The Chinese Asian Front Army All-Army Conference has been held almost every year for the past two decades, but the specifications and scale are not the same every year.
This year, because the time coincides with the fall of Mount Hilang and the outbreak of the flag war, it should be done in a hurry and everything should be kept simple.
However, when people arrived at the legion headquarters, they discovered that this year’s conference was surprisingly high in both specifications and scale.
The higher-ups seemed to want to use this conference to boost the morale of the entire army and at the same time promote the feeling of force.
As one of the three most powerful military organizations under the Azure System, and also home to the number one super master in the human world, almost every important action of the Chinese Asian Front Army will have a huge impact on the world behind the scenes.
The legion headquarters was crowded and the crowd was in chaos.
The familiar veterans were mostly chatting with each other, saying hello and smoking, and then getting together to brag... But those recruits who were lucky enough to participate in the conference for the first time were mostly excited and uneasy, abiding by the rules, watching over and over again Get started with the time and conference program.
It was still early and there was nowhere to go. Han Qingyu and others found a place to stand and chat in the corner of the square outside the venue.
"So Qingzi, you really don't want to wear the medal? Today is badge day."
When Yang Qingbai came from the station before, he listened to the advice of the people left behind and helped Han Qingyu bring his two previous medals.
"I won't wear it." Han Qingyu shook his head firmly. He thought it would be troublesome to wear it because he had to salute everyone wherever he went.
"That's a bit boring." Wen Jifei said with a wry smile.
If he hadn't violated military regulations by borrowing a medal to wear it, he would have actually wanted to wear Aoko's gold and blue guard wear out for fun... wear it among the female soldiers, and enjoy the feeling of being worshiped and surrounded by the little girls. No longer care about their lives and bodies.
"How about one?" Wen Jifei, who was really bored, took out a small round iron box from his pocket and gestured.
This thing is bubble gum, produced and supplied by Weilan itself. The reason why it is packaged in an iron box is that it will not be easily damaged when carrying. In fact, the candy inside has nothing special. It is the kind of colorful bubble gum that looks like a small watermelon that is popular on the market.
Such a small iron box contains twelve pieces in one box.
"Also... 7." He opened the box, took a look at it, counted it, and then closed it. Wen Jifei held the iron box in his hand, turned his wrist downward, shook it, and moved it up and down and left and right like a dice cup. For a while.
Then he threw the iron box to Yang Qingbai.
Yang Qingbai reached out to catch it, held it in front of her chest, and rubbed it up and down a few times.
Then he changed hands and threw it to Wu Shi.
This is actually a very boring little game, invented by Team 1777 to kill time. The outcome depends on who can steal a piece of bubble gum and chew it without being discovered during this passing process. When someone blows the bubble without getting caught, the winner of this round will be decided.
The tin box has been passed around for two rounds.
During this period, Wen Jifei's mouth kept moving, but no one caught him. In this game, the consequences of catching the wrong person are more serious than not winning. If you don't win, you only get a kick from the winner, but the person who catches the wrong person has to be kicked by everyone else just like the one who was caught.
"Wait a moment."
As soon as Han Qingyu took the iron box in his hand, Wu Shi spoke. After speaking, he raised his head and blew a bubble expressionlessly in front of everyone... At the end of the blow, it popped with a "pop".
"Phew, win, stick your butt out, stick your butt out..." Xi Mei was directing the punishment from the side, as happy as if she had won.
At the scene, Wen Jifei, Han Qingyu and Yang Qingbai all leaned against the wall with their buttocks raised, waiting.
Wu Shi stepped forward and gave him a kick. The kick wasn't hard, and he didn't smile on his face, but in his heart, he was very happy and proud.
"There are 6 left, come again." Wen Jifei patted his butt, changed places with Yang Qingbai, and got ready, waiting for Han Qingyu to throw the iron box to Wu Shi.
This round starts with the winner of the previous round.
"Qingzi, Qingzi?!" After waiting for a while, Han Qingyu didn't give the iron box to Wu Shi. Wen Jifei shouted twice and found that Han Qingyu was looking into the distance and seemed to be distracted.
Wen Jifei came to him, followed his gaze, and asked, "What's wrong?"
in the direction of their sight.
A figure that stood out in a blue military uniform was standing there.
"Monk's robe?! Is he wearing a monk's robe? What does this old man do?" Yang Qingbai looked at the old man in the distance wearing a gray and worn-out monk's robe in confusion and asked.
You're not here to beg for alms, are you? he thinks.
At this moment, in the distance, an officer wearing a colonel's epaulettes stepped forward, stood up and saluted the old man, "General Jiang... uh, hello, Master Longchi."
"Oh, okay, hello." The old man in monk's robes looked like he was seventy years old. He turned around and smiled. He looked carefully at the colonel but didn't recognize him.
"Master Longchi, you have just arrived? I haven't seen you for several years. Are you looking for the legion commander?" The colonel did not introduce himself and then asked.
"Well, yes. Sorry for being so impatient, let's talk about it later." The old man waved his hand and prepared to continue walking to one of the office buildings next to the main venue.
"Then you went to the wrong place. The regiment commander's office is over there, in that building." The colonel stopped him and pointed in another direction.
The old man turned around with a puzzled look on his face, "Oh, have you changed the place?"
"No, it hasn't been changed." The colonel said weakly: "The army commander's office has always been there for more than 20 years."
"Really?" The old man scratched his head suspiciously and walked in the direction of the colonel's finger.
"Admiral Jiang is really getting more and more forgetful." Someone in the crowd nearby sighed with emotion.
Several veterans nearby nodded, "Supers will age too."
"Super?! Admiral?! Master?!" Wen Jifei muttered, looking away... he reached out and pushed Han Qingyu, and when he came to his senses, he asked: "What's wrong? You don't know this old man, do you?"
"Hmm... we know each other." Han Qingyu said with squinting eyes as the old man's back faded away, feeling a little dazed at the same time.
"he……"
"Do you remember what I told you before? My name was given to me by an old monk who lived in a shabby temple over there for many years and cheated me out of food and drink." Han Qingyu continued.
"Remember." Wen Jifei said, "Is it him?"
"Yes." Han Qingyu confirmed as he looked into the distance.
"Then why does he have hair?!" Wen Jifei stretched his neck and looked at the old man's back, suddenly asking.
"Huh?" Han Qingyu turned to look at him, feeling dazed for a moment.
"According to what you said, isn't he a real monk? Then why does he have hair?"
"..." Han Qingyu was choked for a moment and said helplessly: "Is this more important than that my name is a general of the Chinese Asian Front Army and a super force? He has lived in our village for five or six years and is a monk. , I have been working as a worker for five or six years... and I specialize in cheating for food and drink, you know?"
"That's right. If you don't tell me, I really didn't notice this." Wen Jifei tilted his head and smiled, and said, "I just saw it and was surprised, why does the monk have hair?"
"If a monk doesn't shave his head for a while, he will naturally have hair and it will grow back." Han Qingyu was almost depressed to death.
"Really?" Wen Jifei finally turned around completely, with an exaggerated expression, and said, "But when I watched the show on TV, the monks shaved their heads once and stayed naked."
Han Qingyu: "..."
"So they actually have to shave often, right?"
"Well, otherwise it wouldn't be called shaving, but hair removal. It's a one-time and permanent thing." Han Qingyu sighed helplessly, "The one you are talking about is not a monk, he is a bald man."
Wen Jifei: "Oh, I really don't know."
"So you know now, right?"
"Um."
"Then you, you, can you help me think about the problem I mentioned now?! My name is a general of the Chinese Asian Front Army, a blue super force. He is a monk in our village and lives in For five or six years..."
"He even cheated on him by eating and drinking." Yang Qingbai added from the side.
Han Qingyu: "Yes."
"Why is this happening?" Wu Shi took a step further and asked seriously.
"Yes, why?!" Han Qingyu asked.
…………
In the army commander's office, Jiang Longchi finally found Chen Buxu.
"Before I came this time, I specifically turned back to that place to take a look." Jiang Longchi flicked his broad sleeves, walked in and sat down and said directly: "The result is still the same, there is no source energy fluctuation at all. Do you think it's strange?"
"It's not surprising. I've told you for so many years that we don't know enough about Dajian's matters." Chen Buxian said while making tea for him.
"But back then, there was such a huge source energy fluctuation... but in the end there was nothing. Isn't it really strange?"
"It's not surprising. Don't think about it anymore." After serving the tea to him, Chen Buxian said helplessly: "If you think about it any more, you will almost suffer from Alzheimer's disease, Master."
