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

"Old Li."

Zhou Tianyang spoke softly, breaking the silence.

Li Yunlong did not look up.

"What happened?"

Zhou Tianyang asked, a sense of foreboding already creeping into his heart.

What could turn Li Yunlong into this state must be no small matter.

Li Yunlong remained silent.

He pulled out a crumpled cigarette box.

His fingers trembled as he pulled out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and lit it after striking three matches. He took a deep drag.

Smoke billowed from his mouth and nose.

Zhou Tianyang didn't urge him, but just waited quietly.

He understood people like Li Yunlong.

You can drink with him, you can curse at him, you can bang on the table and argue with him.

But when he doesn't want to talk, pressing him is useless.

After finishing one cigarette, Li Yunlong lit another.

When the second cigarette was halfway through.

He finally spoke, his voice hoarse and dry.

"Old Ye is gone!"

Zhou Tianyang was startled.

He understood what leaving meant, of course.

In this era, on the battlefield, leaving only one meaning.

"When did this happen?"

He asked, his voice becoming somber.

"yesterday."

Li Yunlong took another drag of his cigarette, his eyes behind the smoke turning a frighteningly red.

"He was unfortunately shot and killed in the battle of Changle Village."

He took a deep drag of his cigarette, which made him cough.

The coughing sounded particularly jarring in the quiet room.

Zhou Tianyang closed his eyes and began to recall historical records from his previous life.

Commander Ye was born in 1914.

He joined the Red Army in 1929 and was already a regimental-level cadre during the Long March.

After the outbreak of the War of Resistance against Japan.

He served as the commander of the 772nd Regiment of the 386th Brigade of the 129th Division of the Eighth Route Army.

In April 1938, he died in the Battle of Changle Village during the anti-encirclement campaign against the nine routes in southeastern Shanxi.

He was only twenty-four years old.

Zhou Tianyang opened his eyes and looked out the window.

Battle of Changle Village.

That was a famous battle in the history of the Eighth Route Army, and also the most tragic chapter in the history of the 772nd Regiment.

He remembered that Commander Ye sacrificed his life on April 18th.

The location is Changle Village, Wuxiang County.

Just yesterday.

Twenty-four years old.

He was only four years older than his current body.

This is the true history.

It's not the cold dates and places in textbooks.

But it was a living, breathing person who will never come back.

"That bullet was meant to hit me."

Li Yunlong suddenly spoke.

His voice was so low it sounded like he was talking to himself.

"Old Ye gave me a push, but he himself was a step too slow."

"Zhou Xiaogui, do you know?"

"The bullet went through Lao Ye's chest, and blood spurted out, splashing all over my face."

His voice began to tremble.

"He was looking at me when he fell."

His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't.

"Just like that, it's gone."

Li Yunlong lowered his head again, his shoulders shrugging slightly.

This man didn't even blink when he chopped off the head of a Japanese soldier.

At this moment, I feel like a wounded lone wolf.

In a corner where no one can see, they silently lick their wounds.

Zhou Tianyang neither spoke nor moved.

comfort?

In the face of life and death, any words of comfort are pale and powerless.

A promise of revenge?

That is inevitable.

But to say it now would be to treat that life lightly.

He could only remain silent.

Let silence speak for all the unspoken words.

a long time.

Zhou Tianyang spoke, his voice very soft.

"Old Li, who's in charge of the troupe now?"

This is the most pressing issue at present.

With the regimental commander sacrificed, the troops cannot be without a backbone.

Li Yunlong wiped his face hard, as if trying to erase some emotion from his face.

"I estimate that the brigade headquarters will send someone, or promote one from among the battalion commanders."

He glanced at Zhou Tianyang, his expression complex.

"You, me, and Elder Cheng, the Second Battalion Commander, are all possibilities."

Zhou Tianyang shook his head.

"I'm the least experienced, only twenty years old, impossible."

Li Yunlong sneered.

"Warfare is about skill, not seniority."

"Although you are young, you have fought just as many battles as anyone else in the past few years."

"This achievement and experience are more than enough."

His tone was firm and resolute.

Zhou Tianyang glanced at Li Yunlong.

He knew Li Yunlong was right.

In terms of both military achievements and abilities, he was indeed a strong contender for the position of regimental commander.

As for Blind Cheng, he was Cheng Shifa, the battalion commander of the Second Battalion.

In Li Yunlong's eyes, it seemed to be nothing to mention.

"Old Li."

Zhou Tianyang spoke slowly, his voice steady.

It even carried a touch of sobering coolness.

"Have you considered how the brigade headquarters would react?"

Li Yunlong turned his head and raised his thick eyebrows.

"Whoever is the best fighter, goes up!"

"What's there to consider?"

"It's not that simple."

Zhou Tianyang shook his head.

My thoughts raced through my mind.

As a soldier who traveled from 2025.

He understood better than anyone the Eighth Route Army's considerations in personnel appointments.

That's not just a matter of military achievements and abilities.

It is a complex combination of politics, seniority, military balance, and superior-subordinate relationships.

The placement of a single piece can change the entire game.

"Let's start with Battalion Commander Cheng."

Zhou Tianyang paused.

"He's a year younger than you, and he joined the army a year later than you."

"During the Long March, he was a battalion commander in the Fourth Front Army, and you were a regimental commander."

"When the Eighth Route Army was reorganized, he was a battalion commander, and you became a battalion commander as well."

"Now you are all battalion commanders!"

Li Yunlong snorted coldly.

"I've won just as many battles as he has!"

"That's quite a lot."

Zhou Tianyang said calmly.

"But have you ever considered how many of your victories were won by disobeying orders?"

Li Yunlong was speechless.

He opened his mouth, but no words came out.

"The ambush at Qigeng Village last October."

"The brigade headquarters ordered your battalion to set up an ambush on the west side of the road, but you thought the location was not good and moved the troops to the east side without authorization."

"More than fifty enemy soldiers were killed, and a considerable amount of spoils were captured."

"But do you remember how the brigade commander scolded you after the war?"

"That's a tactical necessity!"

Li Yunlong held his neck straight, like a stubborn donkey that refused to bow its head.

Zhou Tianyang remained noncommittal.

"But it is still disobeying orders."

"And last December, at Shentou Ridge."

"The brigade headquarters has ordered your battalion to serve as the reserve force."

"You, on the other hand, led your troops to circle around to the Japanese flank, almost ruining the entire ambush plan."

"If it weren't for the main force attacking quickly, your entire battalion would have been surrounded and wiped out by the Japanese."

Li Yunlong fell silent.

He just smoked heavily.

"I'm not saying your playing style is wrong."

Zhou Tianyang's tone softened.

"In fact, your tactical intuition is very accurate, and your several unauthorized actions have yielded good results."

"But Lao Li, have you thought about what the higher-ups are thinking about when considering candidates for regimental commander?"

"It's not just about whether you can win battles, it's also about whether you..."

He paused, carefully considering his words.

"Can't you consider the bigger picture?"

Silence fell over the ward once again.

Li Yunlong kept his head down, smoking one cigarette after another.

After a long while, he raised his head, a hint of understanding appearing in his eyes.

"So, you think it's Blind Cheng?"

Zhou Tianyang did not answer directly.

He looked into Li Yunlong's eyes and asked a question in return.

"Old Li, if you had to choose..."

"A battalion commander who can win battles but often disobeys orders."

"And a battalion commander who can execute orders and fight steadily."

Who would you choose as the team leader?

Li Yunlong opened his mouth.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

In the end, he didn't say anything.

The answer is obvious.

At least in the 772nd Regiment, the main force regiment.

The position of regimental commander is of paramount importance.

What the higher-ups need.

He is a person who can fight battles, resolutely execute orders, and consider the overall situation.

Li Yunlong, on the other hand, was not exactly someone who resolutely carried out orders.

"That doesn't necessarily mean it's Blind Cheng!"

Li Yunlong was still not giving up.

The tone rose a few decibels.

"Aren't you also considering the scope?"

"You're young and energetic, and your achievements are no less than those of Blind Cheng."

"The key point is that you've never disobeyed orders!"

Zhou Tianyang gave a wry smile.

this is the key of the problem.

According to my memories from my previous life, Cheng Shifa did indeed succeed Cheng Shifa as the commander of the 772nd Regiment.

Li Yunlong was transferred from the 772nd Regiment to form a new 1st Regiment.

"Old Li."

Zhou Tianyang looked intently at Li Yunlong.

"If, I mean if."

"The regimental commander really gave it to Battalion Commander Cheng, what do you think?"

Li Yunlong suddenly stood up.

He paced restlessly in the ward.

"I refuse to accept this!"

"But we have no choice but to accept it!"

"Military orders are absolute; I understand that principle!"

The voice was loud, yet it carried an indescribable sense of frustration.

"What if we let you leave the 772nd Regiment?"

Zhou Tianyang kept his voice very low.

Li Yunlong suddenly stopped.

He turned his head, his eyes glaring as if he wanted to devour someone.

"On what grounds?"

"I was doing just fine in the 772nd Regiment, why should I be let go?"

"because!!!"

Zhou Tianyang spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice low.

"If Battalion Commander Cheng becomes the regimental commander, you, Li Yunlong, will remain in the First Battalion as the battalion commander."

"Do you submit to his control?"

The second question immediately followed.

"Will the brigade headquarters feel comfortable putting the two of you together?"