Sending the driver and the convoy behind him to leave first, Colonel Bess strolled through the town with the fat man who was too curious to see enough.

The streets are neat and clean, and there is a flower garden at intervals of more than ten meters, which extends into the distance, and roughly calculated, these rectangular flower beds are no less than hundreds. Fist-sized chrysanthemums of various colors bloom and are colorful. The flowers at the end are clustered and picturesque.

The streets are lined with shops, bright windows, clothing, bags, accessories, electric pet toys, from adults to toddlers, almost all ages, all kinds of goods are dazzling, everything is available. The diligent shopping guide loudly solicited business, and there were some melodious silk and bamboo music in the middle of the hot songs.

There are three or five little sisters who look like students who have taken a fancy to their favorite jewelry, and they are bargaining with the merchants in a cute and cute voice. There are young couples strolling down the streets with strollers. There are also old couples who take advantage of the good day to step out of the house and join hands in the street for romance.

The atmosphere here is really cozy. I don't feel the slightest hint of war. It's like a paradise out of the world.

The fat man even thought that it would be nice to live in such a small town for the rest of his life.

However, while the fat man was envious and had some expectations for the future, he was still a little puzzled. Is this not a military base? Why are there so many people?

Listening to the fat man's question, Bess smiled: "These are military families. All the shops here are also run by the families of military martyrs. They don't want to cause trouble for the alliance, they rely on their own hands to eat and fend for themselves. ”

"Awesome, admire."

Bess sighed, "yes, I admire them too. ”

In the evening, in the "Wisteria Villa" at the foot of the mountain, the fat man met Major General Bangar, who had been famous for many days but had never had the opportunity to meet.

He is not particularly tall, but he is strong and sturdy, and he is about fifty years old. His hair is jet-black, and his eyes are sharp. Instead of wearing a military uniform, he was dressed in civilian clothes. This means that this meeting is personal.

Away from the old distance, he enthusiastically stretched out his hands and walked towards the fat man, "I have been entangled in military affairs, and I have neglected Your Excellency the Knight in the past few days, please forgive me." ”

The fat man stretched out his hand to clasp with the other party, and said with a modest smile: "Don't call me Your Excellency Knight, I get goosebumps all over my body when I hear it." It's okay to call me Xiaobao or Fatty, my friends usually call me Fatty, Your Excellency General, you feel free. ”

Major General Bangar shook the fat man's hand a few times, let go and laughed heartily, and said: "I like people with a cheerful personality, and my age, it is not an exaggeration to be your uncle, then I will also call you fat." ”

"It's an honor."

There were four other people behind Bangar, all about the same age as him, and they introduced the fat man one by one. What surprised the fat man a little was that these four were not soldiers of the active army, or they were not serious soldiers. Rather, it was the main leadership of the "Luojia" Military Academy. Except for the dean, the day-to-day affairs of the academy are basically decided by the four of them.

It was still a little early before the dinner began, and the group came to the elegant environment of "Linyue Xiaozhu" to taste tea.

It's antique and retro. Gazebos, promenades, stone piers, stone tables. Not far away are the mountains. It is wooded and lush. Although it is autumn, the summer atmosphere here is still not far away. The pond under the pavilion also houses ornamental fish such as red carp and koi fish.

Everyone sat down at will, and there were waiters dressed as beautiful and delicate maids to make tea for everyone seated.

The fat man looked at the little waiter, combing his ball hair, white skirt, earlobe beads, slender white hands, emerald bracelets and wrists, and skillful tea making.

"I was supposed to entertain you with authentic tea art, but the dinner was about to begin, and the time was a bit rushed. Ladies and gentlemen, please don't mind. However, this tea is good, authentic Qingcang Mountain is dripping green. ”

"Qingcang Mountain is dripping green! Good thing, we've got a mouthful of luck today. "Executive Vice President Qin Mosan is a middle-aged man wearing rimless glasses, with a scholarly temperament. But he is not a literati, but a well-known strategic expert in the Central and Southern Theater. He has a strong sense of the big picture and is known for his unique strategic vision. is considered a Confucian general.

"Wisteria sighs at the moon, and the blue waves of koi play neon clothes. The afterglow is sprinkled with gold and the wind is long, and you can drink the lingering fragrance of the green mouth, everyone, do you think this poetry is true? As an associate professor at the Strategic Command College, Ye Yuxiao has always liked ancient poems and words, and when friends get together, he often comes up with a few words at every turn. And most of them are very relevant. However, in the military pile, it seems to be more or less sour.

Xisu, who is also an associate professor at the Strategic Command College, covered his nose and made an exaggerated and disgusting expression, stretched out a finger and said, "One word, sour!" He stretched out a second finger and continued, "Two words, too sour!" Before the third finger could be stretched out, he was laughed back by Professor Meng Guomin of the Mecha Academy next to him, "Three words, I'll say them for you, it's very sour." Haha......"

"Old Qin, this is what Xian Lao said, I'm just paraphrasing, in fact, I think that your poem is the same as you, it's just sour, haha......"

The fat man watched happily from the side, his eyes were innocent, like a big child who had not grown up. Although he didn't understand the purpose of Major General Bangar and these military academy bigwigs, they made him feel good. All very honest. He is also very willing to associate with such seniors.

Colonel Bess, who accompanied him, asked his uncle several times, but received no response. He knew before that his uncle had a good relationship with several bigwigs of the "Luojia" Military Academy. But in fact, they rarely get to meet. It's a rare thing to get together and joke like this today.

He subconsciously looked at the fat man who had been smiling like a big kid next door. As an intelligence officer, he suddenly had a hunch that he wouldn't be here for him, right?

Don't......

He looked stunned, then shook his head vigorously, trying to shake the ridiculous idea out. But the more he tried to reject that idea, the more deeply ingrained that thought seemed to take root in his mind.

No, no, no, absolutely impossible, that's!

Accidentally, he muttered out of his mouth, and the fat man sitting next to him listened to it and couldn't help but ask him in a low voice, "What can't be?" Listen, I'll do the analysis for you. The little eyes blinked, and their faces were full of curiosity.

"Oh, nothing, hehe, I'm talking nonsense. Don't care. ”

Colonel Beth's heart was pounding, but it occurred to him that if that was the case, it would not be too bad.

This fat man is in the limelight now, and it will be good for him to hide it for a while.

Seeing that he didn't want to say it, the fat man didn't force it. It's not good to ask too much about people's privacy.

And at this moment, the fat man suddenly found that several uncle-level characters in front of him had focused their eyes on him.

There was scrutiny in his eyes, as if there was some kind of expectation.

The fat man was a little hairy and just wanted to say something.

Major General Bangar suddenly asked him, and the address was very formal, "Lieutenant Tang Xiaobao, what do you think of the 'Muse' star?" ”

"That's good." The fat man replied subconsciously.

"What if you were allowed to stay here for a little longer?"

The fat man was stunned and didn't answer for a while. His heart was beating faster. My mind is starting to get a little messy, too.