A courtyard house; Li Yunlong, a subordinate of the deputy director of Harbin Military Engineering I

After dinner, Director Nie led Zhang Renfeng to the study.

The older generation spends most of their time on work, talking about it during meals and continuing to talk about it after meals.

As the acting chief of staff, he had to report the battlefield situation to his superiors almost every day. Right now, everyone was concerned about the outcome of this battle. It was a battle in which he fought against the coalition of seventeen nations with his own strength, and countless warriors emerged, their flesh and blood grinding like millstones.

"We've reviewed the plan submitted by your Fourth Army Corps," Director Nie said, his eyes brimming with excitement as he looked at Zhang Renfeng. "It's very forward-thinking."

Zhang Renfeng hadn't even thanked Director Nie for supporting the transfer of Li Yunlong's troops from Fujian Province to the north yet, but taking this opportunity, he solemnly said, "Thank you."

"Hey," Director Nie waved his hand, "look at what you're saying. Don't be so formal at home. It's just that your plan impressed us, not my face, much less my power. Five Sacred Mountains! What an imposing name. You were able to anticipate and deduce the casualties, and through experience, simulate the protracted battle. You've really earned me a lot of face."

As he spoke, he stood up, his voice even more agitated, "Xiyue has been with me the longest. I have no sons, only these two daughters. I hope your future will be happy. Today, taking this opportunity of our conversation, I must solemnly advise you: treat her well!"

Zhang Renfeng shook Director Nie's hand solemnly as well, "Don't worry."

As they were leaving, Director Nie asked Zhang Xiyue to see them off. Watching the young couple's departing figures, Director Nie sighed, "Young Comrade Zhang, youth is truly wonderful. If Brother Tai Lei knew that his daughter married a young, remarkable general, I think he would be extremely happy."

Sister Zhang couldn't help but sigh, "Every step of our revolution was paved with blood, with the bodies of countless martyrs!"

Director Nie wiped his eyes and then said, "Before west Yue left, I told him to tell Ren Feng to get things done this Sunday."

Sister Zhang exclaimed in surprise, "Isn't this a bit too hasty?"

"There's no rush. Commander Chen isn't in good health right now, and Renfeng is handling all the big and small matters of the Corps. Don't waste your time on romance." Sister Zhang didn't have much to say after hearing this; this was just their life.

Deep in the alley, Zhang Xiyue naturally took Zhang Renfeng's arm and whispered, "Comrade Renfeng, Father Nie just told me that we should get things done this Sunday."

Zhang Renfeng had the same idea. "I had the same idea too. There's nothing we need to buy at home. These past few days, Sister Fu has been busy, and although Commander Chen is supposed to be resting, he's been running around doing chores."

"Since the old political commissar is back for a meeting this Sunday, I think we don't need to invite too many guests. Just a few key members of the corps, our two families, and our old leader..."

"However..." Zhang Renfeng said mysteriously, "Let's set the wedding banquet for December 24th."

Zhang Xiyue nodded without hesitation, "I wholeheartedly agree."

"Aren't you going to ask why?" Zhang Renfeng asked curiously.

"From now on, you will take care of external affairs, and I will take care of internal affairs. You will make the decisions on important matters, and I will follow your arrangements on minor matters."

Hearing her say that, Zhang Renfeng's emotional value immediately surged. Isn't this kind of woman a perfect match for my male chauvinism?

The two walked a little further when Zhang Xiyue suddenly stopped and tilted her head to look at him:

"Comrade Renfeng, you said you had this intention. Is it really that you had this intention, or are you just going with the flow?"

I need to find out for sure. What if you actually feel it's too fast, but you don't want to offend Mr. Nie? That could cause problems later on.

Zhang Renfeng was taken aback by her question, then smiled.

He reached out and gently patted Zhang Xiyue's hand, which was wrapped around his arm, and said seriously:

"Comrade from Xiyue, I, Zhang Renfeng, have fought for more than 20 years, and what I hate most is dawdling."

On the battlefield, opportunities are fleeting; if you hesitate for even half a second, enemy bullets will come flying at you.

The same principle applies to dating and getting married. If you've found someone you like, then get it done quickly. What kind of behavior is this, dragging things out?

If you had asked me a few days later, I would have already made a list of how many dishes to serve at the banquet....."

Zhang Renfeng almost blurted out his true thoughts, which was that he had already prepared a major investigation.

Zhang Xiyue blushed even more at his words, but the light in her eyes shone even brighter.

She gently pinched his arm: "Smooth talker. Fine, Sunday it is. I'll ask the factory for leave later. But..."

She paused, lowering her voice slightly, "How is your old brigade commander, Commander Chen, doing? I heard from Nie's father yesterday that his leg ailment has flared up again, and he's unsteady on his feet. If your wedding is too elaborate, and he's busy with everything, I'm afraid he won't be able to handle it."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Renfeng's smile faded somewhat.

"The more you try to stop him, the more energetic he becomes. Even Sister Fu can't control him, so how could I possibly tie him up? But you're right, we can't let him cause too much trouble."

I'm thinking of keeping it simple on Sunday, inviting fewer people, drinking less alcohol, and just having him show up. I'll handle the rest.

Zhang Xiyue nodded: "Then I'll come over early to help you. Although I'm the bride, I'm also a revolutionary comrade, and I can't just sit around waiting to be served."

Looking at her earnest expression, Zhang Renfeng felt both warm and happy inside, but he jokingly said:

"The way you put it makes it sound like I, Zhang Renfeng, married a helper. Fine, let's divide the work and cooperate; we're revolutionary partners too."