On a sunny morning in the mid-80s, the education and training meeting of the People's Liberation Army's D Military Region was solemnly held.

The new commander Liang Bida and political commissar Ma Junling were seated in the center of the front row of the ** stage. On the right side of Liang Bida, executive deputy commander Dou Yuquan, deputy commanders Lin Changzheng, Zhao Wenbin, Jiang Jiahu, chief of staff Tan Zhihui, and logistics minister Zhang Xiuhai. To the left of Political Commissar Ma are Zhang Guanghui, Qu Xiangqian, and Wu Sweden, deputy political commissars, and Song Shangda, director of the Political Department.

Chen Mohan, deputy chief of staff of the military region, sat in the second row, on the same level as Tao Sanhe, Ma Xiping, and other military leaders.

Among the older generation of people who fought in the Anti-Japanese War in Bump Mountain, in addition to the dead and alive, only Jiang Gubei and Zhu Zhudao disappeared, and even the qualifications in the order of the strokes of the surname were also deprived.

Liang Bida wore rimless reading glasses, his face was calm, and he sat upright, overlooking the venue condescendingly.

In the audience, there were more than 2,000 middle- and high-ranking heads that did not move at all, and although it was Deputy Political Commissar Zhang Guanghui who was making a mobilization report, nearly 5,000 beams of bright eyes still shone on the body of Liang Bida, the new commander who had announced his inauguration only a few minutes earlier.

The huge auditorium was filled with a tide of thought. These turbulent tides of thought, old or young, sudden and rapidly disappearing, flowed between bodies and bodies, above the table, under the chairs, in all the voids. The officers looked at their new commander as if reading a thick book. This man who came out of a remote country, this fighter who is brave and good at fighting on the battlefield, and this high-ranking general who has grown up from learning from war without a teacher, has reached the most glorious peak of his life. His wise gaze concealed confidence in calmness, and majesty in softness.

Chen Mohan was also looking at Liang Bida, he was judging the new commander - what was he thinking at this moment?

Zhang Guanghui's mobilization report ended, and Dou Yuquan, the executive deputy commander presiding over the meeting, announced, "Commander Liang Bida is invited to give important instructions," and then, there was silence in the auditorium for about two seconds, and then, a whirlwind sound rose into the air, and nearly 5,000 hands were doing the same thing at the same time - applause.

Liang Bida suddenly thought of a strange question at this time, what do these applause mean, are they expressing the same feelings? Are the feelings expressed by these applause the same weight? No, definitely not.

No two pairs of applause are the same, absolutely none. If more than 2,000 people were coughing at the same time, what would it be like? That might mean the same thing.

A blank space suddenly appeared in Liang Bida's thinking world—ah, it was so quiet. The auditorium, which beats more than 2,000 hearts, is really quiet at the moment, and this vigorous applause is really very quiet. He felt that he was walking alone in a desert where no one was around. He walked alone in this uninhabited wilderness for nearly ten seconds before he smiled slightly, took off his rimless glasses, replaced them with a pair of rimed glasses, calmly spread out the speech in front of him, and began his first speech on a major occasion after taking office as commander of the D Military Region.