Bareton felt that he was getting old, really old …
He would be 93 years old this year. He was so old that he would pant after taking a few steps. He had to use crutches to walk steadily. Sometimes, his memory and thoughts would be a little chaotic. When he closed his eyes, he felt as if he had returned to 60 years ago. Back then … it was really a time of passion …
Bareton felt that he was quite blessed in this life. He had parents who loved him, educated him, and protected him since he was a child. He met his current wife in university and they grew old together. Although he enlisted in World War II, he was lucky enough to survive and made many comrades there. He was born in a military academy and was promoted to the rank of Colonel. After the war ended, he stayed in the army until he was 60 years old. He retired at that time, but he was promoted to the rank of Major General.
As for his family, he and his wife had four children. Two sons and two daughters. Unfortunately, the youngest son died in an accident. The other three children grew up healthily. Now, his eldest son was over 60 years old and had white hair.
As for his wife, she was 89 years old now. They had reached the end of their lives. Now, they often sat in a rocking chair and closed their eyes. It was as if they could see the black and white and light yellow memories of the 30s and 40s. Their lives had really come to an end. Thinking back, he seemed to remember the first time he saw her at the college ball. She was so beautiful when he talked to her for the first time. She was so beautiful when they first fell in love. That faint scent, like the fragrance of flowers, always lingered in his memory. It was so gentle and so beautiful …
There were also those comrades whose faces he had forgotten. He could only vaguely remember their voices, roars, cries, and cheers …
That era … was so beautiful …
He was old after all …
In the past, he often heard people say that one would get tired of living if one lived too long. Now, he could finally prove that the person who said this was just moaning and farting. If he could still move, he would definitely give that person a hard punch like he did in the military camp. Bullshit! Being alive was the most beautiful thing. He didn't have much time left. Every time he saw his wife and children, he felt that it was such a luxury. He couldn't bear to part with them. He still wanted to live, to see his wife and children forever. How could he be tired of such happiness!?
But … he was old after all …
Bareton sat in the rocking chair with his eyes closed, listening to Elvis' music from the recorder. He opened his eyes and looked at his wife who was sleeping on the sofa next to him. He closed his eyes contentedly and continued to immerse himself in his memories. When one gets old, the most precious thing is memories. Good and bad, they are all so precious …
At this moment, the doorbell rang. The volunteer who took care of the couple hurriedly went to open the door. Then, a voice came from the door. Barreton could hear it clearly. It was a man's firm and powerful voice. It was a young man's voice, and he should be a soldier. Barreton had been in the army all his life. As long as this man stood in front of him, he could smell whether he was a soldier or not. He could already smell the scent of a soldier from this young man's voice.
Just as Barreton's thoughts shifted to his days in the army, he suddenly heard footsteps. When he opened his eyes again, he saw the volunteer and three young soldiers standing in front of him.
The three soldiers all looked at him with burning eyes. He also looked at the three soldiers with slight interest, waiting for them to state their intentions. After a while, the soldier in the lead saluted and said, "Barleyton Fittest, born in 1921, in Maryland, graduated from …"
"Get to the point."
Although he was already very old, the majesty of a soldier was still very strong. After hearing these three words, the young soldier had to pause for a moment before he said, "General Bareton, we are here to recruit you. The country needs you. The world needs you." Bareton's voice was hoarse as he said these three words. Although he was already very old, he still had the majesty of a soldier.
Barreton was stunned for a moment. Then, as if he was about to laugh, he immediately started coughing slightly. The coughing woke up the old woman next to him. The old woman stood up, trembling. She seemed to want to stroke Barreton's chest, but Barreton waved his hand to stop her. He reluctantly said, "Boy, which army are you from? Whose subordinates are you? Who is your superior? Let me tell you, before you were even born, I was already killing Germans! How dare you make fun of me!? "
The three young soldiers looked at each other. They all showed a helpless expression. In fact, this was the first time the Renegades Organization had recruited a general-rank officer since the cooperation between the United States and the Renegades Organization. And the target was Barreton, who was rich in experience, old in age, and still had a wife and son. Because of this, it was even more ridiculous … if it weren't for the magical potion.
The leading soldier hesitated for a moment. Then, he nodded to the two soldiers next to him. The two soldiers left the room with the volunteers. Then, the soldier said, "General, may I sit down and talk?"
Barreton raised his chin. The soldier sat down. Then, he deliberated over his words and said, "General, the army I belong to doesn't belong to the United States. Uh, let's put it this way. The army I belong to is somewhat similar to the United Nations peacekeeping force. But it's not the kind of force that supervises or acts like a signboard. It's a force that fights, a tough battle …"
"Fight?" Barreton said with some disdain, "What kind of war is there in this era? The Gulf War? Or the War on Terror? Do you think that I, who experienced World War II, would still think that this kind of thing is the so-called war, a tough battle? "
The soldier helplessly took out a thick stack of documents from his hard bag. Then, he said, "General, all your questions are here. The number of the army that recruited you, the number of soldiers, the position you will hold, logistics, ordnance, salary, benefits, and so on are all recorded here. These …" Barreton closed his eyes and closed them.
"I don't have the energy, and my eyes aren't good either. I won't look at it. Boy, your prank is over. Admittedly, I really want to go back to the army, but that's just a memory. I'm old. As you can see, I'm already 93 years old. I think I'll go to God this year or next. Thank you for your prank.
Close the door. "The young soldier sighed helplessly. Then, he took out a document and said," General, this is the letter of intent from the Pentagon. Our arrival is completely guaranteed by the American army, so you don't have to worry about us having any bad intentions. "
Bareton forced himself to open his eyes and look at the piece of paper. Although he was already presbyopic, he could still see the familiar seal on it. That's right, this was indeed a document written by the Pentagon. He looked at the young soldier in confusion.
The young soldier carefully took out a thumb-sized bottle from his bag. The bottle emitted a soft green light. It looked like a light bulb, but it was the liquid inside the bottle that was shining. Then, the young soldier said, "General, please drink this bottle of medicine. It will help you recover some of your energy."
Barreton sighed and said disdainfully, "Stimulant? Or some other kind of medicine? My body can't stand stimulants … "
The young soldier immediately said, "This is not a stimulant. In fact, I said so much to prove that the American government knows about our arrival. If you are afraid, you can call the military immediately. We can wait."
Barreton was old, but his mind was still clear. He naturally knew that the arrival of these three soldiers couldn't be hidden. If something happened to a general like him, the entire American military would be shaken. So, he wasn't worried that these three young soldiers would harm him. Besides, what hadn't he experienced in his life? Why would he be afraid of these little bastards? He immediately took the small bottle with trembling hands. He frowned and wanted to open the bottle cap, but he found that his hands and feet were powerless.
The young soldier took the bottle and said a few words to the people outside. Immediately, four or five doctors and nurses came in from outside the door. They stood there with an IV drip. Then, the young soldier said, "General, the effect of this medicine … is a little special. So, you need to inject glucose and fresh water after taking the medicine. There are also some other medicines and nutrients, but it won't cause any harm to your body. If it's possible, shall we start now?"
Bareton had a little expectation in his heart, although he didn't know what he was looking forward to. He immediately snorted and took the small bottle opened by the young man. He poured all the liquid inside into his mouth. A faint flower-like taste came out of his mouth. At the same time, the doctors and nurses next to him immediately began to give Bareton an intravenous drip, injecting him with glucose and other intravenous fluids.
Time passed like this. After about three minutes, Barreton felt a burning sensation coming from his stomach. It wasn't pain, but heat. Gradually, he began to sweat. At the same time, he felt that his muscles and skin were twitching strangely. He also felt that his body was getting tighter. It was a strange tightness, and he felt a little pain.
Gradually, the pain became more intense, but it wasn't unbearable. What made him feel even more strange was that his body also felt comfortable and relaxed with the pain. It was as if something was born in his body, or something was pulled out of his body. Gradually, in addition to the pain, he also felt numbness and itchiness. The pain, numbness, and itchiness began to penetrate deep into his bones. He couldn't help but cry out.
The old woman next to him was shocked. She hugged his arm and looked at the soldier and the doctors. The soldier quickly said, "Ma 'am, this is normal. Sir General is … being reborn …"
In fact, even without the soldier's explanation, it was obvious that the skin of Barreton, who was obviously old beyond recognition, was gradually tightening from sagging. Although there were still many wrinkles, it was much better than the feeling of withered bark. His skinny body was slowly expanding. Were those … muscles?
Barreton's cries became louder and louder. In the end, he finally stopped, but his whole body was covered in black sweat. After a while, when seven or eight infusion bottles were injected, Barreton suddenly opened his eyes and slowly stood up from the rocking chair. Then, he slowly stood up, trembling. After standing up, he touched his arms, face, arms, and legs. He even tried to jump a little. In the end, he completely exhaled, and even his breathing became very smooth.
"Give it to me!" There seemed to be a light in Barreton's eyes. He looked at the reflection in the mirror at the side of the cupboard and stretched out his hand to the young soldier.
He was at least twenty years younger! Yes, twenty years old! He could still clearly remember that he was only seventy-three years old at that time. He looked much stronger than an ordinary old man. He could still run in the morning, watch football games, and even speak loudly. At that time, he still looked like a soldier. He hadn't seen him like this for twenty years! This was youth, this was age!
The young soldier said helplessly, "Sir General, why don't you go and freshen up first? Your sweat contains a lot of … "
"Give it to me!" Barreton looked at the young soldier majestically. He still said those two words.
The young soldier shrugged and handed the stack of information to Barreton. At the same time, he said, "Sir General, please note that the information you are looking at is top secret. Even in the United States, only the president and a few people designated by the president can see it. The confidentiality level is …"
"Shut up, kid!"
After Barreton finished his words, he started to read the document seriously. The old woman beside him looked at his familiar yet strange face. Her eyes were filled with tears. She wanted to say something, but in the end, she didn't say anything. She just sat there quietly with him and waited for him to finish reading the document.
"… Renegades Organization, one hundred thousand soldiers, advanced technology, parallel worlds, war … Youth potion, age recovery, won't lose its effectiveness under any circumstances …"
After Barreton finished reading the document, he fell into deep thought. After a full ten minutes, he said, "Does this mean that if I agree to the conscription, I will lead one of the divisions? The division will be called the Six Masters of Samsara, right? "
The young soldier nodded affirmatively. Barreton thought for a while and continued to ask, "Then what is my military rating?"
The young soldier immediately said, "You will keep your current military rank, but your military merits will offset your current military rank. During this period, your military merits will not be accumulated."
"Then, my annual salary will be three times that of the current Major General in the United States. I want to ask … What is the annual ration of this youth potion?" Barreton looked at the young soldier with his eagle-like eyes. It was as if he wanted to see the truth from the young soldier's face.
"As a Major General, you will be given 30 years of youth potion every year. Of course, 20 years of youth potion is counted as a conscription ration, so it doesn't count. I have orders from above. Once you agree to the conscription, we will give you the first year's youth potion in advance," the young soldier said with a smile. He knew his mission was a success.
"Then …"
Barreton breathed a sigh of relief. He reached for the young soldier's military cap and put it on his head. He said, "Bring me the potion and give it to my wife. I am going to take a shower and prepare your transportation. Soldier, I want to go to the military base within twenty-four hours. The military base of the Sixth Division, understood?"
The young soldier immediately stood up and saluted with his feet together. He said, "Yes, Sir General. I promise to complete the mission!"
So … The Six Masters of Samsara were in place!
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