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

Upon hearing the political commissar's words, Brigade Commander Chen smiled wryly.

"Old Wang, do you think Li Yunlong can avoid trouble?"

"If that kid doesn't cause trouble, he wouldn't be called Li Yunlong."

"I just hope he doesn't cause too much trouble."

"At least don't leave me unable to handle it."

They both laughed.

After laughing, Brigade Commander Chen said seriously.

"Old Wang, why don't you draft a report?"

"Report our decision to the division headquarters."

"Cheng Shifa has taken over as commander of the 772nd Regiment."

"Li Yunlong was transferred to be the commander of the new First Regiment, and Zhou Tianyang was transferred to be the commander of the new Second Regiment."

Political Commissar Wang nodded.

"Okay, I'll write it now."

He took out paper and pen and began to draft the report.

Brigade Commander Chen stood up and walked to the window.

Outside the window are the continuous Taihang Mountains.

"I don't know if this decision is right or wrong."

He muttered to himself.

Political Commissar Wang raised his head.

"Brigadier, what did you say?"

Brigade Commander Chen shook his head.

"It's nothing."

"I just wanted Li Yunlong and Zhou Tianyang to go out and recruit troops."

"Can we get the new group going?"

Political Commissar Wang thought for a moment.

"Li Yunlong is definitely fine."

"That kid is like an eel; he can survive anywhere."

"As for Zhou Tianyang."

He paused.

"I am a little worried."

"He's too young, only twenty years old."

"Can he build a new regiment from scratch?"

Brigade Commander Chen remained silent for a while.

"Although Zhou Tianyang is young, his performance in the past few years has been quite good."

"Moreover, he's quick-witted and reliable."

"It should be fine."

"We'll see."

He turned around and looked at Political Commissar Wang.

"Do we have anyone better suited for this role?"

Political Commissar Wang thought for a moment and shook his head.

"No, there really isn't."

"Then it's settled."

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

Political Commissar Wang nodded and continued writing the report.

Brigade Commander Chen leaned against the quilt, closing his eyes to rest.

But in his mind, he was already planning the next steps.

The Japanese army launched a nine-pronged attack, and the situation became increasingly tense.

At this time, Li Yunlong and Zhou Tianyang were sent out to form a new regiment.

It is both an opportunity and a challenge.

With the new regiment established, the base area can be expanded.

If it cannot be built, it will not only waste military resources, but may also affect the overall situation.

"I hope these two lads won't let me down."

Brigade Commander Chen muttered to himself.

In no time at all.

Political Commissar Wang finished writing the report and handed it over.

"Brigade Commander, take a look."

Brigade Commander Chen took it and looked at it carefully.

"Okay, that's settled."

He picked up the pen and signed his name.

"Report this to the division headquarters."

"Also, notify Li Yunlong, Zhou Tianyang, and Cheng Shifa."

"Come to the brigade headquarters for a meeting tomorrow morning."

Political Commissar Wang nodded.

"Okay, I'll take care of it right away."

He stood up and walked outside.

As I reached the door, I suddenly turned around.

"Brigade Commander, do you think Li Yunlong will have any objections to this order?"

Brigade Commander Chen smiled.

"Definitely."

"That kid definitely wants to be the commander of the 772nd Regiment."

"If we ask him to go out and form a new group now, do you think he wouldn't have objections?"

Political Commissar Wang frowned.

"What should we do then?"

Brigade Commander Chen waved his hand.

"fine."

Even if he has objections, they won't be too strong.

"Let him take a company of men, fifty guns, and five hundred rounds of ammunition."

"These conditions are already quite good."

"Li Yunlong knew in his heart that this was a sign of the brigade headquarters' trust in him."

"If it were someone else, who would feel comfortable letting them go out and build a team?"

Political Commissar Wang nodded.

"Too."

"What if he still has objections?"

Brigade Commander Chen snorted.

"Even if you have complaints, you have to keep them to yourself!"

"Military orders are absolute; what makes Li Yunlong think he can defy the heavens?"

If all else fails...

He paused, then smiled.

"I'll scold him, and he'll behave."

Political Commissar Wang also smiled.

"Brigade Commander, you've got Li Yunlong figured out."

Brigade Commander Chen waved his hand.

"It's not about having him figured out, it's about understanding him."

"That kid is born in the Year of the Donkey."

"If you stroke it gently, it will kick up a tantrum."

"If you whip him, he'll behave himself."

The two looked at each other and laughed.

Political Commissar Wang turned and walked out of the room.

……

The next day, just as dawn broke.

Zhou Tianyang then woke up.

To be precise, he was awakened by the abundant power within his body.

A deep night's sleep left him feeling refreshed and full of energy.

He moved his shoulder; he could no longer feel any pain from the gunshot wound in his chest.

Even the itching disappeared.

"It's time to be discharged."

Zhou Tianyang turned around.

I straightened my clothes and then went out to find Dr. Zhang.

Dr. Zhang Yuan was sitting in his simple consultation room organizing medicines.

It was called a clinic, but it was actually just a slightly cleaner mud-brick house.

There was a table and a few chairs, and several wooden crates were piled up in the corner.

It contained medicines collected from the battlefield.

Most of them were spoils of war captured from the Japanese army.

"Dr. Zhang."

Zhou Tianyang pushed open the door and went inside.

Zhang Yuan looked up and saw Zhou Tianyang standing at the door.

He was wearing a gray military uniform, and his back was ramrod straight.

Her face still had a healthy rosy glow.

He froze for a moment.

"Battalion Commander Zhou?"

"Why are you up?"

Zhou Tianyang walked to the table, his tone calm but firm.

"Dr. Zhang, I want to be discharged."

Zhang Yuan frowned and stood up.

"You've only been here a few days?"

"You were shot in the left chest and were in a coma for three days. You've only been awake for two days and you already want to be discharged?"

"Are you out of your mind?"

Zhou Tianyang did not argue.

He simply reached out and unbuttoned his military uniform, revealing the bandage wrapped around his left chest.

"Dr. Zhang, please take a look at the wound."

Zhang Yuan hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and carefully unwrapped the bandage.

The bandages were unwrapped one by one, revealing the wound underneath.

Zhang Yuan's eyes widened even more.

The wound has completely healed.

There is a scar on the new skin, but there is no redness, swelling, bleeding, or signs of infection.

This is not the recovery speed one would expect from a gunshot wound.

Even a regular knife wound, let alone a gunshot wound, wouldn't heal like this in just a few days.

Zhang Yuan reached out and gently pressed the skin around the wound, then picked up Zhou Tianyang's wrist to take his pulse.

The pulse was strong and powerful, steady and full, showing no signs of weakness from a recent serious injury.

"This...this is impossible."

Zhang Yuan muttered to himself, his brows furrowing into a deep frown.

"I have been practicing medicine for nearly 20 years and I have never seen anything like this before."

"The bullet went through his left chest, just half an inch from his heart, and the wound has completely healed in just a few days?"

"Battalion Commander Zhou, tell me honestly, is there something I don't know?"

Zhou Tianyang remained calm.

"Dr. Zhang, I'm young, so I recover quickly."

"young?"

Zhang Yuan looked up at Zhou Tianyang, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"In all my years in the army, I've seen hundreds, if not thousands, of young soldiers, but I've never seen anyone recover like you."

"This isn't just a quick recovery, it's practically..."

He opened his mouth, as if to say something that defied common sense.

But he swallowed the words back down his throat.

Miracles are indeed common in places like field hospitals.

But no wounded soldier has ever survived a bullet penetrating his left chest.

The wound healed completely in just a few days, and I was able to walk again. My complexion was even better than before I was injured.

"Dr. Zhang."

Zhou Tianyang remained calm.

"I feel great now. I have no discomfort, my wounds don't hurt anymore, and I'm ready to rejoin the team."

"My troops are waiting for me; I can't lie in the hospital."

Dr. Zhang remained silent for a long time.

He examined Zhou Tianyang's wound again, took his pulse, and finally sighed.

"Medically speaking, I cannot explain your current situation."

"But in reality, your wound has indeed healed, your body temperature is normal, your pulse is strong, and your cardiopulmonary function is good."

"From a medical perspective, you are ready to be discharged."

He stood up, tidying up the medicines as he gave instructions.

"But I must remind you that although the wound has healed, it is still a gunshot wound, and the internal wounds may not be fully healed yet."

"Within one month of returning to the team, you cannot engage in strenuous exercise, lift heavy objects, or..."

"I see."

Zhou Tianyang interrupted him and retightened his military uniform.

"Thank you, Dr. Zhang."

He turned around and walked out of the consultation room.

Dr. Zhang stared at his departing figure for a long time, stunned.

Then he sat back down in his chair.

Opening the medical record book on the table, I wrote on Zhou Tianyang's medical record:

"The gunshot wound is healing abnormally fast, and the cause is unknown."

"The patient was in good health and had no discomfort when discharged from the hospital."

After writing those words, he stopped again.

He wanted to add a suggestion to observe further, but after thinking about it, he decided not to.