There is no shortage of noble guests in poor camps where birds don't poop.
This is a strange phenomenon that every veteran at the border has long been accustomed to.
The entire camp does not have a code name, but it is clearly recorded in the regimental level of the military archives of Central, the level is not low, but in fact, all the personnel combined, the number of people can not even meet the standard of an elite company, the camp of less than 100 people has been stationed on the border for more than 20 years, there is no rear, only the front line, from the entire territory of Central, the camp in front of you can be said to be the closest to Annan, and it can no longer go forward.
In the rainy season, the drizzle beats the whole primeval forest, the rain is not heavy, but it seems to have no pause, from morning to night, it seems that only the sound of wind and rain is left in the vast world.
Rain wraps the forest.
The forest surrounds the camp.
This camp, which had no mass destruction, no support, or even supplies, seemed to be forgotten by the whole world in the vast rain, and when viewed from above, the atmosphere was exceptionally silent, even a little bleak.
There are no clear rules and regulations in the camp, this is the last refuge of a group of down-and-out people, although it is in the name of the military camp, but a certain degree of freedom and survival is the primary issue for everyone in the camp to consider, training is all on consciousness, there is no military discipline, naturally there is no violation, the emperor of the sky is far away in the deep mountains and old forests, any restraint in the middle of the continent seems to be unable to extend here, for these dozens of veterans, as long as the old man in the camp does not speak, it is the king of heaven Lao Tzu is coming, It's hard to talk here.
The helicopter landed in a hovering at a high altitude, at a condescending angle, through the rain curtain, everything below was clearly visible, the camp was quiet, occasionally people in military uniforms walked by, and it looked extremely scattered, as the helicopter descended lower and lower, the whistling of the rotors was enough to alarm the entire camp, but in the loud noise, the whole camp still seemed to fall into a deep sleep, and no one came out to greet it from beginning to end.
"Look at this In the cabin of the helicopter, an ordinary-looking middle-aged man asked softly.
The space in the cabin is extremely spacious, there are few passengers, to be exact, there are only two people, one standing and one sitting, the middle-aged man who sits casually supports his chin with his hand, looking at the camp that is constantly magnifying in his sight, his expression is calm, but his eyes are gradually condensed.
This is a middle-aged man who looks no more than forty years old, with a decent suit, ordinary appearance, neatly combed hair, looking low-key and graceful, and several military elites who temporarily serve as waiters nearby are standing far away on the other side of the cabin, their eyes occasionally turning, and their eyes are all full of awe and respect, and even a little fanatical.
The middle-aged man is not very imposing, gentle and calm, but he has a kind of mind that can be easily felt by everyone, broad and vast, like the starry sky of heaven and earth.
His eyes unblinkingly looked at the camp below, not so much watching as staring.
"Military discipline is scattered, it's just a mess, there are no rules, where is the slightest camp?"
There was a man of the same age as him standing next to the middle-aged man, different from the middle-aged man who seemed to be able to tolerate all things in the world, he belonged to the kind of standard domineering and exposed man, burly, resolute in appearance, wearing a general's uniform, he looked extremely powerful, this general of Zhongzhou stood beside the middle-aged man like the most loyal guard, his mouth was messy, but there was not much anger in his tone, just a hint of disapproval.
The helicopter is about to land.
The admiral pointed to the Zhongzhou Star Flag hanging outside the cabin, and said lightly: "They are here, it is simply an insult to the army and an insult to this flag." ” Star Banner.
This is the national flag of Middle-earth, in the army, on the border, this is the pride of a great power that will fly in the air every day, sacred, majestic, representing the supreme glory.
"Insults?"
The ordinary-looking middle-aged man raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes became deeper and deeper, and the scenery outside the window continued to decrease as the plane fell, he chuckled and said softly: "Are they insulting the Star Flag?"
Or did the Star Banner insult them?
” "You" The admiral's face changed, and he was speechless for a while.
The middle-aged man took a deep breath and pointed to the camp outside the cabin again: "Like what?"
” The admiral looked out the window, and then at the middle-aged man beside him, with a blank expression.
"Like a bunch of dormant tigers."
The middle-aged man said to himself, "This is their lair."
Disorganized military discipline?
I know you're a fan of wolf pack tactics, teamwork and coordination, but what is left here today is a pack of tigers.
The use of tactics is a manifestation of lack of strength, and when individual strength is extreme, the so-called rules and discipline will not make them stronger, but will add countless burdens to them. ” "You can say I'm wrong, or you can refute me with examples, but I stand by my opinion."
His voice was low and soft, and his eyes flashed with stubbornness: "Because from this perspective, the people and things that can be exemplified by you can only show that they are not strong enough." ” The helicopter finally landed.
A middle-aged woman in the camp who looked to be in her forties walked over slowly, looking at the open cabin, her expression calm and a little numb.
The middle-aged man was the first to step out of the plane, and the mighty general beside him followed him step by step.
The rain in the jungle, the rain is disturbing the primeval forest in the southwest border of Central Continent, the heat in the camp is slightly reduced, but it has become more irritating and sultry, it seems that even the weather is hostile to this camp that has been remembered and deliberately forgotten for many years by Central Continent, the moment he walked out of the cabin, the sultry almost suffocating air invaded, but the middle-aged man who looked young was dizzy, and he was a little out of breath for a while.
"It's so old."
The middle-aged man stood in front of the cabin door for a while, took several deep breaths in a row, and after adjusting to the air around him, laughed at himself.
"You're in the prime of life, but it's a bit harsh."
The admiral quietly supported the middle-aged man and spoke.
The man shook his head and stepped out of the cabin.
Outside the cabin, the middle-aged woman, who had been watching all this calmly and numbly, took a step forward and said lightly: "I'm Aoba, please come with me." ” Aoba Aoba The middle-aged man didn't react yet, and after the admiral on the side silently recited the code name twice, he immediately reacted, although he knew what kind of place he came here this time, but at this moment, he still couldn't recognize some surprises.
The admiral subconsciously straightened his body, looking as if he wanted to salute the military, but his hand was raised halfway, and looking at the other party's empty epaulettes, his hand was lowered again.
After being stunned for a while, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he unconsciously used an honorific: "You were the captain of the totem squadron back then?"
Aoba, Major General Aoba?
” Middle-earth Totem Squadron.
In the entire special operations system, the totem squadron can be said to be one of the most elite special operations institutions, for the entire Central Continent, this is an extremely old institution, although it is only a vice-governor-level institution now, but it is not inferior to most of the governor-level institutions, and the general is now also one of the powerful figures in the Central Continent, but when he was young, he was trained in the totem squadron and had also seen Aoba.
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In my memory, it was an extremely beautiful woman, after so many years, when I saw Aoba again, the admiral suddenly found that what impressed him the most was the shining major general's epaulette on the woman's shoulder.
Aoba nodded, her expression was indifferent, the totem squadron heard this name again after many years, but her heart did not fluctuate at all, more than 20 years of ups and downs, and now looking back, the pride and glory of the past seem to have been a matter of the previous life.
"Please."
Aoba led the way sideways, leading the way, directly to the only slightly taller wooden building in the center of the camp.
Looking at the face that was still beautiful but a little more weathered, the admiral took a deep breath, followed the middle-aged man, and walked towards the wooden building.
This place is not far from the wooden building in the center of the camp, a distance of about 100 meters, condescending, enough to see everything outside.
When the whistling of the helicopter's rotors calmed down, Li Honghe, who had supported this special camp in Central Continent for twenty years, stood in front of the door, watching the three people in sight come over in the rain.
The middle-aged man's face gradually became clearer.
Li Honghe narrowed his eyes and looked at it quietly, but his body did not have the slightest intention of going downstairs to greet him.
"Grandpa Li, is anyone here again?"
A voice sounded behind Li Honghe.
In the uncomfortable interior of the wooden but still damp room, a young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes was meditating, and when the whistling of the helicopter died down, he also opened his eyes and got up from the bed.
The young man looked like he was about twenty-four or five years old, he looked a little wooden, not tall, but he was extremely well-proportioned and strong, he walked towards Li Honghe, there was no extraordinary momentum when he walked, but there was a very natural rhythm.
This is the most talented young man in the entire camp except Li Tianlan, the son of Aoba, after Li Tianlan left, the young man was named by Li Honghe and moved into this wooden building, and Li Honghe personally instructed him to polish his martial arts.
"yes, there's a big guy."
Li Honghe stood quietly, his smile was kind and gentle, but there was a strange solemnity in his eyes: "It seems that Tianlan seems to be doing a good job in Huating." ” For the entire camp, Li Tianlan's development in the outside world is the most interesting thing for them, the young man's eyes lit up, and some wooden expressions gradually became vivid, and he smirked.
"Looks like the plan is about to change."
Li Honghe looked at the middle-aged man and the general who were gradually approaching, muttered to himself softly, and suddenly asked, "Die, do you want to go out?"
To help Tianlan?
” The young man named Deceased was stunned, subconsciously grew his mouth, looked at Li Honghe dumbfounded, and stammered: "Grandpa Li Li, I, I, can I?"
” "If you want to, you can."
Li Honghe laughed softly and remained silent.
"Me" After a short period of excitement, the young man quickly calmed down, he took a deep breath, his eyes flashed with a light of thought, less than a minute passed quickly, but the afterlife seemed to sound a lot, and when the middle-aged man below was about to approach the wooden building, he said softly: "Grandpa Li, I am willing to go out, just" "No, it's just."
Li Honghe raised his chin, looked at the middle-aged man below, and said softly, "You will follow him into the WTO today." ” At the same time.
Aoba appeared under the wooden building with a middle-aged man and a general in military uniform.
Upstairs and downstairs.
The difference in actual age is actually not too far, at least the two people who seem to have a much smaller difference look at each other.
The middle-aged man chuckled, bowed deeply to Li Honghe upstairs, and said, "Li Huacheng has seen Li Lao. ” The admiral's face changed, and he bowed slightly.
Upstairs, Li Honghe narrowed his eyes slightly, and was silent for a while before he said calmly: "Come up." ” He turned and walked into the damp wooden house.
The young man named Deceased followed quietly, and asked with a subconscious laugh: "Grandpa Li, he is also surnamed Li, is it really a big shot?"
” "There are more people with the surname Li."
Li Honghe smiled and said: "As for the big guy, at least now, there is no bigger figure than him in the entire Central Continent." ” He shook his head, as if with some emotion, with a deep sense of surprise.
Li Huacheng!
Director of the Central Continent Policy Bureau.
Minister of the Central Continent Military Department.
The big boss of the academic school.
This name, which is extremely unfamiliar to the entire camp, is absolutely unknown to everyone outside, in Middle-earth, which has a population of 1.5 billion.
Because behind that series of prominent identities, he has an even more prominent identity.
President of Middle-earth.
Li Huacheng!
Starting today, please call me the Disabled Dance!