Bidding farewell to his family and embarking on a train to the outside of Xinjiang, Fu Haitang was ambitious and firmly believed that he would take his brother and sister-in-law as his goal and become a useful person.

But when she got off the train, she felt dizzy and her legs were shaking. At this moment, let alone performing any meritorious deeds, she even had difficulty standing up.

Xiang Lifeng, who received Fu Jingchen's letter, waited for a long time but she didn't come out. He searched around the train station twice before finally seeing a squatting figure in the corner.

"What's wrong?" He took two steps forward, his tone anxious, "Are you feeling unwell?"

As he spoke, his eyes kept scanning Fu Haitang.

Fu Haitang, who was dizzy, vaguely heard a familiar voice and forced himself to look up.

Before she could think about why Xiang Lifeng did this, she felt a strong dizziness and buried her head in her knees again, saying weakly, "I feel dizzy."

Seeing that her face was pale and even her lips had lost their color, Xiang Lifeng picked her up and prepared to drive her to the border hospital near Dong.

The sun had already set, and the jeep was driving on an endless plain of sand and gravel. The magnificent sunset glow almost merged with the ground.

Fu Haitang leaned against the co-pilot seat, covered with Xiang Lifeng's coat, opened her eyes and looked in his direction.

The other person's profile was cold and resolute. Under the side sunlight, the gentleness and firmness were fully reflected in him, making it almost impossible to take your eyes off him.

As if he felt Fu Haitang's gaze, he subconsciously looked over here.

Being caught while peeking at others... Fu Haitang felt very embarrassed and quickly closed his eyes.

We arrived at the hospital soon.

At this time, Fu Haitang's dizziness was slightly relieved, but his temples were still throbbing and he felt like vomiting.

Xiang Lifeng hurriedly carried her in. When the doctors saw him in military uniform, they thought something had happened and gathered around him.

After the examination, his expression became a little strange again.

"It's just common altitude sickness," the doctor glanced at Xiang Lifeng, "Go home and get a good night's sleep. If the symptoms get worse, come back to the hospital."

The medicines and supplies at the border defense hospital are quite limited, and the doctors always use this excuse when it comes to minor problems where they can avoid prescribing medicine.

Xiang Lifeng was very persistent, and the doctor was unable to do anything, so he could only prescribe some medicine to relieve Fu Haitang's symptoms.

Because of this delay, it was already dark when we arrived at the camp.

In order not to affect Fu Haitang's reputation, Xiang Lifeng refrained from hugging her when getting off the car this time, and just stood by her side.

After all, she was a female soldier promoted by the Chief of General Staff, and the company commander was waiting outside specially. When the two of them parted, Fu Haitang still said thank you to Xiang Lifeng with a blushing face.

Xiang Lifeng agreed seemingly calmly.

But during the evening training, he behaved more leniently than before, and even the soldiers under him were secretly surprised.

"Did the battalion commander take the wrong medicine today? He usually pinches our arms after doing push-ups to see if they're hard. Why isn't he doing it today?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was looked down upon by his comrade beside him, "You think it's easy? Do you want to do another set?"

Pinching the arms after doing push-ups has a lot to do with the strictness of the battalion commander. As long as the number is enough, it is normal to turn a blind eye.

Everyone quickly shut up and happily fetched water to wash up.

Although I don't know what's going on with the battalion commander today, military life is just that simple, and the slightest bit of relaxation is enough to make everyone happy for a long time.

There are no dormitories outside Xinjiang like those in Beijing or the Southwest Military Region. Instead, they are mud houses made by digging square pits more than one meter deep below the ground, with earthen walls built on them and roofs covered with grass and mud. They are commonly known as earthen houses.