The blackened crowd walked towards the helicopter landing spot.

Everyone has a different look and a different heart.

Some people don't want General Long Fei to really be on the helicopter, such as Wu Tong, such as those military cadets who don't want Han Dong to be better than themselves, or even much better.

But Han Dong wanted to see General Long Fei.

In public and private, he wants to see this legendary god of war.

Even deep in his heart, Han Dong was in a trance and a little suspicious.

Is brother-in-law a fool?

For no reason, he dared to forge General Zhang's handwritten letter of recommendation?

And take it out in a grand way?

Even if he and General Zhang are really like brothers, they may not have the courage, right?

Although there are not many people in this world who have seen General Zhang, can his handwriting and his official seal be forged?

Is it difficult to tell the authenticity?

Han Dong followed the large army towards the helicopter landing point, but couldn't help but turn around and peek at his brother-in-law who was standing there smoking.

He didn't seem to want to join in the fun.

Or rather, he is too familiar with Long Fei, so familiar that he is too lazy to pick up Long Fei's plane.

Brother-in-law, why are you so confident? So bold?

Could it be that it was just because his brother-in-law believed that Long Fei would definitely cover for him, proving that this handwritten letter of recommendation was handwritten by General Zhang with the official seal, and it was also true?

Is that all?

Or, does the brother-in-law have bigger and harder hole cards?

Han Dong's mind is very lively, but he doesn't know the essentials.

The plane landed, kicking up a layer of dust.

Young Marshal Long Fei, who wore the inner height, walked off the plane calmly.

Behind him, followed by several Beimang elites.

The neat and uniform ones are all Beimang's special military uniforms.

It's handsome, it's cool, and it's full of aura.

The whole body is even more looming, exuding a devastating aura.

When everyone saw this small young marshal of Beimang, their eyes lit up.

Even Wu Tong's eyes looking at Long Fei were full of awe.

This General Long Fei is a legendary god of war who stands at the pinnacle of the Huaxia Military Department, a living myth.

He was also General Zhang's most trusted right-hand man when he was alive, and a confidant among his henchmen.

According to Beimang's rumors, whether General Zhang eats and drinks Lazar, he takes Long Fei with him, and he is closer than his own brother.

Bang Bang Bang!

"Salute!"

On the black pressure playground, all the cadets, and even the soldiers of the discipline group, stomped their feet and saluted to this military legend.

His eyes were in awe, and his face was full of adoration.

The old principal Li Peigong is no exception.

In peacetime, what a great miracle is a General Zhang and a Young Marshal Long Fei?

No one will doubt their greatness.

No one will question their terrifying prowess.

Long Fei took it for granted a military salute in return, and as far as his eyes could see, he quickly fixed on Han Dong.

He strode forward, his voice mellow and calm: "You are Han Dong, who ranks first in the Binhai Military Academy's big exam every year?" What can General Zhang personally write a letter of recommendation? ”

This...

Han Dong twitched the corners of his mouth.

He was too embarrassed to admit it...

In front of Young Marshal Long Fei, he boasted of being a manufacturable material, which was too shameless.

Moreover, he knew that the letter of recommendation was not written by General Zhang, but forged by his brother-in-law.

Let him admit in public, he is ashamed and a little shy...

"He's pretty tall, and he's tall." Long Fei glanced at Han Dong up and down with a little envy, and didn't wait for this stupid boy to answer, just smashed his chest. "Give you a day, finish meeting the people you should see, prepare the luggage you should pack, and take my special plane back to Beimang early tomorrow morning."

As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar.

Long Fei, the legendary young marshal of Beimang, actually wants to take Han Dong to Beimang in person?

Moreover, is it on the special plane of the young marshal Beimang?

Moreover, he also beat Han Dong's chest.

Why didn't he let me take the plane?

Why not beat my chest?

Why don't you compliment me on my great physique and tall stature?

I'm taller than him Han Dong! Be stronger!

The monstrous jealousy has made countless military cadets unrecognizable.

Min Jianghan, who was standing in the corner, was even more dumbfounded, and his pupils contracted for a while.

Young Marshal Long Fei didn't even read the handwritten letter of recommendation, and he knew about it when he got off the plane, which can only prove one thing - General Zhang mentioned this matter to Major Marshal Long Fei before his death, and mentioned this person.

If this goes to Beimang, it must not be cultivated in a key way, and even Young Marshal Long Fei will take it personally?

The future is one - heaven.

But listening to Young Marshal Long Fei's words, Han Dong was stunned.

Over there, the discipline team is still checking themselves?

Can you go to Beimang like this?

"General Long, the Discipline Group—"

"I heard." Long Fei waved his hand lightly and said indifferently. "What does the discipline team want to investigate, go to Beimang to talk to the counterpart unit, their level is not qualified to talk to me."

When Han Dong heard this, his blood boiled, and even his body trembled a little.

This is the domineering of the young marshal Beimang?

Even talking, not qualified to talk!

"General Dragon—"

Wu Tong frowned and stepped forward.

Although Long Fei was telling the truth, with their level, they were indeed not qualified to talk to the leader of Beimang about such a small issue.

But with the obviously forged letter of recommendation in his hand, he had to follow through on the issue.

Even if General Zhang really wrote a letter of recommendation, it would definitely not be this one!

This looks like it was just written, and the official seal was just stamped!

Really cataracts? Cross-eyed?

"I wasn't clear enough?" Long Fei interrupted what Wu Tong was about to say, and said neither salty nor indifferent. "If you have any questions, go talk to my subordinates."

Wu Tong's expression froze, but he said stubbornly: "I suspect that someone forged General Zhang's personal letter of recommendation, and even forged General Zhang's official seal, which is a great insult to Beimang's reputation..."

"Oh? And this kind of thing? Long Fei raised his eyebrows and said. What about letters of recommendation? Show it to me. ”

Wu Tong immediately presented it with both hands.

Long Fei shook off the letter of recommendation and swept his eyes, his eyes sank: "The handwriting is arrogant, the pen is a dragon and snake, except for General Zhang, I can't think of a second person who can have such pen power." ”

The fingertips rubbed a little red on the hand because they pinched the official seal.

"But this official seal is still a little faded, and it looks like it has just been stamped..."Wu Tong hesitated.

Talking to Han Dong, he has no pressure.

But in the face of the powerful Beimang young marshal, Wu Tong must pretend to be a grandson.

He made outstanding meritorious deeds and commanded 300,000 Beimang troops.

Mess with him?

Those crazy people in Beimang have never been vegetarians...

"As soon as I got off the plane, I felt wet and slimy." Long Fei said without taking his eyes off it. "In the past few days, has the resurgence of the coastal area been serious?"

"I think it's reasonable to drop some color."

Wu Tongren was stupid.

How is this rhetoric exactly the same as Han Dong's brother-in-law?

What are they all about?

Or is it a fucking confession?

But even if it's really a confession...

Young Marshal Long Fei said that it was true, and he Wu Tong didn't dare to say that it was fake.

"Do you have any questions?" Long Fei raised his eyes and glanced at Wu Tong like a torch.

"No—no." Wu Tong was sweating profusely.

"And what are you stopping me from doing?" Long Fei savagely picked Wu Tong away, and said with contempt in his eyes. "Do you think I've come to the shore to help you verify the authenticity of this letter of recommendation?"

"I'm here to see my brother."

Long Fei's eyes fell on Zhang Ruoyu, who was tired of standing and squatting aside to smoke.

The eyes of the elite of Beimang behind him also looked at Zhang Ruoyu with great heat.