After all, there was no knowing what was in a man's heart. Although the Dragon King and Long Luo should be reliable, they were from the Dragon God Shrine after all. Who knew if they would spill his secret?
It was the legendary teleportation array. If the three shrines found out about it, it wouldn't be as simple as the trial for the Son of God. It would be strange if they didn't come out to fight for it.
"Your men?"
The Dragon King looked at him, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. He admitted that Ding Ning was strong, even stronger than him, but he didn't think his men could fight against the Americans.
Although Long Luo didn't know how strong Ding Ning's men were, he was relieved when he thought of the mysterious Divine Array Master. He said with a smile, "I was going to tear the space and leave with you guys. Since someone's here to help, I'm relieved."
"That … Ding Ning, it's not that I'm looking down on your men, but this is Area 51, which represents the strongest military force in America …"
Before the Dragon King could finish his words, Ding Ning waved his hand and interrupted him confidently. "Don't worry. I know my men very well. Not to mention Area 51, even if all the US forces were to move out, as long as they don't use deterrent weapons like nuclear weapons, we will be able to retreat unscathed."
"But …"
The Dragon King felt that Ding Ning was too arrogant, and was about to persuade him again when he was interrupted by Long Luo, who said carelessly, "Big Brother, don't worry. Brother Ding Ning's subordinates are very powerful. Not to mention Area 51, even if the United States of America mobilizes all its forces, they won't be able to hurt us."
The Dragon King was stunned when he heard that. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He felt that his younger brother Long Luo had never been to the mortal world and didn't understand the terrifying power of hot weapons.
Long Luo could tell what he was thinking. He hurriedly told him about how the three divine halls had suffered a crushing defeat at Ding Ning's hands. What made the Dragon King's expression change was that the way he looked at Ding Ning, who was chatting happily with Sister Qiao 'er, had changed.
A mysterious Divine Array Master who set up a divine-level array and could kill a demigod with one punch. The three shrines issued a trial mission for the Son of God …
All of this made the Dragon King feel as if he was listening to a fantasy story. From an emotional point of view, he did not want to believe it at all, but from a rational point of view, he knew that his younger brother would not lie to him. What he said must be the truth.
He was more excited than shocked. After all, he was a wanted criminal of the Divine Hall. If Ding Ning really had the power to fight against the three Divine Halls, he would have a chance to struggle.
…
"Everyone, return immediately. If you're still the Dragon Soul Warriors of the past, carry out my orders immediately. This time, I'll treat it as if nothing happened."
At a small military airfield in the Southwest Theater of Operations, HeadShotWithoutExplanation and a group of retired comrades were clenching their fists tightly. Their faces were filled with unwillingness.
They had already made up their minds. No matter which superior came to stop them, they would not hesitate to disobey the order and fly directly to America to rescue Big Brother Dragon Fang.
However, they never thought that the person who would stop them would be the man in front of them. They could disobey anyone else's orders, but they couldn't disobey this man's orders.
"Dragon Horn, are we just going to watch Big Brother Dragon Teeth sacrifice himself?"
HeadShotWithoutExplanation's eyes were red as he roared at the back of the person who had stopped them.
Long Jiao's figure paused for a moment, then he continued walking forward. Only his sonorous voice echoed in the night sky with the wind, "He is not only your brother, he is also my brother. There are some things that you don't need to do."
HeadShotWithoutExplanation and his comrades looked at each other and saw the excitement in each other's eyes. Although they were ready to sacrifice their future and even their lives for Dragon Teeth, most of them had retired and had their own families. It was only because of their passion and brotherhood that they did such a thing.
This was an impulsive thing.
In fact, they all knew very well that after more than 20 years, it was a problem whether they could even hold a gun, let alone save Big Brother Dragon Teeth from the abyss of suffering.
However, the friendship between comrades and the passion in their hearts that had not yet faded made them impulsively want to go to the military court. At least, this was the attitude of more than 50 old Dragon Soul Warriors towards Big Brother Dragon Teeth.
It had nothing to do with positions or interests. It was only about the morality in their hearts.
But now, Long Jiao's obstruction and stance made their hearts warm. They knew that Long Jiao hadn't changed, and he had come specifically to save them. Otherwise, if things got out of hand, none of them would have a good ending.
But none of this was important to them. What was important was that Dragon Horn never made promises easily, but once he did, he would never go back on his word. His promise meant that before they arrived, Dragon Horn had already made arrangements to carry out a rescue operation for Big Brother Dragon Teeth.
"Come on, it's not easy to get together. Don't go back. Let's drink together and wait for the good news from Dragon Horn."
HeadShotWithoutExplanation was a very emotional person. Although the operation had been aborted before it started, it was not easy to gather these comrades, so he might as well treat it as a reunion.
"Well, let's drink while waiting for the news. Anyway, I'm going all out this time. I've already asked for leave in advance and made arrangements. A week is not a problem."
"One drink won't do. It's been so many years since we've gathered together. This time, we must slaughter him for a few days."
"Right, right, right. This guy is doing very well in the military now. Who else can we slaughter but him?"
"F * ck, if we're talking about doing well, he's still Hound. Even if we have to slaughter him, we have to slaughter him."
"F * ck off. We're in the southwest war zone now. This is your territory. If we don't slaughter you, who else can we slaughter? When Big Brother Dragon Teeth returns safely, we'll all go to the northeast war zone. We'll have good wine and good food. Count it all on me."
"Pfft. In your dreams. When Big Brother Dragon Teeth returns, you won't even have a chance. I'll be the host then."
"Even if it's not Hound's turn, it won't be you. I'm the oldest, so I have to be the host. When the time comes, none of our old members can be missing."
"F * ck, you're taking advantage of your seniority. No, no. When the time comes, everyone will take turns to be the host. No one can take advantage of you."
…
In the darkness, Dragon Horn, who was dressed in military attire, quietly stood under a tree. He watched the veterans leave with their arms around each other's shoulders. His voice drifted over with the night wind. His eyes were slightly moist as he softly scolded, "These stinking brats. They're almost grandpas, but they're still so impulsive."
"Chief, the higher-ups called. They're very angry. They want you to immediately go to the military headquarters to explain."
An officer with a major on his shoulder quickly walked over with an ugly expression. After saluting, he quickly reported.
Dragon Horn tidied the military cap on his head and calmly said, "Let's go."
"Chief, is it worth it for these retired soldiers?"
The major followed behind Dragon Horn, who was walking as if he was flying, and asked somewhat angrily.
Dragon Horn's footsteps suddenly stopped. A pair of knife-like eyes stared at the major, making him feel as if he was being stared at by a hungry wolf. The major's eyes darted around, not daring to meet Dragon Horn's gaze.
"Remember, they are not only my soldiers, but also my life-and-death brothers whom I can trust with my back. If I can't even protect my own brothers, I don't deserve to be a soldier at all."
The dragon-horned man had already walked far away, but his powerful words still lingered in his ears, causing the major to feel ashamed. His gaze gradually became determined, and he quickly caught up to the man.
At this moment, he seemed to suddenly understand why these retired veterans would do such a brainless and impulsive thing for Dragon Teeth, who had left for more than 20 years.
Because they were not only comrades-in-arms, but also brothers who had gone through life and death together.
"Old Shen, I've done what I can. The rest is all up to you. If anything happens to Brother Dragon Teeth, don't blame me for falling out with you."
On the helicopter flying directly to the Yan Jing Military Region Headquarters, Xiao Baiyu stared blankly at the night view outside the cabin and whispered in his heart.
He knew that this matter was too big. In order to clean up the mess of those retired brothers, he was likely to be transferred from Dragon Soul, or even dismissed from his post, investigated, and sent to the military court, but he did not regret it at all.
Because he knew that Dragon Horn, Shen Moru, was under more pressure than him. Without the approval of his superior, he immediately mobilized the Yulin Guards to Mi Country and launched a rescue operation.
For this, he did not hesitate to use the field personnel of Shenzhou lurking in Mi Country without authorization. If something went wrong, something big would happen.
…
On the top of a barren mountain outside Area 51, dozens of men in black without any logo were lurking in the woods, quietly waiting for orders.
Shen Moru, dressed in casual clothes, looked at everything that happened in Area C with an infrared telescope, and his brows were twisted into a big knot.
He violated the rules and used his power to transfer the soldiers of the Jia Battalion, who happened to be training in a secret training base not far from Mi Country, to rescue Dragon King and Dragon Teeth at all costs.
But now, someone had beaten him to it. Although the faces of those masked people could not be seen, they exuded the iron-blooded murderous aura unique to the soldiers of Shenzhou.
This made him very confused. Which troop was one step faster than him, exchanged fire with the biochemical warriors in advance, and even suppressed these biochemical warriors to the point that they could not do anything?
Even when the Mi Army launched their fighter jets, they were beaten to a pulp. That terrifying combat power shocked him inexplicably.
"Head Guard, where did these people come from?"
A soldier of the Jia Battalion was secretly speechless and subconsciously asked softly.
"I don't know. There should not be such a troop in our country."
Shen Moru shook his head in puzzlement, because he was very clear that the weapons of mass destruction carried by this masked troop were definitely the new weapons of the world's top level. No troop in Shenzhou could be equipped with such top level weapons.
"If they are not the troops of Shenzhou, are they mercenaries?"
Another soldier of the Jia Battalion subconsciously guessed.
"Mercenaries? Very likely. "
Shen Moru's eyes brightened slightly. He was very clear that the Asura Mercenary Corps founded by Big Brother Dragon Fang was the world's number one mercenary organization. If these warriors were from the Asura Mercenary Corps, then everything made sense.
"Could it be the Zodiac Army that has recently risen to prominence?"
A soldier of the Jia Battalion frowned and guessed.
"You don't say, these guys are all wearing zodiac masks. It really could be the Zodiac Army."
Another soldier of the Jia Battalion said excitedly.
"Zodiac Army? Why haven't I heard of it? "
Shen Moru asked doubtfully. He was either busy training soldiers every day, or flying all over the world to carry out missions. He really had not heard of the Zodiac Army that had recently risen to prominence.
"The Zodiac Army is a mercenary corps made up entirely of Chinese. There are about one thousand to one thousand two hundred people. It can barely be considered a large mercenary corps. They are very mysterious, and no one knows their origins. They appear out of nowhere like comets. They are not controlled by the Mercenary Union like other mercenary corps, and they never accept mercenary missions. They have their own personalities …"
A soldier of the Jia Battalion who had conducted a detailed investigation of the Zodiac Army said with delight.
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