Dai Jili only took one glance, and immediately his spirits lifted, eyes wide open.

"This is Mixgold who provoked our drug enforcement police, how did he die, who did it?"

Wu Yuanzhong chuckled, leaned close to his ear, and whispered a name.

In an instant, the serious look on Dai Jili's face turned into one of shock and delight.

"Only that kid could pull off something like this, satisfying!"

Wu Yuanzhong burst into hearty laughter, thrusting the wine flask into his hand.

"Tell me, isn't this worth celebrating with a drink?"

Dai Jili didn't say a word, unscrewed the cap, and gulped it down.

"A great victory at the border, time to drain a cup!"

"Hey, leave me a sip, avoiding those medics isn't easy, you know."

Wu Yuanzhong snatched the flask back begrudgingly.

He took a hefty swig directly from it.

After drinking, Wu Yuanzhong carefully hid the flat flask behind the bookshelf.

He waved his hand animatedly.

"Yang Fei, that kid, is going to rebuild the Evil Dragon, leading a team of new recruits, reorganizing and enlisting."

"That doesn't follow the rules, it might be difficult."

"But since they accomplished such a big task, I've got a card to play, I'll talk with the minister, hehe."

Dai Jili was somewhat excited too.

"The reconstruction of the Evil Dragon concerns the strategic issues of the Hidden Dragon Nine Divisions, I support this."

The two old generals laughed heartily.

At this moment, in the jungle less than a kilometer outside Huaxia's border.

Invaders' Legion Commander Ferrick, eyes blank, knelt on the ground.

From this position, one could see Huaxia's boundary marker clearly.

By the boundary marker, a row of windbreak trees grew exceptionally neat and lush.

Ferrick's cheeks were bloody and mangled, his body extremely weak.

Yang Fei yanked Ferrick's hair, forcing him to lift his head and look at the boundary marker.

His lips stretched into a vicious smile, voice low.

"See that? That boundary marker to the east is your restricted zone."

"Whoever dares to intrude casually, I'll take their life!"

Ferrick's eyes filled with fear as he looked at the towering boundary marker.

He had never expected that his provocation would bring about his utter destruction.

A raspy, pleading sound came from his throat.

However, Yang Fei gave him no chance to speak.

Yang Fei revealed a dagger, its blade serrated.

He swiftly slashed it across Ferrick's neck, then pulled hard.

Thud!

Blood spurted from Ferrick's neck in a fountain.

His eyes bulged out, hands clutching his throat, making gurgling sounds.

Finally, his head slumped, knees on the ground, lifeless.

Behind Ferrick, Three Swords, Long Xia, Fan Yi, and others stood in a row.

Each face etched with solemn dignity.

Looking at the distant boundary marker, a unique emotion surged in everyone's hearts.

Yang Fei turned and shouted:

"At ease! Attention!"

Everyone simultaneously stood at attention, heads held high, spines straight as rods.

Yang Fei looked at the aligned formation, voice heavy.

"See this land? It's been handed down from our ancestors."

"Anyone who dares to encroach on this land will leave their life here."

"Or step over our corpses."

He gritted his teeth, roaring loudly.

Yang Fei's face, spattered with Ferrick's blood, looked not ferocious but rather steely and resolute.

"In today's world, peace and development are global themes, but that doesn't mean we can let our guard down."

"On the contrary, our country is on the brink of war at all times, with strait disputes, the SAC system, airspace crises..."

"This land is so fertile, for a hundred years the powers have never laid down their butcher knives."

Having said this, Yang Fei raised his head.

"Now, if you're willing, pledge with me."

"For this land our ancestors passed down, for this old yet young nation."

"We would rather shed our blood without regret, anyone who offends Huaxia, even from afar, must be executed!"

Everyone's blood boiled, howling like wolves.

"Anyone who offends Huaxia, even from afar, must be executed!"

After the oath, Mad Blade checked his watch, reminding Yang Fei.

"Instructor, it's time to go, we'll transfer from Mian Guo to Tai Country, then take a flight back."

Fan Yi smiled.

"I've contacted Zhang Shide, he's already arranged new IDs and documents for us."

Yang Fei nodded, waving his hand:

"Move out!"

Neither Yang Fei, Mad Blade, nor Fan Yi disclosed their soldier identities.

But Three Swords and the others, seasoned veterans of the Mortal World,

could vaguely guess their identities from their actions.

However, since Yang Fei didn't say, Three Swords and the others didn't either.

Two days later, Yang Fei and the others flew back to Zhonghai from Tai Country.

Then they transferred to Yannan.

The past few days felt like a dream to many of them.

The dream was so thrilling, it rivaled any Hollywood blockbuster.

They walked out of the terminal.

In the bright sunlight, looking at the bustling crowd, everyone felt deeply moved.

After seeing the war-torn scenes in Mian Guo, divided by armed factions, contrasted with the peace at home.

The stark difference between hell and heaven left everyone with complex feelings.

"Damn, never thought much of Yannan before, but now it looks like heaven."

"Brother Fei was right, I'd rather be shattered than let my country become like Mian Guo."

"I want to join the army, I want to join the Evil Dragon Special Combat Team!"

...

The strong contrast between hell and heaven deeply shocked Three Swords and the others.

While Long Xia and the other Changfeng bodyguards were fired up.

Yang Fei and Mad Blade exchanged smiles.

Taking the Changfeng bodyguards along this time was the right decision.

Over twenty people went abroad for four or five days, now saying goodbye to Yang Fei.

Long Xia and a few brothers were going back to visit Old Man Gong with good news.

While Three Swords, Ghost Wolf, and others were heading back to the Provincial City.

In no time, the Changfeng Squad scattered at the airport, each going their way.

Yang Fei, Fan Yi, and Mad Blade were in high spirits.

The three linked arms, singing loudly, drawing puzzled looks.

"The vast horizon is my love, flowers blooming at the foot of endless green mountains, what rhythm is the most swaying, what song is the most joyful..."

Among the three, Yang Fei's voice was the most resonant.

This guy didn't drink a drop when he sniped Mixgold for over ten hours, harming his throat.

His voice sounded like a leaky tire, yet he sang with the most enthusiasm.

Seeing the puzzled looks of people on both sides of the street.

Xiao Xuanya's face burned, instinctively distancing herself from Yang Fei.

So embarrassing!

At that moment, a military jeep slowly caught up.

The window rolled down, revealing the stern, iron-blooded face of Wu Yuanzhong.

When Yang Fei turned and saw Wu Yuanzhong's face, he was overjoyed:

"Good day, sir!"

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