The King of Special Warfare

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There is no shortage of noble guests in the poor camps where birds do not shit.

This is a strange phenomenon that every veteran on the border has long been accustomed to.

The entire camp has no code, but it is a regiment-level system that is clearly recorded in the archives of the Mid-Continent military. The level is not low, but in fact all the personnel combined can not even meet the standard of an elite company. The camp has been stationed at the border for more than 20 years. There is no rear, only the front line. From the entire territory of Nakasu, this camp can be said to be the closest place to Annan, and it can no longer be moved forward.

During the rainy season, the drizzle hit the entire virgin forest. The rain was not heavy, but it seemed as if there was no pause. From morning to night, there seemed to be only wind and rain in the vast world.

The rain envelops the forest.

The forest surrounds the camp.

This camp without any large-scale lethality, no support, and even no supply, seems to be forgotten by the whole world in the vast rain, and when viewed from a high altitude, the atmosphere is exceptionally silent and even a little desolate.

There are no clear rules and regulations in the camp. This is the last refuge for a group of people. Although the name of the barracks is attached, to a certain degree of freedom and survival are the most important issues for camp owners to consider. Training Relying on consciousness, without military discipline, it is naturally impossible to violate. In the deep mountains and old forests where Emperor Gao is far away, it seems that any restrictions on Nakasu cannot extend here. For these dozens of veterans, as long as they are in the camp, If an old man didn't speak, it was that Tianwang Laozi came, and it was difficult to speak here.

The helicopter landed at a high altitude and descended from a high angle. Through the rain curtain, everything below was clearly visible. The camp was quiet, and occasionally people wearing military uniforms walked by. It also seemed extremely diffuse. As the helicopter descended, Low, the roar of the rotor is enough to startle the entire camp, but in the loud noise, the entire camp still feels as if it has fallen asleep, and no one has come out to greet it from beginning to end.

"Look below, 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 sitting and one sitting. The middle-aged person sitting is holding his chin at will with his hands, looking at the camp that is constantly zooming in, with a calm expression. But his eyes gradually gathered.

This is a middle-aged man who does not seem to be in his forties, with a decent suit and normal appearance, neatly combed hair, looks low-key without losing manners, and several nearby soldiers who are temporary waiters are elite. Standing far away on the other side of the cabin, and occasionally turning his eyes, there was all kind of awe and respect in his eyes, even a little fanatical.

Middle-aged men are not imposing. They are gentle and calm, but they have a kind of mind that can be easily felt by everyone. It is vast and vast, like the sky and the sky. Under the deep, everything is hidden. Majesty.

His eyes stared at the camp below without blinking, rather than staring.

"The military discipline is scattered. It's just messy. There are no rules. Where does the camp look like?"

A middle-aged man is standing next to a man of his age, unlike a middle-aged man who seems to be able to tolerate everything in the world. He belongs to the standard domineering and exposed man. He is a burly man with a strong face and a uniform. He looked extremely mighty. The mid-continental admirer stood next to the middle-aged man like the most faithful guard, with a mess in his mouth, but there was not much anger in his tone, but with a touch of disapproval.

The helicopter is about to land.

The admiral pointed to the Zhongzhou Xingchen flag hanging outside the cabin, and said lightly: "They are here to insult the army and insult this flag."

Star flag.

This is the national flag of Nakasu. It is the pride, sacredness, and majesty of the great nations that fly in mid-air every day in the army and at the border, representing the supreme glory.

"insult?"

An ordinary middle-aged man raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes became deeper and deeper. The scenery outside the window continued to decrease as the plane fell. He chuckled and said softly, "Did they insult the Star Banner? Or did the Star Banner insult them? "

"you..."

The general changed his face for a while and couldn't speak.

The middle-aged man took a deep breath and pointed again to the camp outside the cabin: "Like what?"

The admiral looked at the window and looked at the middle-aged man next to him, his face blanked.

"Like a group of dormant tigers."

The middle-aged man said to himself: "Here is their lair. The military discipline is scattered? I know you advocate wolves tactics, pay attention to teamwork and cooperation, but the rest here is a group of tigers. The use of tactics is insufficient. It shows that when individual strength is overwhelming, the so-called rules and disciplines will not only make them more powerful, but will add countless burdens to them. "

"You can say that I am wrong, and you can refute me by examples, but I insist on my opinion."

His voice was low and soft, and his eyes flashed with persistence and persistence: "Because of the people and things that can be exemplified by you from this angle, they can only show that they are not strong enough."

The helicopter finally landed.

A middle-aged woman in her forty-year-old came slowly to the camp and looked at the open cabin with a calm numb expression.

The middle-aged person took the lead to get out of the plane, and the mighty general next to him followed him step by step.

Rainfall in the jungle, rain silks are beating the virgin forest on the southwestern border of Zhongzhou. The heat in the camp is slightly reduced, but it becomes more irritating and sweltering. It seems that even the weather has been remembered and forgotten by Zhongzhou. For many years, the camp was hostile. The moment it got out of the cabin, the sweltering, almost suffocating air hit, but the middle-aged man, who looked very young, was dizzy, and for a while he was out of breath.

"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 laughed after adjusting to the surrounding air.

"You were in the age of strong energy, but the environment here was really a bit harsh."

The admiral calmly helped the middle-aged man to speak.

The man shook his head and walked out of the cabin.

Outside the cabin, the middle-aged woman who had been watching it all calmly and numbly stepped forward, and said lightly, "I'm Aoba. Please come with me, two people."

Aoba ... Aoba ...

The middle-aged man has not responded yet. After admiring the code twice, the admiral on the side immediately reacted. Although he knew where it was this time, he still couldn't recognize it.

The admiral straightened his body subconsciously and seemed to want to salute the military salute, but raised his hand halfway, looking at the empty epaulets on the other side, and put his hand down again.

After a long stint, he just pulled out the corner of his mouth and unconsciously used the honorific: "You were the captain of the Totem Squadron then? Aoba, Major Aoba?"

Nakasu Totem Squadron.

In the entire special warfare system, the Totem Squadron can be said to be one of the most elite special warfare agencies. For the entire Mid-Continent, this is an extremely ancient institution. Although it is only a deputy governor-level institution, it is larger than Some of the governor-level institutions are not inferior. The admiral is now one of the power figures in Zhongzhou, but when he was young, he was trained in the Totem Squadron and has seen Aoba.

In memory, it was a beautiful woman. After so many years, when I saw Aoba again, the admiral suddenly found that what impressed me most was the shiny major general badge on the woman's shoulder.

Aoba nodded, her expression indifferent, Totem Squadron ... I heard the name again after many years, but she didn't have the slightest fluctuations in her heart. After more than 20 years of ups and downs, now I think back, once proud Glory, as if it was a thing of the last life.

"please."

Aoba led the way sideways, leading the way and heading directly to the only small wooden building in the middle of the camp.

Looking at the still beautiful face with a little more wind and frost turned around, the general took a deep breath, followed closely 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, with a distance of about 100 meters, it is high enough to see everything outside clearly.

When the whistling of the helicopter rotor returned to calm, Li Honghe, who had supported this special camp for twenty years in Zhongzhou, stood in front of the door and watched as the three men in sight came over in the rain.

The face of middle-aged people gradually became clear.

Li Honghe narrowed his eyes and looked calmly, but his body didn't mean to go downstairs to greet him.

"Grandpa Li, is anyone here again?"

A voice sounded behind Li Honghe.

Although it was wooden but still moist inside the uncomfortable room, a young man with thick eyebrows 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 dumb and tall, but he was very well-proportioned. He walked towards Li Honghe. There was nothing extraordinary in walking, but he had a very natural rhythm.

This is the most talented young man outside Li Tianlan in the entire camp. After Li Tianlan's son, Aoba's son, the young man was moved into this wooden building by Li Honghe, who was personally directed by Li Honghe to polish the martial arts.

"Yeah, here comes a big shot."

Li Honghe stood quietly, his smile was kind and gentle, but there was a strange dignity 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 people's eyes brightened, and some expressions of mules gradually came to life, a smirk.

"It seems the plan is going to change."

Li Honghe looked at the approaching middle-aged people and generals, whispered to himself, and suddenly asked, "Are you dead, do you want to go out? Go help Tianlan?"

The young man named Passed Away, stunned, grew his mouth subconsciously, stared at Li Honghe stunned, stuttered, "Li ... Grandpa Li, me, me, can I?"

"If you want, it's okay."

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 flashed with thought, and less than a minute passed quickly, but his life seemed to ring a lot, and the middle-aged person below was about to As he approached the wooden building, he said softly, "Grandpa Li, I'm willing to go out, just ..."

"Nothing just."

Li Honghe lifted his chin, looked at the middle-aged man below, and whispered, "You will join the WTO today."

at the same time.

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

Upstairs and downstairs.

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

The middle-aged man chuckled and bowed deeply to Li Honghe upstairs: "Li Huacheng has met Li Lao."

The general's face changed, and he bowed slightly.

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

He turned and walked into the damp cabin.

The young man named Death followed quietly and asked subconsciously, "Grandpa Li, he is also named Li. Is he really a big man?"

"There are more surnames Li."

Li Honghe smiled and said, "As for a big man ... Oh, at least now, there is no bigger man in Zhongzhou than him."

He shook his head, as if with some emotion, with a thick unexpected.

Li Huacheng!

Member of Zhongzhou Policy Bureau.

Minister of the Central Air Force.

Big academic boss.

This name, which is extremely unfamiliar to the entire camp, is absolutely unknown to anyone outside of the 1.5 billion people in Central China.

Because behind that series of prominent identities, he also has a more prominent identity.

President of Nakasu.

Li Huacheng!

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