commander, this is... a mortar?"

"right."

Zhou Tianyang spoke calmly, as if it were nothing more than an ordinary matter.

Zhao Wenlong suddenly stood up, walked to another wooden box, squatted down and pried open the lid.

Inside was a brand new mortar.

He then pried open the wooden crate next to him, which contained artillery shells.

Zhao Wenlong's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

He turned his head and looked at Zhou Tianyang.

The meaning in his eyes was beyond words.

"Let's move it back."

Zhao Wenlong took a deep breath, then turned around and shouted towards the outside of the cave.

"Come in and move your things!"

More than a hundred soldiers responded and crawled into the cave.

Two people worked together to carry the wooden crates out one by one.

Wooden crates were carried out of the cave one after another.

Zhou Tianyang stood at the cave entrance, watching the busy figures of the soldiers.

Twenty mortars and six hundred shells were all brought out.

Zhao Wenlong organized the soldiers to start moving the load back.

They carried the boxes on their shoulders, two people at a time.

Everyone in the group had an undisguised smile on their face.

When we returned to Lijia Yu.

The sun has already risen.

On the threshing ground, the soldiers of the New Second Regiment were doing their morning exercises.

As the soldiers carrying the load passed by, soldiers from other battalions couldn't help but stop and glance at them, their eyes filled with curiosity.

Zhou Tianyang directed the soldiers of the First Battalion to move the wooden crates into the warehouse next to the regimental headquarters.

Zhao Wenlong stood at the warehouse entrance, looking at the wooden crates, then turned to Zhou Tianyang, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"Commander, if this batch of cannons were assigned to the artillery battalion, the firepower of our New Second Regiment would more than double."

Zhou Tianyang glanced at him, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

"Go and call Battalion Commander Tian here."

Zhao Wenlong responded and turned to run.

Less than ten minutes.

Tian Guoqiang followed Zhao Wenlong quickly to the warehouse.

As he entered the warehouse, his gaze fell upon the twenty mortars, and he abruptly stopped in his tracks.

He stood there, as if nailed to the spot, motionless for a long time.

His gaze swept from the first cannon to the last.

He swept his gaze from the last door back to the first, his lips slightly parted, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

He then walked quickly to the nearest wooden crate, squatted down, ran his hand over the gun barrel, and checked the gun mount and sights.

His movements were very light, as if he were touching something extremely precious.

He stood up, walked to another cannon, and repeated the same action.

After inspecting three cannons in a row.

He turned around and looked at Zhou Tianyang, his voice unusually hoarse.

"Commander, are these all 60mm mortars?"

"right."

"A total of twenty doors."

Tian Guoqiang's lips suddenly parted into a wide grin, then he forced it down, and then it parted again.

He walked back to Zhou Tianyang, his voice filled with the excitement of finally finding an outlet after suppressing his emotions for a long time.

"Commander, when I was in the brigade headquarters, the artillery company only had four cannons at most, and they were the old-fashioned Type 89 cannons, with the rifling almost worn down."

"These twenty doors of yours..."

He paused, as if something was blocking his throat.

"With these cannons, our artillery battalion can finally be considered a true artillery battalion!"