Pursued by the Heavenly Dao, first level up in the courtyard.

Elder Mu glanced at the intelligence report brought by his subordinates, his brows furrowing slightly. He said in a deep voice, "These unscrupulous merchants and enemy agents are certainly playing a clever game. They want to use the supply of materials to cause trouble, and they also want to pass on intelligence from the front lines. Do they really think we're easy to bully?"

"Sir, should we arrest them now?"

Elder Mu waved his hand, his eyes sharp as knives: "No rush, alerting them would be troublesome. Go and make the arrangements, continue to keep watch secretly, we'll lay our net and wait, hoping to catch them all in one fell swoop!"

"Yes, Elder, I will arrange it immediately!"

He Daqing, who went to Baocheng with the White Widow, found a job in a factory thanks to his superb cooking skills.

He Daqing, who usually works in the canteen, also makes and sells steamed buns and mantou in his spare time.

He Daqing gave most of his wages from the factory to Bai Xiumei. He kept part of the remaining income for himself and sent part back to Beicheng as living expenses for He Yuzhu and his sister.

A few days later, Tan Guilan received money and a letter from He Daqing.

Tan Guilan laughed and said, "Old Yi, look, He Daqing sent money back, and there's even a letter!"

Yi Zhonghai picked up the letter, glanced at it, and said with a half-smile, "Guilan, the letter says that I should transfer the money to He Yuzhu and his sister, and also ask me to take good care of them."

Tan Guilan said, "He doesn't even care about his own children, yet he asks us to look after them. Old He has no humanity!"

Yi Zhonghai pondered for a moment, then nodded: "We'll keep the money and the letter for now. We'll re-cover the letter and pretend we never read it. We won't open any letters that come back to us in the future."

Tan Guilan laughed and said, "I'll put it away right now, I guarantee no one will know!"

Tan Guilan, as Yi Zhonghai's wife, was fully aware of his thoughts.

He Yuzhu and He Yushui's lives became increasingly difficult, often going hungry and suffering from hunger and cold.

Yi Zhonghai didn't want to give people something to talk about. He usually worked at the steel rolling mill, and on weekends he would ask the He siblings a few questions.

Tan Guilan used illness as an excuse to brew medicine every day, and the strong smell of Chinese medicine could be smelled all over the courtyard at any time.

When the He siblings were hungry, either Yi Zhonghai was working at the factory, or Tan Guilan was recuperating at home.

According to the elderly care group, as long as the He siblings don't starve to death, they will occasionally offer help when needed.

The current elderly care group consists of only three members: a deaf elderly woman, Yi Zhonghai, and Tan Guilan.

On the snow-covered street, He Yushui, wrapped in a thin, old cotton-padded coat, was shivering from the cold. She tugged at He Yuzhu's sleeve and whispered, "Brother, I'm cold, and I'm hungry too..."

He Yuzhu hugged his sister tightly, suppressing his heartache, and gently comforted her, "Yushui, wait a little longer. I collected a lot of junk today, and I can sell it for some money. We'll go back for dinner later."

That day, He Yuzhu returned from collecting scraps, carefully tucking half a cornbread into his arms. He walked quickly home, muttering, "Yushui, brother's back. There's food."

Just as he reached the entrance of the courtyard house, Xu Damao blocked his way.

Xu Damao stood with his hands on his hips, looking at He Yuzhu, and sneered sarcastically, "Oh, isn't this the stupid Zhu who no father wants? You scavenged for scraps all day and only got two steamed buns in return?"

He Yuzhu clutched the cornbread in his arms, his face flushed, and gritted his teeth as he said, "Xu Damao, stop talking nonsense and get out of the way!"

Xu Damao not only refused to move, but also leaned forward, cursing, "Nonsense? Did I say something wrong? Your father ran away with Widow Bai, leaving you and your brother here to starve. Children without a father, do you even deserve to eat?"

He Yuzhu could no longer hold back. His eyes turned red, and he stepped forward and kicked Xu Damao, knocking him down. He then proceeded to punch and kick him repeatedly.

When facing He Yuzhu, Xu Damao never lost an argument, but he never won a fight.

Unable to fight back after being beaten, Xu Damao shouted, "Help! Sha Zhu is hitting someone! Help!"

He Yuzhu kept moving his hands and feet, and the anger in his heart gradually dissipated with each punch and kick.

Xu Damao, writhing in pain, begged for mercy: "Master Zhu, Master Zhu, I was wrong, I admit my mistake, please stop hitting me."

The commotion quickly attracted the attention of the neighbors in the courtyard, who gathered around and discussed it animatedly.

Hearing their son's screams, Xu Fugui and Bai Sulan ran from the backyard to the middle yard.

Just then, Yi Zhonghai came out of his house and quickly stepped forward to separate the two, sternly scolding, "Stop! Stop it! You two brats, fighting in the yard, what kind of behavior is this!"

He Yuzhu quickly explained, "Uncle Yi, he insulted me first and even tried to steal my steamed bun!"

With his face bruised and swollen, Xu Damao felt extremely aggrieved and hurriedly defended himself: "You didn't see my injuries, he did all of them. He started it, I was just joking with him!"

Yi Zhonghai glanced at the two of them, knowing full well that Xu Damao had provoked them first, but he still pretended to say to He Yuzhu, "Zhuzi, no matter what, you can't hit someone."

Then he turned to Xu Damao and advised, "Damao, don't blame Zhuzi. He acted impulsively. Don't joke with him in the future, or he'll beat you up again."

Seeing Xu Damao's miserable state, Bai Sulan was filled with rage. Her only son had been beaten like this by He Yuzhu. Bai Sulan felt terrible and was furious.

In the North, many people care a lot about saving face. When two children are fighting, Xu Fugui, as an elder, is too embarrassed to get involved.

He Yuzhu's mother died long ago, and He Yuzhu's father ran away.

Xu Fugui knew very well that if he helped his son and targeted He Yuzhu, who had no parents, he would definitely be criticized by many people.

After confirming that Xu Damao's injuries were all superficial, Xu Fugui said a few words in a sanctimonious manner before calling his wife and children to go home.

......

With a "bang!" a gunshot rang out, and an enemy fell 600 meters away.

"Platoon leader, your marksmanship is amazing! That shot just now hit the enemy directly in the head!"

Qi Bing said calmly, "Marksmanship is all about practice. The most important thing is to maintain a straight line between three points. If you don't want to die, fire one shot and then move to another spot. Don't keep firing from the same place."

"Platoon leader, in yesterday's hand-to-hand combat, you killed sixty-seven enemies all by yourself. How did you do that?"

"Strong, fast, and with accurate bayonet thrusts, he can take down an enemy in one strike."

He explained marksmanship, bayonet fighting, and hand-to-hand combat to the soldiers in the second platoon, and the Qi soldiers continued to shoot and kill the enemy.

The trenches were long and winding, and he led only the second platoon.

The enemy didn't charge, and there were no major orders from above, so we could only fire sniper shots.

Fire a shot, move to another spot; if you hear a shell, hide in a foxhole.

While shooting at the enemy, they also had to guard against enemy artillery shells, constantly on the brink of life and death.

A few minutes ago, my energetic comrade-in-arms was gone; perhaps a few minutes later, he will be gone.

Qi Bing didn't know how long his comrades would live, nor did he know how long he himself would live.

In terms of weaponry and equipment, the Xia army was far inferior to the enemy army.

In terms of fighting will and combat skills, Xia's army far surpassed that of the enemy.

If the weapons and equipment are roughly equal, given the Xia army's current strength, achieving a 1:10 victory is not impossible.

Unfortunately, their weaponry was far inferior to that of the coalition led by the United States, and the casualty ratio of the Xia army to the enemy army was approximately one to one.

The sun sank into the sea, and night fell once more.

While eating some fried noodles amidst the ice and snow, Qi Bing went to the side to practice Dragon Roar Iron Shirt and Tiger Roar Golden Bell Cover.

Dragon's Roar Iron Shirt and Tiger's Roar Golden Bell Cover are both top-tier hard qigong techniques in Chinese martial arts.

Practicing Dragon Roar Iron Shirt and Tiger Roar Golden Bell Cover can greatly enhance his survivability.

At 10 p.m., Qi Bing entered the Xuanhuang World and ate some beef.

In the Southern Continent of the Xuanhuang World, there are only ordinary plants and animals, and no monsters.

It's very likely that there are no monsters in Dongsheng Shenzhou, Xiniu Hezhou, or Beiju Luzhou.

A few days ago, the Qi soldiers killed a cow, stewed it in a big pot, and ate some every day.

Jambudvipa has various minerals, which can be synthesized through decomposition. Iron ore can be made into a large iron pot.

Storing food is also very simple; it can be directly decomposed and synthesized to achieve vacuum preservation.