Cheng Ze's figure hovered outside the tent like a ghost. His steps were light, as if he was afraid of disturbing the awe-inspiring atmosphere of planning inside. He knew that the general inside was making a crucial plan for the upcoming battle, and every sound of a pencil drawing on the map could represent a turning point in a future battle.

Cheng Ze, you are back, Cheng Ze walked into the battle tent in silence, his face was covered with dust, his clothes and armor were no longer neat, but he was still as tall as ever. His eyes revealed the tenacity of the surviving soldiers and the depth of the battle. The cruelty of the battlefield has given him too much tempering, but it has also forged his stronger determination.

"Cheng Ze, are you safe and sound?" Li Ke's voice was full of concern, which was relief and worry for the young general. The messenger's message brought everyone's hearts to their throats.

Cheng Ze raised his head slightly, expressing his gratitude to the general for his concern, and at the same time, a wry smile appeared on his face. "General, I did encounter an ambush from the Khitans," Cheng Ze said slowly, "They disguised themselves as caravans and set up traps, and we were almost wiped out. Zhang De is a mole and has been eliminated by me. Solve the hidden dangers inside.

The atmosphere in the tent suddenly became tense, and everyone listened with bated breath, this was not only a battle report, but also a vivid experience sharing, a valuable lesson for future actions.

"My squad of sentries spotted the camouflaged caravan in a small valley, and at first everything seemed normal, but soon we realized something was wrong." Cheng Ze's voice was calm and deep, revealing alertness and calmness on the battlefield. "We urgently retreated, but the Khitan cavalry had already surrounded the exit of the valley."

He continued: "The battle was brutal and we were caught in a bitter fight. The Khitans were superb in riding, and we were at a disadvantage, but we did not give up. Cheng Ze's tone carried a kind of tenacity unique to iron-blooded soldiers, the courage not to give up hope in the face of despair.

"In the end, we relied on the advantage of the terrain to set a trap to counterattack, and although we paid a huge price, we finally broke through." Cheng Ze's face showed a touch of exhaustion, it was the exhaustion after struggling on the edge of life and death, but there was still a never-say-die determination in his eyes.

"It was certainly my negligence to fall into an ambush, but our losses will teach us a lesson and make us more cautious in future battles." His words are full of self-reflection and a determination to look forward.

After Li Keyong listened, he pondered for a moment, and then glanced at Cheng Ze deeply, and a trace of appreciation and trust flashed in his eyes. "You're doing a great job, Cheng Ze. To be able to break out of the enemy's encirclement, it is not only courage, but also wisdom. It was a difficult experience, but it was a valuable experience for all of us. Rest, we'll learn this lesson and let it be our strength. "

Cheng Ze looked at the general, his clenched fists gradually relaxed, and he knew that this experience would be an important turning point in his growth. After saluting the general, he slowly walked out of the tent to find a moment of tranquility and prepare his body and mind for the next battle.

Cheng Ze's gaze was projected through the gap on the map that outlined the future fate, and his heartbeat accelerated. He knew that although he had not yet been able to take on the responsibility at such a moment, his trust and respect for the general was unwavering. In his eyes, Li Keyong is not only a strategist, but also a leader who can ignite the flame of hope in the hearts of soldiers.

At this time, Cheng Ze had a lot of thoughts. He recalled his original intention of joining the army, as well as his comrades who sweated together during training. He knew that as dawn came, he and his comrades-in-arms would face a severe test, and their lives, ideals, and even the future of the entire country would hang by a thread.

Cheng Ze sat alone in the corner of the tent, his gaze piercing through the darkness ahead, as if trying to capture the time that had passed. His thoughts were like a flooding river, unstoppable. He recalled the firm look in his eyes that day when he decided to join the army, and at that moment he was full of idealistic enthusiasm, regardless of his family's obstacles, just because he had a deep love for his country and a desire for glory in his heart.

The original training scene is vivid, he and his comrades endured rigorous training together, the taste of sweat and soil, the pain and joy of challenging the limit, are engraved in his memory. They shared simple food together, warmed themselves around a campfire on cold nights, and talked about their hopes for future battles and their yearning for victory.

In the barracks, Cheng Ze and his comrades-in-arms spent countless days and nights, exercising their bodies and wills. Every morning, when the first rays of sunlight break through the mist, they are lined up on the playground to start the day's training. The training was extremely harsh, not only physically tortured, but also mentally tempered.

They carried heavy equipment on their backs, crawled on the muddy ground, sweat mixed with mud, and flowed into their eyes, mouth and nose, and the smell was sharp and real, and Chengze can still clearly remember it to this day. They practice long-distance running until their legs are as heavy as lead, and every step feels like they are pulling against gravity. They practiced fighting until their arms were weak and their skin was covered with bruises.

Despite the hard training, the camaraderie between the comrades-in-arms took root in the midst of the hardships. Together, they share the simplest of foods—hard bread and thin soups, which, though simple, are prized in mutual support. At the end of training, they gather around the campfire to warm up, the light of the fire jumping on their tired faces, bringing a touch of warmth and solace.

On nights like this, they talk about their hometowns and share each other's dreams and hopes. Some of the comrades-in-arms will talk about what they want to do for their country, while others will talk about wanting to return to a peaceful life in the fields after the war. And Cheng Ze, he often listened quietly, his heart full of longing for future battles and yearning for victory. He knew that all these daily tenacity training and late-night camaraderie exchanges were all about making them stronger warriors, ready for the trials that were to come.

Those days at the beginning were like a hard stone, which became more and more smooth and tough after wind and rain, and became an indelible memory in Chengze's heart. The camaraderie and interdependence between them grew deeper and deeper in the barracks, and it was this deep camaraderie that allowed them to fight side by side on the battlefield without fear.

However, the reality is far more cruel than he imagined, and life and death on the battlefield are not as easy as the rhetoric of his youth. Now he has a deep understanding that every charge may be a brush with death, and every survival is a gratitude for fate. The formulation of tactics, the use of terrain, and the comparison of the strengths of the enemy and the enemy are no longer just words on paper, but major issues that determine the survival of countless lives.

Cheng Ze knew that with the dawn coming, he would once again lead his comrades to the battlefield. They may face even more severe tests, and every step must be extremely cautious, because they are at stake for everyone's life. His heart was filled with heaviness, and the faces of every comrade flashed through his mind—those smiling faces that he might never see again, those young lives that might sleep forever on the battlefield.

He closed his eyes and silently recited the names of each of his comrades, as if this would bring them good luck and protection. Cheng Ze knows that not only personal glory awaits them, but also the future of the family and the country, and the destiny of the nation. They shoulder not only their personal life and death, but also the safety of millions of people.

He sat quietly until the last trace of darkness of the night was brushed away, and Cheng Ze stood up, his eyes no longer hesitation and fear, replaced by firmness and determination. He carried all these burdens on his shoulders, ready to lead his comrades in the coming dawn and trials. Cheng Ze knew that no matter what awaited them in front of them was the joy of victory or the bitterness of defeat, he would be worthy of the original oath and promise in his heart.

At this moment, Li Keyong walked out of the tent, and Cheng Ze quickly sorted out his demeanor and prepared to report. Li Ke met him with his gaze, deep and encouraging, as if he could gain insight into the apprehension in Cheng Ze's heart. "Cheng Ze, tomorrow you will lead your squad as a vanguard," Li Ke said in a sonorous voice, "I know that you can do it, and you and your comrades will be the harbingers of victory." "

Cheng Ze found new strength in Li Keyong's gaze, and the feeling of being trusted was like a warm current, dispelling the uneasiness and exhaustion in his heart. He straightened up, his gaze determined, ready to take on this new command and challenge.

Li Ke stepped out of the tent with a firm step, his figure elongated in the rising moonlight, looking majestic and solemn. His face carried the solemnity unique to a battle-experienced general, and his gaze swept across the camp, and finally fixed on Cheng Ze's body.

"Chengze, tomorrow's battle is vital to us," Li Ke broke the silence of the night in a deep voice, his words full of strength and confidence, "I want you to lead your squad to lead the way and be the vanguard of the entire army." "

Cheng Ze nervously clenched the long sword in his hand, he knew that this meant that the team he would lead would be the first to encounter the enemy and take the greatest risk, but it was also an honor, an affirmation of his ability.

"General, I understand that this is a great responsibility," Cheng Ze responded in a firm tone, without a trace of tremor in his voice, "My comrades-in-arms and I will not disappoint your expectations. We will prove our courage and loyalty with our actions. "

Li Keyong nodded, a satisfied smile on his face. He understands Cheng Ze's abilities, and he also knows that this young man has maturity and tenacity beyond his years. "I trust you," he said slowly, "and remember, no matter what happens on the battlefield, stay calm and take advantage of your strengths." "

Seongze took a deep breath and turned the tension inside into focus and preparation for the upcoming battle. "Yes, General. I will keep your teachings in mind and lead my squad against all odds. "

Li Keyong turned around and was about to return to his tent, when he paused, turned to look at Cheng Ze again, and a trace of imperceptible emotion flashed in his eyes: "Cheng Ze, you are not only fighting for yourself, you represent the glory of the entire Tang Dynasty." Your comrades-in-arms are the bravest sons of this land. I await news of your victory. "

These words were like a hammer hitting Cheng Ze's heart, and he felt an unprecedented sense of responsibility and mission. He saluted the general again, and then watched Li Keyong's back disappear behind the tent curtain.

Cheng Ze returned to his camp and looked at the tent of the squad that would enter the battlefield tomorrow, his heart was full of trust in his comrades and his desire for victory. This is not just a battle, but an opportunity to prove the worth and glory of yourself and your comrades - they will be the harbingers of Jin, the dawn before dawn.

The moment the words fell, an imperceptible light flashed in Cheng Ze's eyes, reflecting the awe of the upcoming battle and the desire for victory. He knew in his heart that the road ahead of him was not only an obedience to orders, but also a manifestation of the great responsibility on his shoulders. He clearly felt that every step he took affected the direction of the battle, and every choice was closely tied to the fate of his comrades.

Cheng Ze's chest rose and fell slightly with each deep breath, and he tried to control the fluctuations in his heart. He respects not only Li Keyong, but also the solemn promise of being a soldier. His voice was firm, like a meteor in the night sky, heralding the trumpet of dawn sounding in his heart.

The moment he turned around, the gesture of raising his hand in salute was no longer the habitual body language, but full of strength and determination. Every step is resolute and powerful, and his straight back is a silent response to the challenges that lie ahead, an inner struggle and a manifesto.

Walking out of the tent, Cheng Ze's gaze swept over the quiet and serene tents, and he knew that the silence would soon be broken. In the depths of his heart, passion churned like a war drum, and this emotion was about to turn into bravery and wisdom in the fires of war. He began to recall in his mind the faces of each of the squad members, imagining their heroic posture in battle, confirming that each of them was ready for the challenge.

He walked slowly to the soldiers' tents, rehearsing in his mind how to convey the general's instructions and beliefs to each of his comrades. He had to make sure that his words were not just to convey instructions, but also to arouse the enthusiasm of the soldiers. He wanted them to understand that they were about to take part in a great struggle for their country and their honor.

Cheng Ze stood quietly, taking a deep breath of the earthy air, knowing in his heart that as the leader of the vanguard, he and his squad would become the sharp knives that broke the game. Although the future is full of uncertainties, what he is sure of is their determination and courage to prepare for battle.

He passed on his firm will and unyielding courage to every soldier through the night, igniting the soul of a warrior in them with calm and powerful words. In the following battles, no matter which side the weighing pan of the war ultimately leans towards, Cheng Ze and his team will bravely meet their own battles with great pride and honor.

When Li Keyong returned to the tent again, Cheng Ze disappeared into the hazy night to prepare his team and equipment. He knew that he had to convey the general's confidence to every soldier, and they had to be like the general, with iron will and fire with passion.

The pre-dawn silence was broken by the tense and orderly preparation of the soldiers, and Li Keyong stood quietly in the tent for a moment, knowing that the general Chengze and his team were not far away, their youth and blood were about to write a new chapter for this land. And Li Keyong, the lonely strategist in the middle of the night, will also join his soldiers to welcome the dawn that belongs to them.

The glimmer of the morning has not yet completely dispelled the night, and the barracks are already busy. In the dim light and rising morning light, the soldiers scrutinized their equipment to make sure that every weapon was in the best condition. The sound of iron armor colliding and swords unsheathed came and went, not loud, but full of tense and orderly rhythm. Determination was written on their faces, determination in their eyes, and every movement showed their pre-battle concentration.

Inside the general's tent, Li Keyong stood at the table, his eyes on the map in front of him, his fingers sliding lightly over it, as if he was going through the upcoming battle plan again in his mind. There wasn't much expression on his face, but the contemplation between his eyebrows revealed his deep thinking about the battle situation. The tranquility of the moment, for him, was a brief silence before heading out into the storm.

He knew that just outside the tent, his soldiers, including Cheng Ze, who was about to lead the squad as the vanguard, were making final preparations for the upcoming battle. These young lives, their blood and courage, will be ignited in the next battle and write a chapter in the history of their generation.

Li Keyong raised his head and looked through the gap in the tent at the gradually whitening sky. He knew that once the battle began, it was like the gears of fate began to turn, irreversible. He is well aware that his decision-making will directly affect the life and death of every soldier, which is a heavy responsibility and an unshirkable responsibility as a general.

He exhaled a long breath gently, gathered his mind, and transformed all his emotions into inner strength. Then, turning around, he stepped out of the tent and stepped into the midst of the young soldiers, their eyes flashing with a desire for victory and a reflection of his own inner steadfastness.

This day was not only a test for Cheng Ze and his comrades, but also a test for Li Ke's ingenuity and leadership as a lone strategist. On the shoulders of each of them, they carry the future of the country, and every sword and sword shadow is to protect the peace of this land. The dawn is coming, and they will all welcome their own dawn. In this upcoming battle, they are all protagonists, and they are all an indispensable part of this long history.

The brightest stars in the night sky also seem to be silently watching all this, witnessing the coming war and those who will leave their names in the long river of history. Cheng Ze's belief was ignited, and Li Keyong's plan had been rolled out, and although the two were in different positions, their hearts were closely connected for the same goal. On this quiet and tense night, everything is waiting for the dawn in silence. Because they are ambitious.