The 63rd Chapter: The Fierce Tiger Descends from the Mountain and Roars at the Rivers

  Li Dashi and Zhang Xiaoshan rushed back to the division headquarters overnight, reporting the news of their commander's awakening. Qian Duo and others, upon learning of this, immediately set off without regard for the two living treasures. Other officers from the independent division also came one after another to visit upon hearing that their commander was better. In an instant, the hospital entrance was crowded with all sorts of vehicles, with Jeeps parked everywhere.

  The spacious ward was empty, with only a faint warmth remaining on the turned-down quilt. Zhang Dabiao, in a state of agitation, directly pinned the arriving hospital director against the wall and growled, "Tell me, have you hidden our teacher away?" As he spoke, he reached for his M1911 pistol from its holster.

  A powerful hand pressed down on his gun-wielding action, and Zhang Dabiao, furious, turned his head around. Originally wanting to explode in anger, he saw Qian Duozheng staring at him even more fiercely, a thunderous roar erupting beside his ear: "Still not putting Director Wang down! Have you gone mad?!" The softened Zhang Dabiao helplessly put Director Wang down, the earlier excessive force causing Director Wang to cough violently. In his heart, he thought, "What kind of person has what kind of soldiers! No wonder yesterday he was so rude to that little girl!"

  At this time, Gaoquan and Tian Yu returned together, Zhang Dabiao shouted "Shizhang!" A group of independent regimental officers all turned their faces to look at their Shizhang and the girl behind him, and couldn't help but sigh in their hearts "After recovering from a serious illness, he still has a strong physique and goes on a date with a young girl! He is indeed our regiment's Shizhang!"

  Actually, Gaoquan's body has undergone tremendous changes since being possessed by the traverser, especially after this serious illness, his resistance has become stronger, and his skin and muscles have become more robust, I reckon a dagger can't pierce him now!

  However, it was the money that made this meticulous guy quickly discover the dullness in Gao Quan's eyes. It was just a loud "Shifu" from Zhang Dabiao's mouth that suddenly woke up the already numb and stiff Gao Quan!

  "Right! I am the commander of an independent division! I am a commander with tens of thousands of soldiers and officers under me! I have many battles to fight! I have a country that needs protection! I have the responsibility to revive China's military prestige! The revival of the Chinese nation has something to do with me! I have my responsibilities, I have things to do!" thought Gao Daquan silently.

  With a sudden lift of his head, Gaoquan's spirit was revitalized as he loudly called out to the officers of the Independent First Division in front of him: "We're going back together now, prepare for another battle! Battle!" Then, like an unstoppable torrent, they surged out of the hospital and charged towards the battlefield! The tiger has emerged from the mountain, shaking the rivers and mountains!

  Doctor Wang and Tian Yu looked at each other in surprise, just about to stop Gao Quanruo from leaving. He had just recovered from his illness, how could he not rest for a few days before leaving?

  Then they were taken to the hospital along with Zhang Yu and others. The superiors have always said that the doctors in the hospital are not good, where should we go to invite a few? This is readily available right in front of us, so two unknown people were loaded onto the car.

  The long motorcade soon left the hospital, leaving only a corner in the dark, where a pair of eyes stared blankly at the distant figure of Gao Daquan.

  "On the bumpy road, it has been nearly a month since Commander Gao Daquan led the troops. He asked Qian Duoli beside him: "How is the battle going now? Are our troops still defending on the predetermined line of defense? What position are we in? How is the enemy's offensive situation? Is our logistics support good? How are the casualties of our division and other troops?"

  Qian Duo was taken aback, then smiled wryly and said "Hey! Old Gao, you're really something! You've got me stunned!" Looking at the somewhat embarrassed Gao Duquan, Qian Duo magnanimously forgave him, then slowly said:

  "On March 17th, our army had just retreated to Gaoyang yesterday and was ambushing the enemy along the line of Qingping River, Hongchuan River, and Fengyanli. Thanks to your proposed trench works, although we couldn't do it perfectly due to the intense battle, it still greatly alleviated our casualties and not only made the enemy suffer heavy losses but also increased their ammunition consumption exponentially. If it weren't for luring the enemy in, our logistics supply would have been sufficient enough that we wouldn't have let them advance even half a step! Our division is still in the process of reorganization, and after the last battle in Pingli, our division's casualties of over 4,000 have basically been replenished. However, there are more new recruits now, and our combat effectiveness has not improved."

  "The old soldiers have been suffering heavy casualties since the beginning of the dynasty, let alone the new recruits." Gao Quan's heart was heavy with emotion as he sighed and said, "Right, there are still many wounded veterans recovering in the hospital. You can send a few jeeps to the hospital entrance every day to pick them up, no matter how many, just say they were sent by headquarters, and first bring them back to our division." Li Yi was surprised and asked, "Old Gao, aren't you afraid of making a mistake this way?"

  "Old Li, you're almost a senior officer now, but you still look like this. Actually, as long as we do well on the front lines and reduce casualties for our brother units and neighboring units, they won't mind this. And aren't I planning to send them new recruits and a large batch of weapons based on their numbers? Old Li, as a military commander, you need to be able to make decisions, be decisive and resolute. If it's beneficial, we should act swiftly and fiercely. Otherwise, you can't even get a bowl of soup! You know what our independent regiment was like in the past. If I hadn't saved up so much resources over those few years, would we have been able to enter the city?"

  At this time, the US military began a painful advance, with almost every hill having an impregnable fortress. Sometimes, even after throwing up thousands of bombs and tens of thousands of shells, the enemy would still drive us back again and again.

  Every time they were about to give up, the Chinese army in front would withdraw and disappear, perhaps waiting on the next hill or several kilometers behind.

  Li Qimiao also lamented that the Communist army was like a high-ranking army, and the pseudo-army was even more powerful. Every day, they would put on a show, fire a few guns, shoot a few cannons, and then wait for the enemy to retreat in an orderly manner. As a result, the cruel battle seemed to have become interesting because of this scene, but every night, groups of crows would fly over the corpses, pecking at the rotting flesh. Because the volunteer army was on defense, the bodies of the martyrs were either marked with signs and buried, or cremated into ashes.

  The daytime battlefield has become a paradise for crows, the fragmented corpses under cannon fire, the flying flesh and blood, the desperate terror before death, all forgotten once again. Only groups of crows are happily pecking at the delicacies.