With three superpowers at his fingertips, he could dominate the 1970s.

Song Yanzhou hadn't gone far into the town when he ran into a group of People's Liberation Army soldiers who were heading towards Kaoshantun. Leading them was Officer Li from the county's armed forces department. Upon meeting, Song Yanzhou succinctly explained the situation: "Wang Qiang has been apprehended. The news has probably leaked out, and the secret agents will definitely gather men tonight to seize him—at least fifty, I estimate."

Officer Li's face hardened. "I just brought a company over. Perfect timing to give these bastards a good fight!" He pointed to the soldiers behind him. "They're all elite; I guarantee we'll wipe them out!"

"Send someone to the town to make a phone call and have the follow-up troops block their retreat," Song Yanzhou decided decisively. "We'll lead our men around from the deep mountains, form an encirclement, and wait for them to walk right into our trap."

The two had a clear division of labor: Song Yanzhou followed the main force into the deep mountains, while Officer Li went to the town to contact reinforcements. The soldiers moved swiftly through the forest in civilian clothes, and soon reached the vicinity of the cave, where they joined up with the team that had stayed behind and immediately formed an encirclement.

Meanwhile, Jiang Zhiyu was busy in her space. She watched as the ginseng on the slope grew taller and the caps of the lingzhi mushrooms became thicker. She nodded in satisfaction, then killed two plump pheasants, threw them into a clay pot, added spiritual spring water and the angelica and astragalus grown in her space, and also picked two ginseng roots, slowly simmering them.

"I'll go see my parents tonight and give them some nourishing soup." She smelled the aroma of herbs wafting from the pot and smiled – this soup had been simmering all afternoon, and it was not only good for their health, but even minor ailments could be relieved by drinking a bowl of it.

"Host! Gunshots are ringing out outside!" 0047 shouted excitedly. "It's fighting! It's fighting!"

Jiang Zhiyu lifted the pot lid, ladled out a large bowl of pheasant soup, and put it into a thermos: "What's the rush? Let's go see my parents first."

She left the space, locked the courtyard gate, and made her way to the cowshed under the cover of night. At this time, every household in Kaoshantun had its doors and windows tightly shut, and there were hardly any kerosene lamps. Only the rustling of the wind through the leaves made the distant gunshots sound exceptionally clear.

"Knock knock knock." She gently knocked on the wooden door of the cowshed.

The door opened a crack, and Mr. Jiang peeked out. Seeing it was her, his face immediately darkened, and he pulled her inside: "You child! Are you out of your mind? Daring to wander around like this tonight!"

Jiang's mother quickly took the thermos from her hand, opened it, and the rich aroma of meat instantly filled the air. Her eyes reddened: "Silly child, even in such danger you're still thinking of us..."

"Eat first." Jiang Zhiyu handed over the bowl. "I stewed this all afternoon to nourish your body."

Mr. Jiang was about to scold her when Mrs. Jiang pulled him back, saying, "Eat first, don't let the child's good intentions go to waste." Helpless, Mr. Jiang turned around and took out a large bowl from the cupboard, filling it to the brim. "I'll take this to Old Qi next door. They haven't had a proper meal lately."

Hearing the commotion, Mr. and Mrs. Qi, who lived next door, opened the door and saw Mr. Jiang carrying chicken soup. They quickly declined, saying, "We can't accept this..."

"Here, the child specially stewed extra." Without further ado, Father Jiang shoved the bowl into his hands. "Why don't you come and eat with us? It'll be more lively."

Qi Zhengli and his wife didn't refuse; they had their suspicions. They followed them into the cowshed, and when they saw Jiang Zhiyu, their eyes welled up with tears: "Little Jiang, you've gone to so much trouble again..."

"Please sit down." Jiang Zhiyu smiled as she served them soup. "Uncle Qi, Aunt Qi, how have you been lately?"

"Good, very good!" Qi Zhengli sighed. "Thanks to the quilt you sent, otherwise I really wouldn't have been able to get through this weather." As he spoke, he took out a pigeon blood stone gourd from his pocket, with the character "Qi" engraved on the bottom. "My wife and I have fallen to this state, and we don't have anything of value. Take this, it's a family heirloom. After we're exonerated, your uncle will get you a better one."

"This is too expensive..." Jiang Zhiyu quickly declined.

"Take it!" Qi Zhengli said sternly. "A gift from an elder should not be refused! Besides, this is a gift for the child's first meeting. Your parents have no objections, so why are you turning it down?"

Mr. and Mrs. Jiang smiled and nodded, "Please accept Old Qi's kind offer."

Qi Zhengli's wife, Liu Hong, also held Jiang Zhiyu's hand: "Daughter, please, I'm begging you, please accept us. We don't have any children, and we treat you like our own daughter. If you don't mind, how about we be your godparents?"

Jiang Zhiyu felt a warmth in her heart. She looked at her parents, who nodded, and without hesitation, called out, "Godfather! Godmother!"

"Oh! Oh! Good child! Good child!" Qi Zhengli and his wife burst into tears instantly, and Liu Hong held her hand tightly, saying, "Take this first, godmother has many more good things, they'll all be yours later!"

The four sat around a low table, wolfing down the chicken soup. Qi Zhengli and his wife thought the soup tasted exceptionally sweet tonight, even better than the ones they ate in fancy restaurants when they were young—little did they know that spiritual spring water and spatial herbs had been added to the soup, making it exceptionally delicious.

As they were eating, the gunfire outside grew increasingly intense. Jiang's mother pulled Jiang Zhiyu's hand: "It's chaotic outside. Stay here tonight and don't go out."

"Don't worry, Mom," Jiang Zhiyu reassured her. "I'm capable of protecting myself. I've had some extraordinary encounters recently, which I can't tell you about, but protecting myself is absolutely no problem."

Jiang's father was taken aback. Looking at his daughter's recent changes, he suddenly remembered what happened back then: "When you were 5 years old, you fell into the water. An old Taoist priest said that 'one of your souls is in another world, and the other soul returns to the vast sky and sea.' Could it be...?"

Jiang Zhiyu was instantly shocked, and 0047 was also shouting in her mind!

[Host, this world is truly wondrous, with so many extraordinary people.] Jiang Zhiyu was also deeply shocked; there really are people beyond people, and heavens beyond heavens.

She then chimed in, "Yes! I have a lot of strange knowledge in my mind, and I have also learned that no one can hurt me."

Mr. and Mrs. Qi were stunned, and they felt even more that this child was extraordinary. They had truly struck gold!

Jiang Zhiyu didn't linger. After they finished their soup, she got up and said, "I'm going to check on the situation. Lock the door and don't come out."

Under the cover of darkness, she crept towards the area of ​​heaviest gunfire. Just as she reached the edge of the battlefield, she saw three furtive figures darting behind the mountain—clearly spies trying to escape. Jiang Zhiyu moved swiftly, circling behind them and delivering a swift chop to each of them. The three men collapsed to the ground without uttering a sound.

"Perfect timing, I'll take you to see the People's Liberation Army." She picked up the three of them like chicks and walked towards Song Yanzhou.

At this moment, Song Yanzhou was directing the battle from beside a boulder. He didn't even flinch when he saw Jiang Zhiyu carrying three people over. The guard beside him, however, was utterly astonished—this woman looked thin, but her strength was terrifying!

"He ran away, and I knocked him unconscious." Jiang Zhiyu threw him on the ground. "I hit him a little too hard; he'll probably be unconscious for an hour."

"Thank you." Song Yanzhou nodded and said to the guard, "Keep a close eye on it, we'll interrogate them together later."

Jiang Zhiyu strolled around like a spectator. The battles here were still primarily man-based; the weapons were inadequate! She needed to find an opportunity to upgrade the country's equipment.

Another half hour passed, and a soldier came running up, panting: "Reporting, Commander! The enemy has been completely annihilated! Forty-seven dead, eight captured alive..." He paused, then his expression froze when he saw the three lying on the ground. "Uh, eleven captured alive! Battle over!"

"Pfft, hahaha!" Jiang Zhiyu was amused by the little soldier's facial expression! The others, seeing that the battle was over, also showed relaxed smiles!

Song Yanzhou asked, "What are our casualties?"

"Six soldiers were shot, none seriously, and they have been taken to the hospital by ambulance!"

"Alright." Song Yanzhou ordered, "Assemble the troops and head into the mountains to transport the munitions. Make sure they're all out tonight!"

"yes!"

Seeing that there was no more excitement to watch, Jiang Zhiyu waved to Song Yanzhou, turned around and left, looking just like an old man leaving a play after watching it.

Song Yanzhou watched her retreating figure and shook his head helplessly—this Comrade Jiang was truly unfathomable. However, he liked her carefree and easygoing nature.

Jiang Zhiyu didn't return to the cowshed; she went straight back to her small courtyard. Once inside her spatial dimension, she scooped up a bowl of spiritual spring water, drank it, and prepared to rest!