Great Power Reclamation

Chapter 3002 Gesang Flowers on the Zhuoma Plateau
Gesang's family, along with Han Ye and the volunteer teachers, seemed to be arranged by an invisible hand, leaving the plateau that held so many of their stories in a daze yet naturally.

Upon arriving in Beijing, the true intentions behind the seemingly ordinary "lease agreement" and "academic exchange" invitation gradually became clear.

Han Ye and Zhuoma didn't even have time to savor the prosperity and unfamiliarity of the capital before they were sent directly to a secret base that couldn't be found on any map.

For them, enlisting in the army was not a choice, but rather a predetermined path that fate had set after many twists and turns.

The base is nestled deep within the rolling mountains of the north, isolated from the world, with a somber atmosphere. The training here is far more brutal and realistic than any special forces scenario Han Ye has ever seen in movies.

Zhuoma, this highland girl who grew up in hardship, has shown amazing resilience.

The harsh life on the plateau had etched the word "endurance" into her very bones. Overloaded physical training, monotonous drills, and strict, almost inhumane, housekeeping regulations…

These projects, which would break many new recruits, were to her just another form of "herding" and "labor".

She silently endured everything, her eyes still as clear and firm as a highland lake, only now they held a hint of the sharpness of a soldier.

The only thing she needed to overcome was the "oxygen intoxication" that came with arriving at low altitudes—the dizziness, weakness, and drowsiness that made her feel like she was seriously ill for the first few days.

But she gritted her teeth and persevered with her strong willpower, and soon became very comfortable in her new environment.

Her shooting talent astonished the instructors the first time she touched a gun—her innate stability and keen intuition for targets seemed to be a legacy flowing in the blood of Tibetans.

In contrast, Han Ye's situation was much more difficult. Although he had been tempered by the high plateau and his willpower was countless times stronger than when he ran away from home, this systematic, high-intensity military training aimed at destroying and rebuilding a person in a short period of time still exceeded the limits of his imagination.

The extreme physical exhaustion, the intense mental tension, the instructors' relentless reprimands, and the suffocating feeling of having no personal space or time and being reduced to a cold, symbolic number all caused him to curl up on his hard bed countless times at night, staring at the ceiling, filled with self-doubt and the pain of being on the verge of collapse.

He recalled the resolute decision he made when he left home, the joy of finding value on the plateau, and the promise he made to Zhuoma…

Was all of this just to come to this place, which is even harsher than the plateau, to suffer?

For the first time, he felt complex emotions about the blood flowing through his veins—blood that bestowed upon him a certain "destiny," but also brought an unimaginable burden.

Their instructor, named Ye Shan, didn't have a high rank on his shoulder insignia, but the sharpness in his eyes and the murderous aura he exuded instilled awe in all the new recruits.

Han Ye later learned that this cold and aloof instructor was actually the son of his legendary second uncle, Ye Yufan, and his cousin.

Ye Shan did not show Han Ye any preferential treatment because of this relationship; on the contrary, he made even stricter demands.

He clearly remembered his father Ye Yufan's instructions and was well aware of the Han family's importance and sacrifices in this special institution.

Han Ye's nominal father, his uncle (from Han Xiaojing's perspective), was the one who was seriously injured during a secret mission in his early years and eventually died.

As for Aunt Han Xiaojing, if it weren't for Ye Yuze's chance rescue back then, she would have already died on the battlefield.

The successor of the Han family must not be a hothouse flower, nor a hotheaded youth driven only by enthusiasm.

He must be a sharp knife, forged through countless trials, capable of stepping up at the most critical moment, and never dulling its edge.

"Han Ye! Are you acting like you're herding sheep? This is a military camp, not your backyard!"

"If you can't handle it, then get out! The Han family doesn't need another young master like you!"

"Think of your father! Think of your aunt! How can you face the blood they shed?!"

Ye Shan's roars often echoed across the training field, lashing at Han Ye's heart like a whip.

Every time I was on the verge of giving up, the vague yet heroic image of my father and the resolute look in my aunt's eyes would uncontrollably appear in my mind.

This was an invisible pressure, but also a powerful driving force. He couldn't back down, he couldn't bring shame to the Han family, and he couldn't let all his previous persistence and searching become a joke.

Sweat, blood, and tears mingled together. Han Ye repeatedly pushed his physical and mental limits.

He went from vomiting after just three kilometers to eventually completing a 50-kilometer mountain cross-country run fully equipped; from missing the target in shooting to hitting the bullseye every time.

From being instantly defeated in hand-to-hand combat to being able to exchange a few blows with Hayama, his skin became dark and rough, his eyes lost their last trace of naivety, becoming calm and sharp, and his muscle lines were clearly highlighted by the brutal training.

The "Teacher Han" who shone with idealism on the plateau is being forged into a true warrior.

During training breaks, he and Zhuoma could occasionally catch a glimpse of each other from afar in the canteen or during assembly.

No words were needed; a single glance was enough for them to feel each other's perseverance and encouragement. Zhuoma's calmness and strength became a warm and steady light for Han Ye as he groped his way through the darkness.

After an extreme wilderness survival training session, everyone was nearly exhausted.

Ye Shan stood at the front of the line, his gaze sweeping over the young faces that were filled with fatigue and determination, finally pausing slightly on Han Ye and Zhuoma.

"I know many of you are cursing me in your hearts."

Hayama's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable power:
"But you must remember, all the sweat and even blood you shed today are for the sake of surviving on the battlefield and completing your missions in the future!"

“You are not ordinary soldiers. The missions you will face in the future will be far more brutal and complex than you can imagine. There is no room for trial and error here.”

He looked at Han Ye with deep eyes: "Han Ye, Zhuoma. You come from a family that values ​​both honor and sacrifice, and from the most simple yet resilient land."

"Let your past, whether it be the mission of your family or the gifts of the plateau, flow into your blood. They are not a burden, but your most powerful weapons."

"The training has only just begun."

Han Ye straightened his chest and met Ye Shan's gaze.

At that moment, all the confusion and resentment in his heart seemed to be washed away by the mountain wind.

He understood that this was his new "canyon," a place he had to conquer and establish himself in.

The silent yet powerful girl beside him, and the family blood flowing through his veins, will support him on his journey until he becomes a pillar of society, worthy of trust and support, just like his father.

His journey is far from over. But he is ready.

The days on the training field are measured in seconds. They are tedious and repetitive, yet incredibly fulfilling, pushing one's willpower and physical strength to their limits before forcibly stretching and reshaping them.

Han Ye stopped thinking about "why me" and stopped worrying about the surnames "Han" and "Ye".

When he pieced together his father’s short but heroic life from Ye Shan’s words and from some dusty archives with only vague outlines, he realized that his father had lived a short but heroic life.

After learning about my aunt Han Xiaojing's countless brushes with death, an unprecedented sense of heaviness and clarity descended upon me at the same time.

His father, the man he only vaguely remembered from photographs, did not die from an ordinary accident or illness.

Instead, many years ago, during an extremely dangerous secret operation, he was seriously wounded while protecting his comrades and important intelligence, and ultimately burned out his life in endless pain and perseverance.

He is a true hero, silently becoming one of the cornerstones protecting this land.

His aunt, Han Xiaojing, who is actually his mother, has a seemingly calm and tough exterior, but she also has a history of narrowly escaping death many times.

If it weren't for the favor of fate and Ye Yuze's timely appearance, Han Ye wouldn't even have had the chance to come into this world.

These realizations were like cold water quenching a fire, extinguishing the last trace of youthful confusion and resentment in his heart.

Born into such a family, glory and sacrifice are twin flowers that are inherent to him. He cannot, and absolutely will not, allow himself to become a fragile or even broken link in this chain of glory.

"Don't back down." These three words became the only cry in his heart as he gritted his teeth and persevered.

The pain of training is tangible: armed cross-country running makes your lungs wheeze like bellows, and every breath smells of blood.

He lost sensation in his arm from aiming the gun, and was sustained only by willpower.

During the fight, he was relentlessly slammed onto the hard ground by Hayama time and time again, his bones protesting.

He endured extreme wilderness survival in mud, cold, and hunger, pushing the limits of human endurance... But he stopped complaining. He even began to meet these challenges in an almost self-destructive way.

Each time he was on the verge of collapse, what appeared before his eyes was no longer the blue sky and white clouds of the plateau, but the more brutal battle scenes his father might have experienced, and the scars on his aunt's body that he had never seen with his own eyes, but which must have existed.

The most direct benchmark is right in front of us—Instructor Ye Shan.

After a high-intensity physical training session, Ye Shan perhaps felt that these rookies needed a more direct "stimulation," or perhaps he saw the increasingly determined flame in Han Ye's eyes. He unusually took off his training uniform shirt, which was already soaked with sweat.

In an instant, the entire training ground fell silent.

His bronze skin was covered with crisscrossing scars.

The dents left by bullet holes, the long marks left by sharp blades, the burns and irregular lacerations caused by explosions... the old and new overlap, like a cruel war map, silently telling the story of the countless life-and-death trials the owner has experienced.

Every scar tells a story, a battle with death.

Han Ye's gaze was fixed on those scars, his heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and his breath caught in his throat.

That wasn't ugliness; it was a breathtaking medal written with one's life.

Ye Shan scanned the crowd expressionlessly, his gaze finally settling on Han Ye's face. His voice was calm yet carried immense weight:
"See? This is the kind of souvenir we might leave behind in this line of work. Are you scared? It's not too late to quit now."

No one spoke. Only heavy breathing filled the air.

Han Ye suddenly straightened his back and shouted with all his might, "I'm not afraid!"

The light in his eyes was not impulsive, but a kind of almost devout longing.

He wanted to become that kind of person too! Like his father, like his aunt, like his cousin covered in scars!

To become a true and reliable sharp blade, to protect those who need protection, and to shoulder the inescapable responsibility bestowed upon him by his bloodline.

Surname? Han Ye or Ye Han? It doesn't matter anymore. What matters is that he is their descendant, one of the future loyal guardians of this land.

He wants to use his own sweat, his own blood, and even the scars that may remain in the future to prove that he is worthy of this legacy.

The training remained brutal, but Han Ye's heart was more resolute and calm than ever before.

He took the initiative to practice more, study tactics, and humbly seek advice. His rapid progress even made Ye Shan nod in approval.

This young man, who once found solace on the plateau, is now undergoing another transformation and sublimation of his soul on another, even more brutal "plateau."

He knew that the road ahead was long, but he would walk it step by step with determination until one day he could stand proudly under the glory of his fathers and become their true pride.

And Zhuoma, that girl who was also quietly persevering and growing rapidly, was his warmest and most steadfast companion on this journey.

Their love, forged in the crucible of iron and blood, deepened and matured. A glance, a silent encouragement as they brushed past each other, were enough to sustain them through the most difficult times.

The fledgling eagle is truly forging its own steel wings amidst storms and flames.

Okay, let's continue to explore the shining points of the character Zhuoma, allowing her to shine uniquely amidst the grueling training.

Life at the training base is like a giant crucible, forging the body and will of every individual.

In this group of soldiers, which was mainly composed of men, Zhuoma's presence was initially like a Gesang flower that had strayed into the steel forest, delicate yet conspicuous.

But soon, she proved her resilience and value in her own unique way, making everyone look at her with new eyes.

Zhuoma is a woman of few words, even somewhat taciturn. But her eyes, as clear as a highland lake, seem to see through everything.

When studying tactical theory, many well-educated students from cities may get bogged down in complex theoretical deductions, but Zhuoma always manages to grasp the most crucial core concepts with an almost instinctive intuition.

A simulation exercise has reached a stalemate. The commander (played by Hayama) is holding a strategically important position with well-equipped firepower; a direct assault would inevitably result in heavy losses. Most of the team members propose flanking maneuvers and feints to try and draw the enemy out.

When it was Drolma's turn to speak, she pointed to an inconspicuous folded area on the sand table marked "seasonally dried-up riverbed," and said in clear Mandarin with a Tibetan accent:
"You can go there at night. The sound will be absorbed by the stones, and the wind will blow in that direction."

She further explained that animals use such terrain and wind direction when tracking prey or avoiding wolves on the grasslands.

She didn't possess profound military theoretical knowledge; she simply seamlessly integrated the wisdom of grassland survival into modern tactics. Her plan was bold and ingenious, utilizing the most easily overlooked natural conditions.

Ye Shan stared at the sand table for a long time, then slowly nodded:
“Utilize nature, remain hidden. Very good, Zhuoma, you remind us that sometimes even the most advanced equipment cannot compare to our understanding of the land beneath our feet.”

At that moment, what shone in Zhuoma's eyes was not pride, but a restrained radiance of recognition.

When the training entered the wilderness survival phase, Zhuoma's strengths were on full display. She felt as if she had returned to the familiar plateau, only this time the "grassland" had been replaced by the deep forests of the north.

Identifying edible plants, finding water sources, setting traps that won't disturb animals, and building shelters that can withstand wind and cold using minimal materials...

These projects, which gave other team members, including Han Ye, a lot of headaches, were as natural as breathing for Zhuoma.

She can even accurately predict subtle changes in the weather by observing clouds, wind direction, and animal behavior.

During a nighttime infiltration training exercise, the team lost its way in the complex mountainous terrain, and their supplies were about to run out.

Anxiety permeated the group. It was Zhuoma who, by touching the direction of the moss's growth (the damp side) and observing the starry sky (although the northern starry sky is slightly different from that of the plateau, the basic principles are the same), calmly led the team to the designated meeting point, less than ten minutes late.

She not only survived herself, but also quietly helped her teammates.

She would share the high-energy wild fruits she found with her exhausted companions, and use the herbs she found to treat the wounds of team members who had accidentally cut themselves.

Her actions were silent, yet like a gentle stream, they warmed and united the entire team.

The team members began to genuinely call her "Master Zhuoma" and asked her for advice on wilderness survival skills.

For Han Ye, Zhuoma's existence transcended that of a comrade-in-arms. She was his only warm and stable anchor in this cold, harsh, and often suffocating environment.

When Han Ye falls into self-doubt because he can't meet Ye Shan's requirements for a certain tactical move, when he suffers unbearable pain due to the recurrence of an old injury (a lingering symptom from the high altitude) caused by high-intensity training, when he is occasionally troubled by family responsibilities and the pressure of an unknown future late at night...

He didn't need to say much. Zhuoma could always keenly sense his emotional fluctuations. She wouldn't offer comforting words with flowery language; she might simply hand him a sweet and sour wild fruit that she had deliberately saved during their field training as he passed by.

Or, before gathering, they can silently convey the belief that "you can do it" through their eyes.

Or, during a rare break, she might sit not far from him and softly hum the ancient Tibetan song that had once comforted him at his sickbed on the plateau.

The melodious yet slightly desolate tune seemed to transcend time and space, bringing the purity and vastness of the plateau to this solemn military camp, instantly soothing Han Ye's anxiety and unease.

Her resilience reflected his perseverance; her calmness soothed his turmoil.

In this unique environment, their love had long since transcended romantic love, evolving into a deeper bond of camaraderie and spiritual connection. They were each other's mirror and each other's strongest support.

Zhuoma is not without her weaknesses. Her academic foundation is relatively weak, and she struggles greatly with learning complex electronic device operations and foreign language instructions. But her indomitable spirit is on full display at this moment.

While others were resting, she would hold her textbooks and dictionary, studying each word carefully and practicing pronunciation over and over again.

She would humbly seek advice from Han Ye and other team members with higher levels of education, patiently and tirelessly. Her notebook was filled with annotations and drawings, some of which were marked in Tibetan to help her understand.

Her progress may not have been the fastest, but her hard work and perseverance moved all the instructors.

After a cultural subject exam, Ye Shan looked at Zhuoma's test paper, which, although not top-tier, was vastly different from her initial score, and sighed to his assistant:
"This girl has a fire burning inside her. Give her time, and she can burn away all the obstacles in her way."

Zhuoma, this girl from the plateau, is transforming her love for her homeland, her reverence for life, and her loyalty to Han Ye and this new responsibility into the driving force for moving forward.

Like a polished diamond, she gradually revealed her restrained yet incredibly brilliant brilliance in the unique environment of the military camp.

She is not only Han Ye's lover, but is also becoming a trustworthy and outstanding soldier. Her story is also a moving legend in this special unit.