Others show their swords, I show my missiles!

The sun gradually climbed to the zenith, illuminating this land that had been baptized by war, but it failed to completely dispel the fatigue in the soldiers' eyes.

Although their bodies were still immersed in a deep need for sleep, an invisible force - the firm belief in victory and the selfless support among comrades - made them stand up resolutely and replace comrades such as Fan Yingming who were already exhausted but still insisted on sticking to their posts.

Although their movements were slow, they were full of determination and courage, as if they were declaring to the world: no matter how difficult it was, they would not give up.

However, the battlefield in the northeast of Shanxi Province was a scene of turbulent situation and fierce fighting.

Here, the battle is far from over. Instead, it becomes more difficult due to the strength of the enemy.

The subtle changes in the relationship between Plaster Country and Omanrek allowed Omanrek's army to be stationed in Northeast my country. Its advanced aircraft were like the god of death in the sky, constantly posing a huge threat to our army.

Faced with the double attack of the Japanese's huge military force and the Russians' advanced equipment, although our soldiers were brave and fearless, they were ultimately unable to resist this overwhelming advantage.

In order to preserve strength and avoid greater losses, our army had to reluctantly evacuate important strongholds such as Yuxian, Yangquan, and Pingding. Although this decision was difficult, it was also a helpless move based on strategic considerations.

At this critical moment, the timely reinforcement of the 1st Air Regiment was like a blessing from heaven, providing our army with valuable air support.

Their heroic fighting effectively relieved the pressure on the ground and bought our army precious breathing time.

At the same time, most of the 386th Brigade also quickly assembled and went to the front line to fight side by side with brother units to resist foreign enemies.

With their joint efforts, the war situation was finally stabilized, but the price of victory was extremely heavy - all troops suffered huge casualties, and every fallen soldier was the most profound tribute to this war.

Faced with such a severe situation, the Anti-Japanese Command demonstrated extraordinary wisdom and determination.

They knew very well that only by taking the initiative could they turn the tide of the battle.

Therefore, they decided to use the ancient tactic of "encircling Wei to save Zhao" and ordered the 1st Regiment of the Independent Brigade, which had just won a great victory and had high morale, to redouble its efforts and launch attacks on Shimen and Beiping.

Fan Yingming was just about to go to bed to recover his strength.

However, this tranquility did not last long. With a burst of hurried footsteps, Mr. Shi strode into the room with an urgent telegram.

"Brilliant!" General Shi's voice revealed unquestionable firmness and urgency. "The latest order from the Anti-Japanese Headquarters requires your regiment to continue to uphold the glorious tradition of continuous fighting and immediately launch an attack in the direction of Shimen and Beiping. Be sure to liberate every county along the way. Use this strategy to force the enemy to disperse their forces and return to the rear. What requests or suggestions do you have for this?"

Upon hearing this, Fan Yingming forced himself to open his heavy eyelids, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

He was well aware of the severity of the situation, but his physical limits had made it almost impossible for him to hold on.

However, he still used all his strength to squeeze out a word from his throat: "Yes!"

This sudden word "yes" surprised Mr. Shi. He knew very well that Fan Yingming always put the overall situation first and never easily raised personal demands.

So he straightened his chest, his eyes full of expectation and respect, waiting for Fan Yingming's next words.

"Let me... sleep for a while..." Fan Yingming's voice was low and weak, as if it could be blown away by a breeze.

Before he finished speaking, his eyes lost focus, his eyes rolled back, and his body involuntarily leaned forward. Then, as if all his strength was drained out, he slid into the chair and fell into a deep sleep.

This scene moved everyone present, and the air was filled with an indescribable heaviness and respect.

Seeing this, the staff officer next to him stepped forward and explained to General Shi softly, "Captain Fan has not slept for four days and three nights. He is really too tired."

In fact, looking back at the long history, during the turbulent years before liberation, it had become a common sight for generals to fight day and night without sleep.

What's more, one brave general, with his iron will, did not sleep for seven days and seven nights. His perseverance was truly astonishing.

For the unity of the country and the liberation of the nation, they did not hesitate to use their flesh and blood as pens and their indomitable spirit as ink to write magnificent chapters.

In this war, they spared no effort in overdrawing their physical strength and health, disregarding their personal safety.

Indeed, even with the extraordinary record of seven days and seven nights without sleep standing before us, we cannot ignore the tremendous torment and torture that four days and three nights of continuous sleeplessness causes to the human body and mind.

This is not just an accumulation of time, but also an extreme challenge to will and physical strength, which makes people deeply appreciate the burdens and sacrifices borne by the heroes of that era.

Upon hearing this, Mr. Shi nodded silently, with a hint of heartache and admiration flashing in his eyes.

He is well aware of the cruelty and ruthlessness of war, and he understands the hardships and sacrifices behind every soldier.

He sighed softly, took out his pocket watch from his pocket, glanced at the time, and said in a deep voice: "One hour, he can only sleep for one hour."

After saying this, Mr. Shi turned and walked out of the command center, leaving everyone with a firm and resolute back.

Fan Yingming found a moment of peace during the short rest, as if he was accumulating his final strength for the next battle.

In a corner of the tense and exhausting military camp, the guards worked together to lift Captain Fan onto the bed and carefully spread a thick quilt for him, as if they were building a warm haven for an extremely exhausted warrior.

Fan Yingming, the usually decisive commander, was finally able to temporarily unload his burden and indulge in this rare rest. One hour of precious time was a luxury and a much-needed replenishment for him.

At the same time, the chief of staff was like another bright star on the battlefield. He strictly followed the orders of the Anti-Japanese Command, shuttled between various combat plans, and used his wisdom and decisiveness to silently share the burden on Captain Fan's shoulders.

His figure was busy and determined under the beam of light shining through the window, as if the entire battle situation was concentrated in his sharp eyes.

However, for Fan Yingming, who was extremely hungry for sleep, that short hour was like quicksand touched by his fingertips, fleeting.

Soon an hour passed and the staff officers had to try to wake the sleeping warrior.

They first whispered, and then called out loudly, but Fan Yingming's snoring was still steady and powerful, as if nothing in the outside world could disturb his moment of peace.

Seeing this, the guard opened the tightly closed door, allowing the biting cold winter wind to rush in, trying to wake up the sleeping commander with the coldness of nature.

But it doesn't help.

He took out a towel soaked in cold water and stuffed it under Captain Fan's armpits, hoping that the biting cold would be an effective way to wake him up.

However, all these efforts seemed unable to shake Fan Yingming's heavy dream at all. He was still snoring loudly, immersed in the deepest dream.

The chief of staff suddenly had an idea. He whispered a few words in the guard's ear, and an ingenious plan came into being.

The guard took the order and went out. After a moment, he returned to the house with a sly smile. He took a deep breath and shouted with all his strength: "Report! Urgent report from the Beast Killing Valley, a regiment of the Japanese Fifth Division has entered the Beast Killing Valley!"

This shout, like a bolt from the blue, instantly shattered all of Fan Yingming's sleepiness.

He suddenly opened his eyes, his snoring stopped abruptly, and his body seemed to be catapulted up by an invisible force. He took two steps at a time and ran straight to the sand table, his eyes flashing with anxiety and determination: "Tell me quickly, what's the situation in the Beast Extermination Valley?"

The chief of staff and the guard smiled at each other, and the tacit understanding and relief flowed quietly in the air.

They replied softly, "Captain, don't worry, the Beast Extermination Valley is safe. We couldn't wake you up just now, so we resorted to this desperate measure. We apologize for any offense."

"Really?"

The chief of staff and the guard both nodded.

After hearing this, Fan Yingming felt relieved and walked towards the bed again.

The chief of staff intervened in time and grabbed his sleeve: "Captain, now that you have finally woken up, don't sleep any more. The boss only gave you one hour to sleep, and you have exceeded the time limit."

Upon hearing this, Fan Yingming smiled bitterly and then washed his face with cold water. His eyes, which had turned red due to not sleeping for a long time, once again glowed with a fighting spirit.

He strode towards the map and re-engaged in the tense and fierce battle command, interpreting the responsibility and obligation of a commander with practical actions.