When Li Yunlong heard the words "Wishing you prosperity," a chill ran down his spine.

Ding Wei then asked, "Brigade Commander, what brings you here?"

"I was just like you, trying to break through, when a blue light came and took me away."

"Then that young comrade told me everything."

"Our future, and what's happening here."

"That's why I told Li Yunlong to keep half of the tanks and hand over the other half."

The brigade commander looked at the three fierce generals and sighed.

"No matter what, with the help of the young comrades, you will be able to live a better life."

"The young comrade has handed over all the authority over the tanks to me. From now on, I will hand it over to Li Yunlong."

"These tanks are a double-edged sword; they can be a good medicine to save the people, but they could also become weapons that hurt people."

"So, young comrade, I added a permission. As long as the permission is not granted, the tank cannot be used. You must keep the permission safe in the future and entrust it to a trustworthy person."

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Chang'an walked over.

His gaze toward the brigade commander was filled with respect and admiration.

He now felt that being able to meet this legendary figure was incredibly lucky, as if his ancestors' graves were emitting auspicious smoke.

To express his respect, Li Chang'an prepared to cook a meal for this famous general himself.

"Brigadier, the banquet is ready. Let's eat first."

The brigade commander stood up, looked at Li Chang'an, and his eyes were full of satisfaction.

"Alright, alright, that's kind of you. I'll try your cooking, young master."