There is no shortage of high-status guests in this poor camp.
This is a strange phenomenon that every veteran on the border has long been accustomed to.
The entire camp has no code name, but it is a regiment-level organization clearly recorded in the Zhongzhou military archives. The level is not low, but in fact, the number of all personnel combined cannot even meet the standards of an elite company, with less than a hundred people. The camp has been stationed on the border for more than twenty years. There is no rear, only a front. From the perspective of the entire Central Continent, the camp in front of you can be said to be the closest place to the Annan Kingdom. It has reached the point where it can no longer go forward.
During the plum rain season, drizzle hits the entire primeval forest. The rain is not heavy, but it seems to never stop. From morning to night, there seems to be only the sound of wind and rain in the vast sky.
Rain wraps the forest.
Forest surrounds the camp.
This camp, which does not have any weapons of mass destruction, no support, or even supplies, seems to have been forgotten by the whole world in the vast rain. Viewed from a high altitude, the atmosphere is particularly silent, even a little desolate.
There are no clear rules and regulations in the camp. It is the last refuge for a group of desolate people. Although it is called a military camp, a certain degree of freedom and survival are the primary issues that everyone in the camp must consider. Training It all depends on self-awareness and there is no military discipline. Naturally, there is no violation. In the deep mountains and old forests far away from the Emperor, it seems that no restrictions in Central Continent can be extended here. For these dozens of veterans, as long as the people in the camp are The old man didn't speak, even if the king of heaven came, he couldn't speak here.
The helicopter was circling and landing at high altitude. From a commanding 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 unorganized. As the helicopter descended, it became more and more undisciplined. Low, the whistling sound of the rotors was enough to alarm the entire camp, but despite the huge noise, the entire camp still seemed to be in a deep sleep, and no one came out to greet them from the beginning to the end.
"Look at what's down here, what does it look like?"
In the cabin of the helicopter, an ordinary-looking middle-aged man asked softly.
The space in the cabin is extremely spacious and there are few passengers. To be precise, there are only two people, one standing and one sitting. The middle-aged man sitting casually supports his chin with his hand and looks at the camp that is constantly enlarging in his sight, with a calm expression. But his eyes gradually condensed.
This is a middle-aged man who looks to be no more than forty years old. He has a decent suit and an ordinary appearance. His hair is neatly combed. He looks low-key yet elegant. Several military elites nearby who temporarily serve as waiters are far away. Standing far away on the other side of the cabin, his eyes occasionally turned, and there was a kind of awe and respect in his eyes, even a little fanaticism.
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. It is broad and vast, just like the sky, earth and stars. Deep down, every move is hidden. of majesty.
His eyes stared unblinkingly at the camp below, more like staring than watching.
"The military discipline is in disarray. It's a complete mess. There are no rules at all. There's no sign of a camp at all?"
Next to the middle-aged man stood a man of his own age. Different from the peaceful middle-aged man who seemed to be able to tolerate everything in the world, he was a standard domineering man with a tall build and a resolute appearance. He was wearing a general's uniform. He looked extremely powerful. The Central Continent admiral stood beside the middle-aged man like the most loyal guard. He was talking nonsense, 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 Central Continent Star Flag hanging outside the cabin and said calmly: "They are simply insulting the army and this flag by being here."
Star flag.
This is the flag of Central Continent. It is in the army and at the border. It is the pride, sacredness and majesty of a great country that flies in the sky every day, representing the supreme glory.
"insult?"
The ordinary-looking middle-aged man raised his eyebrows slightly and his eyes became deeper. The scenery outside the window continued to decrease as the plane descended. He chuckled and said softly: "Did they insult the Star Flag? Or did the Star Flag insult them? "
"you... "
The admiral's expression changed and he was speechless for a moment.
The middle-aged man took a deep breath and pointed to the camp outside the cabin again: "What does it look like?"
The admiral looked out the window and then at the middle-aged man next to him, with a blank look on his face.
"Like a group of dormant tigers."
The middle-aged man said to himself: "This is their lair. Is military discipline disordered? I know you advocate wolf pack tactics and pay attention to teamwork and cooperation, but what is left here now is a group of tigers. The use of tactics is insufficient. It shows that when an individual’s strength reaches the extreme, the so-called rules and disciplines 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 shone with stubbornness: "Because from this perspective, the people and things you can cite as examples only mean that they are not strong enough."
The helicopter finally landed.
A middle-aged woman who looked to be in her forties walked over slowly from the camp. She looked at the open cabin with a calm and numb expression.
The middle-aged man stepped out of the plane first, and the powerful general beside him followed him step by step.
It rains in the jungle, and the raindrops beat noisily on the primeval forest on the southwest border of Zhongzhou. The heat in the camp has slightly reduced, but it has turned into a sultry heat that makes people more irritated. It seems that even the weather has been remembered and deliberately forgotten by Zhongzhou. The camp had been hostile for many years. The moment he stepped out of the cabin, the sultry and almost suffocating air invaded him. However, the young-looking middle-aged man was dizzy and could hardly breathe for a moment.
"So old."
The middle-aged man stood in front of the cabin door for a while, took deep breaths several times in succession, and laughed to himself after adapting to the surrounding air.
"You are in your prime, but the environment here is indeed a bit harsh."
The admiral calmly helped the middle-aged man and said.
The man shook his head and walked 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 calmly: "I am Qingye, you two, please follow me."
Green leaves... Green leaves...
The middle-aged man didn't have any reaction yet. After the admiral on the side recited the code name silently twice, he suddenly realized. Although he knew where he was coming this time, at this moment, he still couldn't recognize it and was a little surprised.
The general straightened his body subconsciously, as if he wanted to salute a military salute, but when he raised his hand halfway and looked at the empty epaulettes of the other party, he lowered his hand again.
After being stunned for a while, he twitched the corner of his mouth and unconsciously used the honorific: "You were the captain of the Totem Squadron back then? Qingye, Major General Qingye?"
Middle-earth Totem Squadron.
In the entire special operations system, Totem Squadron can be said to be one of the most elite special operations organizations. For the entire Central Continent, this is an extremely old organization. Although it is only a deputy governor-level organization now, it is compared to the large Some of the governor-level organizations are not inferior. The admiral is now one of the most powerful figures in Central Continent, but he was trained in the Totem Squadron when he was young and has also met Qingye.
In his memory, she was a very beautiful woman. After so many years, when he saw Qingye again, the general suddenly found that what impressed him most was the shining major general epaulettes on this woman's shoulders.
Qingye nodded, with an indifferent expression, Totem Squadron... After many years, she heard this name again, but her heart did not waver at all. After more than twenty years of ups and downs, now looking back, the pride and pride she once felt. Glory seems to have happened a lifetime ago.
"please."
Qingye led the way sideways and took the lead, heading directly towards the only slightly taller wooden building in the center of the camp.
Looking at the still beautiful but slightly weathered face, the admiral turned away, took a deep breath, followed closely beside 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. It is about a hundred meters away and is high enough to see everything outside clearly.
When the roar of the helicopter rotors subsided, Li Honghe, who had supported this special camp in Zhongzhou for twenty years, stood in front of the door and watched the three people in his sight walking over in the rain.
The middle-aged man's face gradually became clearer.
Li Honghe narrowed his eyes and watched calmly, but his body showed no intention of going downstairs to greet him.
"Grandpa Li, is someone here again?"
A voice sounded behind Li Honghe.
Inside the room, which was made of wood but was still damp and uncomfortable, a young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes was meditating. When the roar of the helicopter disappeared, he opened his eyes and stood up from the bed.
The young man looked about twenty-four or five years old. He looked a bit dull and short in stature, but he was extremely well-proportioned and strong. He walked towards Li Honghe. There was no extraordinary momentum in his walking, but he had an extremely natural rhythm.
This was the most talented young man in the entire camp besides Li Tianlan, Qingye's son. After Li Tianlan left, the young man was named by Li Honghe and moved into this wooden building. Li Honghe personally taught him how to polish his martial arts.
"Yeah, a big shot is here."
Li Honghe stood quietly, with a kind and gentle smile, but a strange solemnity in his eyes: "It seems that Tianlan is doing well 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 his somewhat dull expression gradually became more vivid, and he burst into a silly smile.
"It seems the plan is about to change."
Li Honghe looked at the middle-aged people and generals who were getting closer, whispered to himself, and suddenly asked: "In the past life, do you want to go out? Go and help Tianlan?"
The young man named Gosheng was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously opened his mouth. He stared at Li Honghe dumbfounded and stammered: "Li... Grandpa Li, I, I, can I?"
"If you want to, of course you can."
Li Honghe laughed softly and remained calm.
"I... "
After a brief excitement, the young man quickly calmed down. He took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with thought. Less than a minute passed quickly, but there seemed to be a lot of noise in the afterlife. The middle-aged man below was about to die. When he approached the wooden building, he spoke softly: "Grandpa Li, I am willing to go out, but..."
"No just."
Li Honghe raised his chin, looked at the middle-aged man below, and said softly: "You will follow him into the world today."
at the same time.
Qingye appeared under the wooden building with a middle-aged man and a general in military uniform.
Upstairs and downstairs.
The actual age difference is actually not too far apart, at least it is much smaller than it seems when the two look at each other.
The middle-aged man chuckled, bowed deeply to Li Honghe upstairs and said, "Li Huacheng has met Mr. Li."
The admiral's expression changed, and he bowed slightly.
Upstairs, Li Honghe narrowed his eyes slightly and was silent for a while before calmly saying: "Come up."
He turned around and walked into the damp cabin.
The young man named Gosheng followed quietly and asked with a subconscious laugh: "Grandpa Li, his surname is also Li, is he really a big shot?"
"There are so many people named Li."
Li Honghe smiled and said: "As for being a big shot... Well, at least now, there is no bigger person than him in the entire Central Continent."
He shook his head, seeming to be a little emotional, with a strong unexpected feeling.
Li Huacheng!
Director of the Central Continent Policy Bureau.
Minister of Military Affairs of Zhongzhou.
The big boss of the academy.
This name, which is extremely unfamiliar to the entire camp, is absolutely unknown to everyone outside, in Zhongzhou, a country with a population of 1.5 billion.
Because behind that series of prominent identities, he also has an even more prominent identity.
President of Middle-earth.
Li Huacheng!
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