It Really Exists

Lu Xiaoya bit her lip and followed behind the group. She wanted to see what kind of tricks this young Brigade Commander was up to.

The group walked around the camp and headed north for about a mile.

Before they even reached their destination, a thick, nauseating stench of burning drifted over with the wind, mixed with the strange smell of roasted meat and diesel.

Several female students couldn't stand it and covered their mouths, retching.

The male students' faces all turned pale.

When they rounded a small hill, the sight before them made everyone gasp.

An enormous, deep pit appeared before them, as large as several basketball courts.

Flames raged within the pit, and countless charred, humanoid figures tumbled in the fire, crackling.

This wasn't a crematorium at all.

It was a dumping pit for corpses!

A giant grave filled with over ten thousand bodies!

"Ugh..."

Finally, a student couldn't hold it in anymore and ran to the side to vomit.

Lu Xiaoya's face instantly lost all color. She tightly covered her mouth, her stomach churning, her eyes filled with horror.

She had never imagined that the true face of war was so direct and brutal.

It was ten thousand times more terrifying than any description in words or photos.

Chu Shixin pointed at the large pit, his voice still loud.

"See? This is White Bear's Far East Armored Army. Over thirteen thousand people. The Brigade Commander said they had to be neat and tidy, so not a single one escaped."

"They've been burning for three days, and the smell is still this strong. Can't be helped, otherwise, plagues could break out."

He spoke as if it were nothing, but to the students, it sounded like thunder.

It's real...

What he said was actually true!

Chu Shixin didn't give them much time to be shocked and led them to another area.

There, an even more spectacular sight awaited them.

A "mountain" made of weapons.

Hundreds of armored vehicles and Tanks, blown into bizarre shapes, were piled together like scrap metal.

Beside them were mountains of rifles, machine guns, mortars, and neatly stacked boxes of ammunition.

"These are all captured spoils. The Brigade Commander said White Bear is our great transport captain. If we need anything, just ask them." Chu Shixin patted the turret of a Tank, making a loud bang.

"This thing, the iron shell is hard, but it's just a shell. Our soldiers have ways to deal with it."

The students were speechless.

They touched the cold Tank armor, looked at the mountains of weapons, and their minds went blank.

Myth...

It really existed.

Lu Xiaoya stood in front of the pile of "scrap metal," lost in thought.

She remembered her earlier doubts about Zhang Xueming, and her cheeks burned as if she had been slapped hard.

That night, dozens of bonfires were lit in the Eighth Brigade's camp.

After the shock, the students now felt only endless admiration.

They surrounded the Feng Army soldiers who had just come off the battlefield, chattering and asking questions non-stop.

"Brother soldier, how did you win?"

"Yeah, yeah, tell us quickly!"

The soldiers were all young men in their early twenties. Being surrounded by a group of students, especially pretty female students, made them all blush, but they stood up straighter.

They all remembered the Brigade Commander's previous orders: "Say half, keep half. Talk about it as mysteriously as possible, brag as much as you can!"

An old soldier took a swig of wine, wiped his mouth, and began his performance.

"How did we fight? Simple! That day, we found a group of Russians hiding in the latrines. The Brigade Commander directly ordered us to use grenades!"

"Good heavens, dozens of grenades were thrown in, duang! duang! duang! That latrine just flew into the sky! The Russians inside were blown to smithereens... tsk tsk, fertilizer all over the sky!"

The students listened with wide eyes, feeling a bit disgusted, but mostly excited.

Another soldier, not to be outdone, tapped the Entrenching Tool beside him.

"Grenades are nothing! Our brigade's Entrenching Tools are the real killing weapons! You know White Bear's Tanks? Those iron turtles! Our squad leader, holding just this thing, seized the opportunity and pried its cannon barrel crooked with one move! Another brother was even fiercer, he directly shoved the shovel into the observation port and stirred it up, turning the driver inside into meat paste on the spot!"

"That's right! We also pierced their fuel tanks with bayonets!"

"We poured chili powder into their ventilation shafts!"

Various absurd and darkly humorous stories came from the soldiers' mouths, making the students' blood boil, as if they too had participated in this bizarre and glorious victory.

Lu Xiaoya sat a little further away; she didn't join in.

She knew that ninety-nine percent of these stories were exaggerated, but she also understood that for the soldiers to talk about such brutal battles in such a relaxed tone, that young Brigade Commander must possess extraordinary methods and prestige.

Halfway through the bonfire party, Zhang Boling, with Lu Xiaoya, found Zhang Xueming talking with several officers.