It was still that Federation proverb, a person has a name, a tree has a shadow.
Xu Le, this name was extremely ordinary, the slanted shadow behind him not all that austere either. However, when these hedonistic soldiers here heard these two words, saw the ordinary face that was revealed along with the sunglasses on his fingertips, they immediately felt a wave of extremely cold aura envelop the military camp, crushing down on their usually proud and reserved hearts.
From a certain perspective, Xu Le was already a great celebrity in the Federation. The people didn't know how many people he had killed, how many great things he had done. The Ministry of National Defense's propaganda department cooperated with the news media, but with the help of the scandal with the nation's young lady, they placed him in front of the spotlight and magnifying glass. Now that this name was spat out from his thin lips, it would no longer be as light as a feather. Once it landed on hard ground, it would definitely forcefully smash open several large craters.
The hedonistic soldiers here finally understood why this ordinary looking fellow was already a Federation lieutenant colonel at such a young age. They finally understood why in front of these people's sense of superiority and family background, he could still be so calm and ruthless, to the extent where he was even a bit more ruthless than they had indulged in imagining.
It was because he was Xu Le, the young genius that Military God Li Pifu and President Pabre both held in high regard, a target that the Federal military focused on nurturing. Regardless of whether it was a competition of background, willpower, strength, or methods, this Federation lieutenant colonel wearing sunglasses, at least in this isolated military camp that was far from bustling life, he had an overwhelming advantage.
Xi Peng and the few young masters closest to him weren't those hedonistic sons who drove a few sports cars and whistled a few times just because their fathers had several hundred million in assets. Instead, they were the true young masters who were truly at the top of the capital ring, so they just so happened to know some inside information regarding the name Xu Le.
That was why their reactions were even more intense than others.
Xi Peng, whose right shoulder was gushing with blood, suddenly had fear in her eyes. Shocked by this name, she fell backwards with a resolute and resolute manner, bringing along her group of friends whose faces instantly turned deathly pale. They fell onto the ground in an extremely miserable manner, becoming a mess.
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In the luxurious and exquisite upper circle of the capital ring, the old and rather shrewd middle-aged bigwigs had a publicly acknowledged evaluation of Xu Le, this person who suddenly rose to prominence: this was a calm madman.
He had once smashed the Nutshell Research Institute with his Peace Axe, and then quietly helped the Nutshell Research Institute set up a MX. He pulled down the old man from the Federal Academy of Sciences and gave him a few ruthless slaps across the face. In the end, this young man surprised everyone. He left behind the picturesque landscape of Mo Chou Back Mountain, left behind the flower-like path drawn by that respectable lady, and quietly went to S2. He wore sportswear, carried a bag of guns, broke into a certain building, and killed that councilor who caused countless headaches and fears …
In the eyes of those bigwigs, Xu Le's temperament was calm and cheerful, but he had done so many things that were considered crazy by the rules they were accustomed to, especially the abandonment and killing in the end. This showed that this person didn't rely on a moment of excitement to support his cold-blooded methods, but after careful and careful consideration, he still ruthlessly slammed his head into a certain iron wall. He didn't care if his head would bleed, but he didn't care if he smashed a hole in the iron wall or only left a few traces of blood. He didn't care if he would break his head and bleed, but he didn't care if he smashed a hole in the iron wall or only left a few traces of blood.
This kind of person was very frightening. A calm madman was even more frightening than the little madman Lees of Philadelphia. Even if Madman Li dared to rush into Parliament Hill and start a fight, he definitely wouldn't dare to do such a thing.
Based on the evaluation of this person in the upper circle, and the legendary death of a certain senator, Xi Peng, who was lying on the ground, couldn't help but feel cold all over as he looked at the calm and sincere officer in front of him.
Even if the other party was smiling like a flower under the sun and was as calm as water, he could still smell the blood and see the demon's horns.
The fact that Macklin was killed by Xu Le and Shi Qinghai together was one of the Federation's biggest secrets. However, as George Carlin once mockingly pointed out, the Federation's information was not equal. The so-called secrets were originally the fruits of the upper circle's harvest.
Therefore, Xi Peng knew, and so did the sons of the governors and senators around him.
Xi Peng's uncle was a senior senator of the Federation. The current deputy speaker, Sion, was compared to Macklin, who had died at the hands of Xu Le. Perhaps because of his long experience in business, his hidden strength and connections were deeper and wider. However, on the surface, he couldn't compare to Macklin's once impressive reputation.
It should be known that although Macklin had already withdrawn from the presidential election at that time, he wasn't the villain that was hated by the people today. He still had the support of the people, and the Federation's government and political circle, even terrifying existences like the seven great families, had to make some kind of compromise. However, this guy in front of him just so unreasonably and brutally killed him!
Xu Le even dared to kill Macklin at that time, let alone Xi Peng, who was only his uncle's nephew. Xi Peng's face was pale, and his eyes were wandering. However, he could still clearly feel the pain from the sharp wound on his right shoulder. He was more and more convinced that if he continued to resist, he was afraid that this delicate and feminine man would really stab him to death …
After only two seconds of silence, Xi Peng tightly pursed his lips and climbed up from the ground with difficulty. He saluted Xu Le and then turned to walk toward the field.
His strong will because of his family background, power, and money instantly collapsed and shattered in the face of the simplest and most direct shadow of blood and death. At least in this military camp, he had to endure, stall for time, and wait for his family's response.
Xu Le lowered his head and looked at his watch, calculating the time.
The foppish soldiers all turned pale and ran toward the field.
Xu Le raised his head, put on his sunglasses again, and said a few words to the people behind him. The outstanding battlefield medic of Team 7, Hou Xiandong, immediately reacted and rushed to the field. He pulled Xi Peng to the shade and began to treat the wound on his shoulder.
Bai Yulan's stab was not deep, but the wound was a little long and there was a lot of blood. It looked a little scary.
They were the mercenaries of Nutshell Company and did not seem to have to worry about the existence of military discipline or military court. However, no matter how cold and silent Xu Le was, he would not stab his subordinates to death just because they did not attend training. Strangely, however, many people seemed to think that Xu Le was really a terrifying person who killed without batting an eyelid.
The foppish soldier running toward the field was the last to follow the symbol. Xu Le called out to him. After a moment of silence, he said, "Don't embarrass the old principal."
The symbol's face was covered in bruises and bruises. He did not know that his father was the principal of Ewha University. At home, he often heard his father talk about the legend of this little gatekeeper in front of him.
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Xu Le had never received professional training in the military camp. He had never run weight-bearing training. He had only followed Bai Yulan for a period of time to learn about firearms and standard mecha operation. Those tactical manuals were also just his hobby reading, so naturally, he could not be responsible for the training of more than a hundred subordinates. In fact, he did not understand these things.
After confirming that the breath of these old soldiers had been completely suppressed, he put on his sunglasses and returned to his room. He began to use the military communication system to send frequent technical emails to Shang Qiu, who was far away in Hong Kong.
During this period of time, the engineering department of Nutshell Company had begun to experiment with the turbine compression idea that Shang Qiu's Mr. Cheng Fengshi had proposed. They were in a state of excitement and anxiety. The engineering department missed him very much, and he also missed the atmosphere of the past.
Bai Yulan was fully in charge of the training, with Lan Xiaolong assisting. Those old soldiers with extremely poor military qualities were undergoing a horrendous training on the field. Xiong Linquan held a spiked leather boot and roared, forcing those people to move faster and faster. As long as someone slowed down or collapsed, a few whips would cut through the air, leaving behind a few bloody scars.
Fortunately, the Department of National Defense was extremely generous to the point of being extravagant. Doctor Hou Xiandong skillfully and excitedly operated those medical pods, injecting all sorts of medicine into those old soldiers who had fainted from exhaustion. He could absolutely guarantee that these young masters would not be left with any physical injuries.
Cured? Continue to train. As the saying goes, if you train hard, you will be like a dog. Even if you are scolded, you will not bark. This was the miserable life of the 17th Division's old soldiers on their first day in the West Woods.
On the other side of the field, Yan Bingyan, Liu Qingsong, and the rest of the bodybuilders or record holders were undergoing military posture and formation training under the scorching sun. The long period of standing still had turned them into wooden dummies. Then, under the scorching sun, they turned into dried corpses. Their skin began to crack and float.
"You know the so-called mapping mission is to help the Bureau of Proclamation sneak into the enemy's territory to install the chip. There are only ten days left before we depart. I admit that your training level is very cruel, but with only ten days, can you really create a real fighting force for Xu Le? "
In the shadows at the edge of the barracks, Lan Xiaolong unbuttoned his collar and looked at the soldiers on the field who were like stray dogs. He frowned and said.
"Boss just wants them to have fewer deaths on the battlefield. At least when they are escaping, they need to be able to keep up with the speed of the 7th Division."
Bai Yulan took a puff of her cigarette and answered softly.
"Why did you stab him? That guy is the nephew of the Vice Chairman of Xi 'an. " Lan Xiaolong looked at the field and said worriedly, "You should be very clear about the background of these old soldiers in the division. Xu Le has the background of the Army God and the appreciation of the president, so he shouldn't be afraid of anything. But you are just a slightly more powerful stinky soldier … If these big shots want to crush you, they only need to move their little finger. "
Bai Yulan took a puff of her cigarette and knew that Lan Xiaolong was telling the truth. Even the Ministry of National Defense didn't dare to touch these old soldiers. Although these guys were suppressed now, who knew what would happen in the future? But he still remained silent.
Lan Xiaolong was silent for a moment. He turned his head and stared at the pair of slender eyes through the black hair. He said very seriously, "You keep insisting on calling him boss. Are you really going to sell your life to this guy?"
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