Han Ling, who was training at the artillery barracks, was stunned when his bodyguard, Xiao Li, told him that his father had called Commander Zhao and asked him to pick him up.

He then bitterly said that he had no father.

The guard tried to persuade him for a while, asking him to go to the commander's office to answer a phone call, but he stubbornly refused.

After the guards left, he sat on the edge of the training field, watching his comrades train, his eyes unfocused, lost in thought.

"Xiao Ling, what does the commander's bodyguard want with you?" His comrade from the same dormitory ran over, drenched in sweat, plopped down next to him, and took several big gulps of water from his military water bottle.

"It's nothing." Han Ling didn't want to mention that person.

His comrade patted him on the shoulder and didn't ask any more questions. "It's good that you're alright. Go train. Last night I heard the squad leader and company commander talking about something about the battlefield. I guess we don't know when we'll be dragged into the battlefield."

Training hard and improving skills also increases the chances of survival on the battlefield.

Han Ling wiped his face and finally smiled, "We are artillerymen, so even if we go to the battlefield, we are safer than infantrymen."

These words are only meant to comfort myself.

The safety of artillery on the battlefield depends on the enemy's counter-battery capabilities, as well as our own tactics and defensive capabilities.

China has made tremendous progress in military weaponry. Since the M24N9 was handed over to the military, weapons research experts seem to have unlocked their full potential, upgrading a large number of weapons and equipment based on the existing level.

Han Ling's artillery unit has upgraded its rocket launchers, howitzers, and cannons.

The most direct feeling is that the level of attack is higher than before.

"We can't let our guard down," his comrade sighed. "People die on the battlefield."

One wrong move and you could lose your life.

Han Ling didn't have a real feel for the battlefield, but he wouldn't underestimate the enemy.

If the day really comes that he has to go to the battlefield, who knows what the outcome will be.

He looked up at the sky and sighed.

I don't know what my older brother is doing. He hasn't come to see me in a long time. It seems that as people grow up, they lose a lot of things.

December arrived in the blink of an eye, and Beijing was already covered in a blanket of white snow.

An'an is over five months old. Since he learned to roll over, the small stroller can no longer contain him. After Qin Yushen taught himself carpentry, he added a railing to his crib to prevent him from rolling off the bed while sleeping at night.

Lin Xiaoxiao painstakingly sewed a little rabbit for him, based on the image of a doll in her memory.

An'an was born in the Year of the Rabbit and adores rabbits. Whenever the white rabbit in the backyard runs into the front yard, An'an stares at it for a long time.

Wen Shiyu knows how to use a sewing machine, and Lin Xiaoxiao's little rabbit doll gave her a lot of inspiration.

Using finer and softer fabrics, she spent two months making dozens of dolls for An'an, some big and some small. The small ones were as big as his fist, while the large ones could take up half the size of the stroller. An'an slept with the large doll every day.

But his favorite was the little rabbit that Lin Xiaoxiao had sewn for him by hand, which was crudely made and had loose threads.

Sometimes, after playing with it too much, the little rabbit gets cracked.

Every time this happens, An'an would give the little rabbit to Lin Xiaoxiao with teary eyes, making "ah ah ah" sounds as if urging Lin Xiaoxiao to sew the little rabbit back up.

Wen Shiyu wanted to use a sewing machine to sew, because it's fast, the stitches are fine, and it won't break even after playing with it for a long time.

But An'an was unwilling, so Lin Xiaoxiao could only hold the needle and carefully sew it on for him.

An'an then stopped crying and smiled.

Holding the little rabbit in one hand and touching Lin Xiaoxiao's face with the other, he pouted and kissed Lin Xiaoxiao on the cheek.

It's as if it's saying, "Thank you, Mom."

At this moment, An'an really looks like a cute little angel.

But when they get upset, they really are upset, like when they want to sleep with their mother.

Speaking of which, we really have to thank Qin Yushen. One night, An'an woke up in the middle of the night and peed. When Qin Yushen was changing his diaper, he peed all over himself. After changing the diaper, he casually put him next to Lin Xiaoxiao and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

The little one rolled over and landed in her sleeping mother's arms. Her mother's embrace was sweet and soft, and An'an loved it.

After taking a bath, Qin Yushen wanted to put him back in the crib next to him, but the little guy refused and started crying loudly.

Qin Yushen couldn't soothe her no matter what he did, until Lin Xiaoxiao woke up and held him in her arms, at which point he finally stopped talking.

From that day on, the clever little An'an began a life of wits and battles with her father. She had to sleep in her mother's arms at night, otherwise she would cry.

It gave Qin Yushen and Lin Xiaoxiao a terrible headache.

After Qin Yushen waited for him to fall asleep, he put him in the crib. When An'an woke up the next day, he found that he was not in his mother's arms. With a quick thought, he knew that it was his bad father who had done this.

The father and son are constantly outwitting each other, which Lin Xiaoxiao finds both amusing and frustrating.

As the weather gets colder, Lin Xiaoxiao doesn't take An'an out much anymore. They used to visit the Chu family, but now they mostly stay at home, and the furthest they go is to her parents' house next door.

The weather was exceptionally cold today. The military base was blocked by heavy snow, and Qin Yushen rarely got a day off.

"Honey, let's have hot pot for dinner, it'll keep us warm." Lin Xiaoxiao started ordering food early in the morning.

"Okay." Qin Yushen usually fulfills her requests, unless they are bad for her health, such as eating ice bowls, which he firmly disagrees with.

After breakfast, Qin Yushen went out for a while and came back with a lot of things.

Fresh beef and mutton, an old hen, and a variety of vegetables.

"They even have beef! Where did you buy it?" Lin Xiaoxiao was quite surprised when she saw the beef.

While packing his things, Qin Yushen answered, "Last week, wild boars came down from the mountain in a village near the army. I led a group of people to catch them. The village chief said that a cow had its leg broken by a gore, and if it couldn't be healed, it would have to be killed."

After killing the calf, they secretly sold the meat, which helped the team recover some money to buy new calves.

Qin Yu knew this and kept an eye on it.

When I came back yesterday, I stopped by to ask and found out that they were slaughtering a cow today. Since Lin Xiaoxiao wanted to eat hot pot, I went to the village and bought a lot of good cuts.

I also bought some offal; I'll make offal soup in a few days.

What surprised Lin Xiaoxiao the most was that he actually bought a whole cow stomach.

"You've been talking about tripe all the time. I asked my comrades from Chongqing in the army, and they all said it's the cow's stomach. I don't know which part of the stomach it is, so I might as well buy it all." On the day just as winter began, Lin Xiaoxiao and Qin Yushen also had hot pot.

Lin Xiaoxiao said at the time that it would be great if there was tripe.

Qin Yushen didn't know what tripe was, but his comrades from Chongqing said it was a scrap from the hot pot they liked to eat in their area.

hot pot......

Lin Xiaoxiao's mouth watered at the thought, "How about... a spicy hot pot?"

Qin Yu glanced at the old hen he was processing in his hand, "If you want it spicy, then make two flavors."

Wenmo can't handle spicy food very well, and Uncle is too old to eat too much spicy food either, so making two flavors will satisfy everyone.