The King of Special Warfare

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There is never a shortage of noble guests in the impoverished 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 that is clearly recorded in the Zhongzhou military files. The camp has been stationed at the border for more than 20 years. There is no rear, only the front line. From the perspective of the entire Central Continent territory, the camp in front of you can be said to be the closest to the Annan Kingdom. It has advanced to the point where it can no longer go forward.

During the rainy season, the drizzle beats on the entire primeval forest. The rain is not heavy, but it seems to have no pause. From morning to night, there seems to be only the sound of wind and rain in the vast world.

The rain wraps the forest.

Forests surround the camp.

This camp without any mass destruction facilities, without support, or even supplies, seemed to be forgotten by the whole world in the vast rain. Looking at it from a high altitude, the atmosphere was extremely silent, even a little desolate.

There are no clear rules and regulations in the camp. It is the last refuge for a group of downcast people. Although it is called a military camp, a certain degree of freedom and survival is the primary issue that everyone in the camp must consider. It all depends on self-awareness, without military discipline, naturally there is no violation. In the deep mountains and old forests far away from the Emperor Tiangao, it seems that any restraint in Central Continent cannot be extended here. For these dozens of veterans, as long as the soldiers in the camp If the old man doesn't speak, even if the Heavenly King and Lao Tzu are here, he won't be able to speak well here.

The helicopter hovered and landed at a high altitude. From a condescending angle, through the rain curtain, everything below was clearly visible. The camp was quiet. Occasionally, people in military uniforms walked by, and they seemed extremely undisciplined. Low, the whistling of the rotors was enough to startle the entire camp, but amidst the loud 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 under here, what does it look like?"

In the cabin of the helicopter, the 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, standing and sitting one at a time. The middle-aged man who is sitting rests his chin with his hands at will, looking at the camp that keeps zooming in and out of sight, with a calm expression. But the eyes gradually became concentrated.

This is a middle-aged man in his forties, with a decent suit, an ordinary appearance, and neatly combed hair. Standing far away on the other side of the cabin,

When the eyes turned occasionally, there was a kind of awe and respect in the eyes, and even a little fanaticism.

The middle-aged man does not have any imposing manner, he is gentle and calm, but he has a mind that can be easily felt by everyone. It is broad and vast, like the sky, earth and starry sky. Under the depth, every move is hidden and unnoticeable majesty.

He looked at the camp below without blinking, not so much watching as staring.

"Military discipline is scattered, it is simply a mess, there is no rule, how can there be the slightest appearance of a camp?"

Standing next to the middle-aged man was a man of his age. Unlike the peaceful middle-aged man who seemed to be able to tolerate everything in the world, he belonged to the standard domineering man with a burly figure and a resolute appearance. He was wearing a general uniform He looked extremely mighty, the Central Continent general stood beside the middle-aged man like the most loyal guard, 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 Zhongzhou Star Flag hanging outside the cabin, and said indifferently: "They are here, they are insulting the army and this flag."

Star flag.

This is the national flag of Central Continent. In the army and on the border, this is the pride of a great country that flies in the air every day. It is sacred, majestic, and represents the supreme glory.

"insult?"

The ordinary-looking middle-aged man raised his eyebrows slightly, and his eyes became deeper and deeper. The scenery outside the window continued to decrease as the plane went down. He gave a low laugh and said softly, "Did they insult the Star Flag? Or did the Star Flag insult them? "

"you..."

The general'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: "What is it like?"

The admiral looked out the window, and then at the middle-aged man beside him, with a dazed expression on his face.

"Like a pack of dormant tigers."

The middle-aged man said to himself: "This is their lair. Military discipline is scattered? I know you advocate wolf pack tactics and pay attention to teamwork and cooperation, but what is left here is a group of fierce tigers. The use of tactics is insufficient. It shows that when individuals are extremely powerful, the so-called rules and disciplines will not make them stronger, but will add countless burdens to them."

"You can say I'm wrong and you can refute me with examples, but I stand by my opinion."

His voice was deep and soft, and his eyes shone with stubbornness and persistence: "Because from this perspective, the people and things you can cite can only show that they are not strong enough."

The helicopter finally landed.

A middle-aged woman in the camp who seemed to be in her forties slowly walked over and looked at the open cabin with a calm and numb expression.

The middle-aged man stepped out of the plane first, and the mighty general beside him followed him step by step.

The jungle is raining, and the rain is beating the virgin forest on the southwestern border of Central Continent. The heat in the camp has slightly decreased, but it has become more irritating and sultry. The camp had been hostile for many years, and the moment he walked out of the cabin, the sultry, almost suffocating air invaded, but the middle-aged man who looked very young was dizzy, and he was a little out of breath for a while.

"It's really old."

The middle-aged man stood in front of the cabin door for a while, took several deep breaths in a row, and after adapting to the surrounding air, he laughed at himself.

"You are in the prime of life, but the environment here is indeed a bit harsh."

The general calmly supported 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 indifferently: "I am Qingye, you two, please follow me."

Aoba...Aoba...

The middle-aged man hadn't reacted yet. After the admiral at the side silently read the code name twice, he immediately realized that even though he knew where he was here this time, he was a little surprised that he still couldn't recognize it at this moment.

The general subconsciously straightened his body, as if he wanted to give a military salute, but he raised his hand halfway, looking at the empty epaulettes of the opponent, he put his hand down again.

After being stunned for a long time, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he subconsciously 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 warfare system, the Totem Squadron can be said to be one of the most elite special warfare organizations. For the entire Central Continent, this is an extremely old organization. Although it is only a vice-governor-level organization today, compared to the large Some governor-level institutions are not inferior. The general is now one of the powerful figures in Central Continent, but he was trained in the Totem Squadron when he was young, and he also met Aoba.

In his memory, it was a very beautiful woman. After so many years, when he saw Qingye again, the general suddenly realized that what impressed him the most was the shiny Major General epaulettes on the woman's shoulders.

Aoba nodded, with an indifferent expression, Totem Squadron... She heard the name again after many years, but her heart did not fluctuate at all. The ups and downs of the past twenty years, now looking back, the pride and Glory, seems to have been a matter of the previous life.

"please."

Aoba led the way sideways, took the lead, and walked directly to the only slightly taller small wooden building in the center of the camp.

Seeing the face that was still beautiful but a little more weathered turned away, the general 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, about 100 meters away, condescending enough to see everything outside clearly.

When the whistling of the helicopter rotors subsided, Li Honghe, who had supported this special camp in Central Continent for 20 years, stood in front of the door, watching the three people walking in the rain.

The face of the middle-aged man gradually became clear.

Li Honghe narrowed his eyes and looked at it calmly, but his body did not have the slightest intention to go downstairs to greet him.

"Grandpa Li, is anyone here again?"

A voice sounded behind Li Honghe.

Although it was wooden but still damp and uncomfortable inside the room, a young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes was meditating. When the whistling sound 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 little dull, and his stature was not tall, but he was extremely well-proportioned and strong. He walked towards Li Honghe. There was no extraordinary momentum in his walk, but there was a very natural rhythm.

This is the most talented young man in the entire camp other than Li Tianlan, the son of Qingye. After Li Tianlan left, the young man was named by Li Honghe and moved into this wooden building. Li Honghe personally taught him to hone his martial arts.

"Yeah, a big guy 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 was the most interesting thing for them. The young man's eyes lit up, and his dull expression gradually came alive, and he smiled smirkingly.

"It seems that the plan is about to change."

Li Honghe looked at the middle-aged man and the general who were getting closer, whispered to himself, and suddenly asked: "Qingsheng, do you want to go out? To help Tianlan?"

The young man named Qusheng was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously opened his mouth. He looked at Li Honghe in a daze, and stammered, "Li...Grandpa Li, me, me, can I?"

"If you want, of course you can."

Li Honghe smiled softly, keeping his composure.

"I..."

After a short period of excitement, the young man quickly calmed down. He took a deep breath, his eyes flickering with thoughtful light, and less than a minute passed quickly, but the death seemed to be ringing a lot. The middle-aged man below was about to When approaching the wooden building, he said 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.

Aoba appeared under the wooden building with a middle-aged man and a general in military uniform.

Upstairs and downstairs.

In fact, the actual age difference is not too far away, at least the two people look at each other with a much smaller gap than it seems.

The middle-aged man chuckled, and bowed deeply to Li Honghe who was upstairs: "Li Huacheng has met Mr. Li."

The admiral's expression changed, and he also bowed slightly.

Upstairs, Li Honghe narrowed his eyes slightly, was silent for a while, and then calmly said: "Come up."

He turned and walked into the damp cabin.

The young man named Qusheng followed quietly, and asked with a subconscious laugh: "Grandpa Li, his surname is also Li, is he really a big shot?"

"There are too many people surnamed Li."

Li Honghe smiled and said: "As for being a big shot... Heh, at least right now, there is no one bigger than him in the whole of Central Continent."

He shook his head, seemed to be a little emotional, with a strong sense of unexpectedness.

Li Huacheng!

Director of Central Continent Policy Bureau.

Minister of the Central Continent Military Department.

The big boss of the academy.

This name, which is extremely unfamiliar to the entire camp, is absolutely unknown to everyone outside, in Central Continent with a population of 1.5 billion.

Because behind that series of prominent identities, he has an even more prominent identity.

President of Central Asia.

Li Huacheng!

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