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

Brigade Commander Chen nodded and did not ask any further questions.

"Zhao Wenlong".

"arrive!"

"Go back and tell your division commander that I, on behalf of the 386th Brigade, have accepted this batch of supplies."

He paused, his tone unusually serious.

Tell him to thank him.

Zhao Wenlong stood at attention and answered.

"Don't worry, Brigade Commander, I will definitely deliver your message."

Brigade Commander Chen waved his hand.

"Alright, stop standing, sit down and rest for a while."

"I'll have someone arrange the unloading."

He called out into the courtyard.

"pony!"

Xiao Ma, the brigade's communications officer, ran over from the neighboring courtyard.

"brigadier!"

"Take some men to unload the goods from the mule carts and move them into the warehouse."

"yes!"

Xiao Ma turned and ran out, quickly leading a dozen soldiers to begin unloading the truck.

Zhao Wenlong also followed him out of the courtyard.

Standing beside the mule cart, he personally directed the soldiers to unload it.

About half an hour.

The supplies on the twenty mule carts were partially unloaded.

The 386th Brigade received 3,000 catties of pork, 6,000 catties of flour, and 500 catties of lard.

Everything was moved into the brigade headquarters' warehouse.

The remaining pork, flour, and lard were left in the car.

Zhao Wenlong nodded to Xiao Ma.

Then, he glanced into the courtyard.

Brigade Commander Chen was standing at the door, his hands behind his back, watching them go.

Zhao Wenlong stood at attention, saluted, and then turned around.

He waved to the soldiers behind him.

"Let's keep going!"

The twenty mule carts started moving again.

We drove along the village road towards the outside of the village.

Zhao Wenlong walked at the front of the group.

They quickly disappeared around the bend at the village entrance.

Brigade Commander Chen watched the troops gradually disappear into the distance.

Only when the last soldier's figure disappeared at the end of the mountain road did he slowly turn his gaze away.

He went back inside and sat down.

Political Commissar Wang sat quietly to the side without saying a word.

Only then did he slowly begin to speak.

"Old Chen, you've incurred another favor from the Second Division."

Commander Chen spoke slowly.

"This kid is now under the direct command of headquarters."

He extended his finger and tapped it lightly twice on the table.

"Ten tons of pork, twenty tons of flour, and one ton of lard."

"We kept 30% for ourselves, gave 20% to the 386th Brigade, and sent the remaining 50% to headquarters."

"Who else would do something like that?"

Political Commissar Wang leaned back in his chair, his tone carrying a sense of reassurance born of deep thought.

"It's indeed quite rare."

"After becoming independent, many units are eager to stay away from their old units to avoid being gossiped about."

But Tianyang did the opposite.

"Now that I'm independent, I'm actually delivering things even more frequently than before."

Brigade Commander Chen nodded.

"What do you think this kid's after?"

Political Commissar Wang thought for a moment.

"He doesn't want anything in return."

"If he had any ulterior motives, he wouldn't have handed over all the equipment of a division given to him by the Nationalist government."

Commander Chen remained silent for a moment.

"You're right, he doesn't want anything in return."

"He's just sentimental."

He leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on the distant night, his tone carrying an indescribable complexity.

"Old Wang, tell me, was it the right thing to send him out to build up the team?"

Political Commissar Wang chuckled.

"Isn't it a bit late to ask me this now?"

"Everyone's already gone, and now you're asking me if I did it right?"

Brigade Commander Chen smiled as well.

But after the laughter...

His expression became more serious.

"Honestly, this kid is really promising."

Political Commissar Wang nodded.

"He took every step steadily and firmly."

"A person like this is a treasure no matter where they are."

Brigade Commander Chen remained silent for a moment, then stood up.

"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore."

He called out again towards the outside.

"pony!"

"arrive!"

"Tell the cooks to cut a piece of that pork and stew it in a pot."

"Let the comrades at the brigade headquarters have a good meal too."

"yes!"

Little Horse turned and ran out, its footsteps quickly fading into the distance in the yard.

……

noon the next day.

Zhao Wenlong led the soldiers of the company, escorting the remaining mule carts, and turned the last bend along the mountain road.

A village nestled in a mountain valley came into view ahead.

Two sentries stood at the village entrance, dressed in military uniforms, holding Type 38 rifles, their eyes scanning the mountain road warily.

Zhao Wenlong slowed down the pace of the group.

He quickly stepped forward, took out the letter of introduction from the new Second Division from his pocket, and handed it over.

"Comrade, I am Zhao Wenlong from the First Regiment of the Second Division. I am here on orders from the division commander to deliver a batch of supplies to headquarters."

The sentry took the letter of introduction and glanced at it.

He glanced again at the long mule train caravan behind him.

A look of surprise and delight appeared on his face.

"Commander Zhao, please wait a moment, I'll go and report right away."

One of the sentries turned and ran quickly toward the village.

Zhao Wenlong stood at the entrance of the village, his gaze sweeping across the village.

The arrangement of sentry posts at the village entrance, the planning of routes in and out, and the faintly visible sentry positions in the distance all exude a sense of meticulousness.

About ten minutes later.

A series of hurried footsteps echoed through the village.

A middle-aged man in military uniform strode out.

Zhao Wenlong recognized him.

It was Zhao Dabao, the company commander of the headquarters guard company.

I met him once before when I accompanied Division Commander Zhou Tianyang to headquarters to report for duty.

Zhao Dabao walked up to Zhao Wenlong, stood at attention, saluted, and spoke in a loud voice.

"Commander Zhao!"

"The commander requests your presence!"

Zhao Wenlong returned the greeting.

"Company Commander Zhao, please settle these mule carts first. We need to unload the cargo."

Zhao Dabao waved his hand behind him.

A dozen or so soldiers ran out of the village.

They followed Zhao Wenlong's company of soldiers.

They drove the mule cart to an open space behind the village.

Zhao Wenlong told the soldiers of the first company to rest first, and then followed Zhao Dabao toward the village.

The two arrived in front of the row of slightly more spacious adobe houses in the village.

Zhao Dabao stopped at the gate of the courtyard, turned to the side and gestured for people to enter.

"Commander Zhao, the commander is waiting for you inside."

Zhao Wenlong straightened his collar, took a deep breath, and strode into the courtyard.

The door to the main room was ajar.

He walked to the door and gently knocked twice on the door panel.

"Come in."

A deep, powerful voice came from inside.

Zhao Wenlong pushed open the door and went inside.

A long wooden table was placed in the center of the room, and a large battle map was spread on the table.

The deputy commander-in-chief sat at the table.

The deputy chief of staff was sitting next to him.

Commander Liu sat by the window.

The political commissar sat at the end of the table, his gaze fixed on him.

All four people's eyes fell on Zhao Wenlong at the same time.

Zhao Wenlong stood at attention and gave a military salute.

"Report!"

"Zhao Wenlong, commander of the 1st Regiment of the 2nd Division, has come to headquarters to deliver supplies on orders from Division Commander Zhou Tianyang!"

The deputy commander's gaze lingered on his face for a moment.

"Daily necessities?"

"yes!"

Zhao Wenlong's voice was loud and clear.

"7,000 catties of pork, 14,000 catties of flour, and 800 catties of lard."

"The division commander said that since the New Year is approaching, we should let the comrades at headquarters have a good meal as well."

The room fell silent for a moment.

The deputy commander's gaze shifted slightly.

"How much did your Second Division keep for yourselves?"

"Our Second Division kept 30%, gave 20% to the 386th Brigade, and sent the remaining 50% over."

The deputy commander-in-chief remained silent for a moment.

His gaze shifted from Zhao Wenlong's face to the battle map on the table.

He tapped his fingers lightly twice on the edge of the table, at a moderate pace.

The deputy chief of staff spoke first.

"Has it already been sent to the 386th Brigade?"

"It's been delivered. It arrived at the brigade headquarters yesterday evening, and they rushed over overnight after unloading the goods."

The deputy commander's finger paused on the edge of the table.

"Did you rush here overnight?"

"Yes."

Zhao Wenlong answered very decisively.

The deputy commander-in-chief did not ask any further questions.

His gaze returned to Zhao Wenlong's face, and the corners of his mouth slowly curved into a smile.

The curve was very subtle, but everyone present saw it.

"Seven thousand catties of pork, fourteen thousand catties of flour, and eight hundred catties of lard."

He repeated those numbers.