Time flies, and half a month has passed in a flash. The armistice agreement between the Northern and Southern Dynasties is still in effect. During this period, although it seems calm, there are actually undercurrents.

The remains of the warriors from both Daxia and the United States have been properly placed. However, although there are no signs of war rekindling on the surface, both sides are secretly increasing their troops, creating a tense confrontation.

Both sides maintained a certain degree of restraint and rationality, temporarily avoiding the outbreak of large-scale conflict.

During this half month, although Daxia and the United States did not engage in a head-on confrontation on the battlefield filled with smoke, they have never stopped fierce public opinion clashes in the invisible diplomatic field.

War is always like this. The first thing to do is to establish oneself as the righteous party and characterize the other party as the representative of evil. Daxia and the United States have been using rhetoric to try to shift the blame for the war to each other.

However, faced with the iron-clad facts and the discerning eyes of people all over the world, the U.S. militarism and its aggressive actions against North Korea cannot be whitewashed in any way.

The United States gradually fell into a disadvantage in the public opinion battlefield, and the direction of public opinion became increasingly unfavorable to it. More and more justice-abiding countries stepped forward to righteously accuse the United States and strongly called on the United States to withdraw its troops and resolve the issue through peace talks.

Under tremendous pressure from all sides, the United States chose to remain silent for the time being, but its tough attitude has not changed at all, and it still refuses to withdraw its troops.

After all, the United States suffered a devastating defeat in the Battle of Shangfengling. They were unwilling to give up and were still struggling to save face and try to gain more benefits for the Southern Dynasty in future negotiations.

This stalemate has kept the international community on edge. Everyone is watching closely the development of the situation, wondering whether the dawn of peace will be obscured by the shadow of war again.

When Zhang Jie returned to the barracks, he looked at the familiar yet unusually empty Sharp Knife Company barracks, and an indescribable pain surged in his heart.

Except for a few soldiers who stayed in the barracks, the surroundings were silent. The once lively, lively and fighting scene seemed to be still in front of him, but now it was deserted. This huge gap made Zhang Jie feel even more sad, as heavy as a huge rock.

He has now been appointed as a company commander, which is undoubtedly the country's recognition and reward for this top combat hero.

Even though he was disabled, Li Jian, the commander of the First Army, still had high hopes for him. Otherwise, how could he have promoted him to the commander of the ace company? This trust and expectation made Zhang Jie feel that the burden on his shoulders was getting heavier.

Zhang Jie has been staying quietly in the barracks these days, anxiously waiting for his superiors to assign troops every minute and every second, eager to restart the spearhead company as soon as possible and let this once glorious flag fly high again.

During this period, he went to the military hospital to get a prosthesis installed. After the prosthesis was carefully installed, Zhang Jie tried to move around a bit. Although he was not quite used to it, it made his life much more convenient.

He practiced walking and running again and again. Even if he fell, he gritted his teeth and insisted on standing up again. His clothes were soaked with sweat, but his eyes were always determined.

Zhang Jie knew that he had to adapt to the prosthesis as soon as possible, meet new challenges in a better condition, and lead the soon-to-be-rebuilt Sharp Knife Company to new glory.

In the dead of night, the entire military camp was enveloped in a quiet atmosphere. Zhang Jie lay on the bed in his former dormitory, with moonlight shining through the window onto his face.

This place used to be filled with the laughter and noises of his comrades, but now it was so quiet that he felt depressed, and he was the only one left.

Zhang Jie took out a photo of Han Xiaoyu from under the pillow. Han Xiaoyu in the photo had a bright smile, which was the softest corner of his heart.

A big part of the reason he joined the army was indeed for Han Xiaoyu, because he wanted to become the hero in her mind.

But now, after experiencing the baptism of blood and fire and witnessing the sacrifice of his comrades, his thoughts have undergone earth-shaking changes.

Zhang Jie looked at the photo, his mind racing, unable to fall asleep. He stood up, and walked to the telephone in the dormitory with heavy steps. Looking at the phone, his heart trembled slightly.

After a fierce inner struggle, he finally mustered up the courage to dial the phone number that he had wanted to call countless times.

Every waiting tone on the phone made his heart beat faster. He didn't know what the response would be from the other end of the phone, nor did he know what he wanted to say. It was just that at this moment, he was extremely eager to hear that familiar voice.

The call was to Han Xiaoyu, who had returned to school after visiting the Martyrs' Cemetery. At this moment, she was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. She was always worried about her brother, and was also sad for the sacrifice of Li Tianlang and the others. She buried this pain deep in her heart, and did not mention it to any classmates, choosing to bear it alone.

Suddenly, the phone rang in the quiet dormitory. Han Xiaoyu ran to the bathroom to answer the phone as usual, not wanting to disturb her classmates.

When the call was connected, Han Xiaoyu said, "Hello, who are you?"

When Xiao Jie heard the voice of the girl he had a crush on again, his eyes gradually became moist and his voice became trembling: "It's me, Xiao Yu." His voice was no longer as childish as before, but became unusually steady.

Han Xiaoyu didn't understand for a moment and asked in confusion: "Who are you?"

"Xiaoyu, I'm Xiaojie."

Han Xiaoyu's nose was sore when she heard that it was Zhang Jie: "Xiaojie, why did you contact me? Do you know that I am very upset now?" Han Xiaoyu has always regarded Zhang Jie as her best friend, and she also knows that Zhang Jie has always liked her. But she didn't think about falling in love at that time. When she heard Zhang Jie's voice again, the grievances she had suppressed for many days suddenly burst out, and tears flowed down her face.

Zhang Jie was shocked when he heard the cry of his beloved girl. He asked anxiously, "Xiaoyu, what's wrong with you? Did something happen?"

Xiaoyu sobbed and said, "My brother went to the war, and I don't know whether he is alive or dead. Moreover, all my brother's comrades-in-arms died. I am very worried about him, wuwu..." Only in front of her most trusted friends did Han Xiaoyu dare to release her emotions so unreservedly.

Zhang Jie heard her say this and quickly said, "Xiaoyu, don't cry. Brother Chen is fine. I met with him a few days ago and asked about your situation."

"What?" Han Xiaoyu stopped crying and asked quickly, "Xiaojie, is everything you said true? Did you really see my brother? Is my brother really okay?"

Xiao Jie replied: "Well, Brother Chen is really fine, you can rest assured."

Han Xiaoyu was a little unconvinced and said, "But my brother's comrades-in-arms all died!"

Zhang Jie explained: "I know, it was Li Tianlang and his men who died. Brother Chen led them to carry out the bridge bombing mission, and Li Tianlang died heroically. But Brother Chen is fine, he and his brothers are still staying in the Northern Dynasty."

Han Xiaoyu was shocked: "Xiaojie, you also joined the war? How come I didn't know anything about it? Why didn't you tell me?"

Xiaoyu, it’s not that I don’t want to tell you, I just don’t want you to worry.”

"Huh, you're just like my brother. Do you think I won't be worried? What about now? Are you still participating in the war?"

"No, I'm back. We were all killed and I was injured, so I came back."

"What? Are you injured? How serious is the injury? Where is it injured?" Zhang Jie felt a warm feeling in his heart when he saw that Han Xiaoyu cared about him so much.

Zhang Jie quickly said, "It's okay, Xiaoyu, I just have a minor injury."

"That's good. I hope you're okay."

"Well, I'm fine, don't worry. Brother Chen is fine too, don't worry."

"My brother is fine, I'm relieved. Xiaoyu, there's something I've always wanted to say to you."

Xiaoyu said, "Xiaojie, I know what you want to say. Can you give me some time? I just want to study hard now. If you are willing to wait for me, can you come to see me after I graduate?"

"Okay, I'll definitely come find you."

"Yeah, well, I won't say any more. I need to report to my sister-in-law."

"Well, bye."

After hanging up the phone, Han Xiaoyu finally felt a little relieved. She immediately called Su Qin to report her safety.

When Su Qin heard the news that Chen 놂 was fine on the other end of the phone, she finally felt relieved and breathed a long sigh of relief.