The rest of his life, the wealthy Cao in the capital, made a big move in the past half a month.

He resold all the properties in the capital, including his horse farm at the foot of Yanshan.

After that, he dismissed all his servants, and each severance payment was a lot of money, but he obviously didn't care about that.

After doing all this, he returned to his hometown at the northern foot of Yanshan.

This is a remote town located on the Bashang Plateau, and it is also the place where the ancestral ancestral hall of the old Cao family is located.

Cao Yusheng, as one of the six leaders of the hunting gate, is also a celebrity in the domestic rich circle, and there are golden signboards inside and outside the door.

His actions naturally attracted the attention of all parties, and everyone generally understood that Lao Cao had earned enough money and returned to his hometown to support the elderly.

From this moment on, the name Cao Yusheng will gradually be forgotten by the rivers and lakes.

However, some people may not be able to forget this name in their lives.

For example, the old man in the compound of a certain military district.

This old man was too old to retire from the military for a long time, and he had not worn the military uniform with golden branches and leaves and three golden star insignia for three years.

Usually dressed in a silk coat, soaked in wolfberries in a thermos cup, and there are good pen and ink on the bookcase.

The old man has no other hobbies, but only a handful of ink treasures have entered the house. It's still a breath away from being a calligrapher, but among amateurs, it's a rare master.

This morning, the old man was scribbling ink in the study.

Suddenly, there was a "snap", and a tattered book was thrown on the bookcase in front of him.

The old man was startled, and with a shake of his hand, the word was scrapped.

Don't look at the elegant demeanor of the old man, after all, he was a general who had been on the battlefield back then, and his temper suddenly came up:

"I shot you......"

While saying this, the old man raised his head, and when he saw the person clearly, he swallowed the second half of the sentence, and he pointed at the person with the brush in his hand: "Stinky boy, don't say hello when you come." ”

Standing opposite the old man was a middle-aged fat man, who was Cao Yusheng.

"Elder Wang, you have to help me figure out a way to do this. Cao Yusheng said with a solemn expression, "After I think about it, it is possible to do this with your connections." ”

"Heh, you Cao Yusheng saved my life thirty years ago, when my old king was in power, you didn't ask me for anything, I thought you were good enough for this kid. Elder Wang sat down with a somewhat playful expression, "What's the matter now? I'm at the end of my rope? But I'm retired now, and my connections are not as good as before, you kid is coming to beg me now, it's a little late, right?"

"Don't bury me with that. Cao Yusheng said bitterly, "If I had other ways, I would definitely not look for you." You know my temper, and I have always been uninvolved in military and political affairs. ”

"Okay, let's talk. ”

"This booklet. Cao Yusheng pointed to the broken book on the table, "Please help me send it to the Altai Mountains." ”

"When will it be delivered?"

"The sooner the better. ”

"That's going to be hard. Wang Lao said, "Leave it in the past, it's not a problem." But now it's different.

Have you noticed that there have been planes in the sky recently?

Civil aviation planes, not so much, those are all fighter jets.

It seems that it is the northwestern border of our country, and it is transferring planes to the Northern Military District.

Since the founding of the People's Republic of China, I have only seen five air force transfers of this scale, either for the reshuffle or for war.

Boy, I can tell you that my life is nothing compared to state affairs.

I can't help you if you don't have a good reason.

If I'm not mistaken, at this time, not a single fly wants to cross the northwest border, you want to send this broken book over, why?"

"Help. Cao Yusheng replied succinctly.

"Okay, two questions. Elder Wang was also quick to speak, "The first question, how can this broken book save people? The second question, who do you want to save?"

"I probably know a little more about the current situation in the Altai Mountains than you do. "In short, this is a biological event that may spread around the world, and it is extremely harmful." The International Biological Research Association has reached a consensus with the United Nations to bring the situation under control at all costs.

Now, the military forces of China and Mongolia have blockaded the region. If necessary, the United Nations will authorize China, one of the P5 countries, to launch a nearby nuclear bomb to raze the Altai Mountains to the ground.

And at this time, it was a lone army that was dealing with this matter in the Altai Mountains.

The leader is a nephew from my sect, who is very capable, but he lacks intelligence.

This booklet is by far the best source of information.

So Elder Wang, please be sure to help with this.

What I want to save is not only this junior, but also the entire common people in the vicinity of the Altai Mountains, including our herdsmen in China. ”

"I can verify these things with a phone call, don't panic with me. Wang Lao stared at Cao Yusheng with burning eyes.

Cao Yusheng pointed to the phone on Wang Lao's desk with his finger: "Please." ”

Wang Lao picked up the phone, pressed three buttons, waited for a while, and asked, "Xiao He, what's the situation in the northwest?...... Okay, I got it. ”

After hanging up the phone, Wang Lao looked at Cao Yusheng and nodded, and then finally set his eyes on the booklet.

It was only now that he could see the words on the cover of this booklet: "Zhang Guohua's Notes".

The handwriting is very sloppy, and the level of calligraphy can only be regarded as okay in the eyes of Wang Lao.

"Zhang Guohua?" Wang Lao recalled for a moment and asked, "I seem to have heard of this name." ”

"You should have heard of it. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, the first batch of combat textbooks for the Chinese army was compiled by Mr. Zhang Guohua, a special appointment of the Ministry of National Defense. He was also a hunter and one of the six leaders at that time. Cao Yusheng explained, "The mysterious creature that currently haunts Altai, Mr. Zhang Guohua has been chasing and killing it for ten years. In this world, no one knows this thing better than Zhang Guohua. Therefore, his notes are very important information for those who are currently on a mission at the place of the incident. ”

"Oh. Wang Lao answered, and then asked, "Where did you get this thing?"

"I found this book at the door yesterday morning, apparently someone sent it. I have distinguished the authenticity, I can still recognize Mr. Zhang Guohua's handwriting, and combined with the content written in it, it should be true. Cao Yusheng smiled bitterly, "And Elder Wang, even if it may be fake, do I dare not send it?"

"Yes, dead horses are treated as live horse doctors. Wang Lao agreed with Cao Yusheng's statement, and then said, "The only way at present is to use airdrops." But if you take an airdrop, there are too many uncontrollable factors. It's hard to say whether this book can reach your junior. ”

"Do your best, according to the destiny of heaven. Cao Yusheng sighed, "If the things written in this notebook are true, then they must be sent in, otherwise they will not have a chance." ”

"Well, don't worry. Elder Wang nodded, "Leave this matter to me." ”