770.
"Okay, that's what I meant." Chen Wanru nodded.
Zhang Feng got out of bed and sat on the sofa, frowning slightly.
Thinking back on when he first left the army, why did the old man insist on letting him go to Rwanda
That should be regarded as a kind of inheritance, or a test.
The old man founded the once-magnificent Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group on the land of Africa, but it collapsed on that land.
That's why he wanted to stand up from where he fell and see how far he could go.
Carefully pondering the reasons for the defeat of the Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group in Chen Wanru's words, the old man, as the leader of the mercenary group, undoubtedly knew that it was a trap and still issued the attack order, which was the direct cause of the defeat.
As a commander, this kind of recklessness is extremely unwise!
Is it worth sacrificing the lives of thousands of soldiers of the Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group for the life of a family
The answer is definitely not worth it, but Zhang Feng himself is not sure if he would have made the same decision as him if he had been the commander at that time.
The direct cause of the defeat was the old man's command.
What about the root cause? Zhang Feng found the fundamental answer through Chen Wanru's words.
That is, the Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group has always maintained the same fighting style as the guerrillas. It has no base of its own, so it is like duckweed, which has no roots and is naturally unstable.
Compared with the current Huangquan Mercenary Group, although the pace of development seems to be much slower than that of the Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group.
But the foundation is very solid. With Rwanda as the base, we can advance, attack, retreat and defend. And now with the Shengtang Club and the gold mine as the economic backbone, every step is particularly solid.
And compared to the Jagged Mercenary Group, the Huangquan Mercenary Group actually developed secretly and did not attract the attention of the four major mercenary groups prematurely.
After stubbing out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, Zhang Feng never thought of asking the old man these things again.
He still understood the old man's character. Since the old man asked him to ask Chen Wanru, if he asked him directly, he would definitely not say anything.
Moreover, the old man definitely did not want to mention these memories, and Zhang Feng did not want to tear open the scars he had covered up again.
"You have a good rest!"
She said to Chen Wanru who was lying on the bed. After all, she was very tired after working for so long.
Stand up, get dressed, and walk out the door.
Although there are still plans to accept the blood killing for the time being, and the Huangquan mercenary group is also handed over to the gigolo, it does not mean that Zhang Feng will not do anything.
Go out and see Del and Sharapova chatting.
He walked over and sat down, looking at Sharapova: "I want to talk to you about something, is that convenient?"
"If there is any inconvenience, please tell me." Seeing Zhang Feng being so serious, Sharapova also put away her joking expression.
"I want a spot in the Ares Halberd training camp." Zhang Feng said straight to the point.
Sharapova was not surprised. She already knew that Zhang Feng had seen through her true identity, "You have obtained twenty places in the Halberd of War training camp. By the way, there is also 100 million US dollars. This is not enough." ?"
Zhang Feng shook his head slightly and said: "One hundred million US dollars is just a joke, I don't need it. Those twenty training places need to be given to my motherland. I need other training places."
"You mean to use that 100 million US dollars to exchange for a quota?" Sarabo asked playfully.
Zhang Feng shook his head again, "I don't want the $100 million because I don't need to be paid to protect my friends! Asking you for other training places is also a friend's request, so you can refuse me."
Sharapova laughed heartily after hearing what Zhang Feng said, "According to what you said, we are friends, right? I like this relationship! Is there a quota? I can't promise you, after all, everything is mine My father has the final say, but I will try my best to fight for you when I return. Are you satisfied?"
"certainly!"
Zhang Feng turned to look at Dai'er and said, "I want to apologize to you! I promised to protect you, and now I want to send you to China. It may be somewhat contrary to the original intention of the client."
Since Ms. Elizabeth chose a mercenary group to protect Del, it means that she does not want any country to be involved in this matter.
Zhang Feng knew this and sent Dai'er to China, so he wanted to apologize.
Del shook her head and said with a smile: "You and Sharapova are friends, aren't you and me? There is no need to say sorry between friends!"
Zhang Feng chuckled twice and rubbed his palms, "If you say that, I'm a little embarrassed to ask for payment, oops."
Dai'er smiled lightly.
The next day.
The plane slowly stopped at Kyoto Airport.
The special forces team that had been prepared had already cleared the area around the dedicated apron, and no one else was allowed to approach.
Chen Wanru has to return to Europe to take charge of the bloodshed and will not stop in Kyoto. Therefore, he did not get off the plane. After Zhang Feng and others left, he would directly follow the plane back.
Contrary to Zhang Feng's expectation, the old man, like Chen Wanru, did not get off the plane.
Dai'er and Sharapova both left the airport under the protection of everyone, but Zhang Feng was left alone.
The people present seemed to be deliberately ignoring his presence and indifferent.
Zhang Feng was happy and at ease.
Stepping out of the airport, there was haze in the air. Sure enough, it was still a familiar recipe and a familiar smell.
The people who come and go speak Chinese with accents from all over the world, which sounds very comfortable.
I found a fast food restaurant and sat down near the airport. I took out my mobile phone from my pocket and dialed the number I had not contacted for a long time.
Zhuo Chaoyun, who was sitting in the office busy with official duties, heard her cell phone buzzing and vibrating, and frowned slightly. Who would call her at this time
After answering the phone, "Hello, who are you?"
"It's me." said the other end of the phone.
Zhuo Chaoyun's hand holding the phone trembled, she bit her lip tightly with her white teeth, and tears filled her eyes.
"How are you now?" She gritted her teeth to prevent herself from crying, but her trembling voice betrayed her.
"I'm at the fast food restaurant here at the airport now"
Before Zhang Feng finished speaking, he was interrupted by Zhuo Chaoyun: "Just wait for me right there!"
Bang, the phone was hung up.
Zhang Feng shook his head with a wry smile, put his phone in his pocket, and looked out the window.
Only people who have stayed in places like Africa can understand how safe and comfortable the country is.
While walking on the road, you don’t have to worry about inexplicable explosions, or that someone will suddenly appear with a gun and shoot wildly.
These were ordinary things, but now they seem to be extremely precious.