The Special-Class Sanatorium, Jiangbei Provincial Military Region.
This was the most heavily guarded place in the entire theater, with a guard every three paces and a sentry every five.
Armed guards stood solemnly on watch, protecting the old man inside who alone upheld nearly half the Dragon Kingdom's military spirit.
A black Red Flag Limousine bearing the license plate "Hai A00001" sped straight past the sentries at the entrance and pulled up before a secluded courtyard deep inside the sanatorium, its brakes screeching.
The car door opened.
An old man in a Navy Commander's uniform, his chest covered in medals, pushed aside the security guard who tried to help him and shakily climbed out, leaning on a cane.
Xu Anbang.
The hundred-year-old general who had just stirred up a storm in Modu, even going so far as to bombard Bureau 7 for Yue Xiaofei, now seemed almost afraid to face someone from his past.
He stood at the courtyard entrance, the hand gripping his cane trembling faintly.
Behind him, the other car doors opened one after another.
Several middle-aged people wearing generals' stars on their shoulders, along with some distinguished young people, filed out.
Xu Sanjiang, the North Sea Theater Political Commissar.
Xu Sihai, president of the Naval Engineering University.
Xu Mingzhu, wife of the commander of the Longdu Military Region.
There was also Xu Jingtao, captain of the Dongfeng Carrier, known as the Navy's Future Star.
And Xu Wanqing, of the Xu Family's Fourth Generation.
Any one of them could shake the Dragon Kingdom's military establishment with a single stamp of their foot.
Yet now, every one of them followed meekly behind the old patriarch, not daring to breathe too loudly.
"Stand up straight, all of you!"
Xu Anbang adjusted his collar and turned to scold them. "When you