"Old Li! Get out here! The target's appeared!"
In the open space at the center of the military camp.
Political Commissar Old Zhao shouted excitedly.
The soldiers surrounding them were fully armed, aiming their guns at Ye Yang as he flew through the sky.
"Don't shoot! Zhang Da Miao, Wang You Sheng, tell your men to lower their guns!"
Commissar Zhao saw the soldiers around him holding their guns tensely.
He hurriedly pressed down on the gun barrels with both arms.
"What is it, Old Zhao? Which damn target has appeared?"
Inside the military tent.
Regiment Commander Li, his square face full of menace, stormed out, cursing.
He still had a loaded pistol in his hand.
His tiger-like eyes swept around like a pair of bronze bells.
That earth-shaking, terrifying battle at dawn had given Regiment Commander Li several hours of nightmares.
After all, even the Xiong Bing Lian, the Super Soldiers rumored for ages to be able to stand against a million troops, had nearly perished here.
After the Super Soldiers were rescued,
they had all left by aircraft, looking battered and exhausted.
Even Ye Yang, the important target this reinforced regiment had been stationed here to watch, had disappeared.
After the report that Ye Yang was missing was sent up the chain,
Regiment Commander Li had been chewed out by his brigade commander until he had no fight left in him.
At his age, he still had to write a self-criticism.
Old Li came rushing out, only to see Political Commissar Old Zhao dash over to him.
He grabbed one of Old Li's arms,
leaned close to his ear, and whispered tensely:
"The target's in the sky. It's Ye Yang. He's back!
Remember what Victorious Fighting Buddha, Monkey Brother, said when the Xiong Bing Lian left last night?