"I've always admired abstraction, but style can't be forced. Sometimes, a person's thoughts should be expressed in the most direct way, whether it is painting or doing things. Gustin glanced at Luboca, and then his gaze fell on the colonels, "You haven't even spoken a word in my study for so long, and it seems that most of them are abstract." ”

"I don't know how to draw birds, Chief of Staff, I just want you to raise your hand and let us meet the general. Colonel Stu, who had single-handedly swept through the Holy Cult's War Cavalry Brigade with a single RPG, was the first to speak, his over-strong body making him look like a brown bear standing upright, and his muffled guttural voice shook the air above the square through the loudspeaker device.

"Has the general summoned anyone?" asked Gustin, his blue eyes full of surprise.

"No need to act anymore, if the general wants to summon anyone, do we still need to talk nonsense with you here?" Beside Stu, the short and sturdy Saru sneered and looked out the window, "What, the communication soldiers have set up the horns, so you don't have anything to say to the brothers below?"

"If the General can't see you today, shouldn't I never have to talk nonsense?" asked Gustin faintly.

"That's not for you and me to have the final say. Saru took a step forward, shorter than an ordinary woman, and at the moment he looked so imposing, "There has never been a second person in the Red Front who dares to admire the general, and the four of us are the current first-level executives, and we are all standing here. Chief of Staff, today you have to give an explanation, don't force us to do things we don't want to do. ”

"Everyone on the Red Front can come together, if you had to sum it up in one word, what would it be?" Gustin ignored him, and instead looked at the only lieutenant in the room.

"Fate. Luboca replied.

"Yes, it's fate. Fate can never be resisted. The First Chief of Staff, dressed only in civilian clothes, smiled approvingly. The faces that showed the beauty of the yin owl were all indifferent and calm, "Colonels, my fate is to assist the general, and the fate of you and those soldiers outside is to fight for the red front until the last moment of your life." Everyone has their own job. Finally, there is a common direction, and there are some things that can be sat down and discussed, so it's better not to be impatient. ”

"At this time, you tell us not to be in a hurry? We haven't seen the general once in a few months, and all the news about him has come from your mouth. Chief of Staff, I know you're a great wise man, but we're not fools either. Like this is the case now. Even if something happens to the general, you should say it frankly, not hide it. Saru snorted coldly, "Whether this is our personal meaning or not, you will know when you listen to the outside." ”

The noise began to sound from the square, and the soldiers, who had been silent, all shouted. Like a hurricane, the wave of sound that swept through the crowd grew louder and louder. It became more and more violent, and even the doors and windows of the study rattled.

"General, we want to see the General!" roared the soldiers. The back row pushes the front row, like the raging magma of a volcanic crater.

"When they lose patience and rush in, even if you want to, I'm afraid you won't have a chance. Saru smirked.

"We all know that there is only one man in the world who deserves to be called a general. "In the midst of chaos. The First Chief of Staff glanced at him and suddenly spoke in a loud voice.

There was an instant silence in the square, and in the blink of an eye, the terrifying cries of "Hart, Hart, Hart!"

"We all know that. There is also only one father of the Red Front. Gustin stood up, raising his voice, straightening his body.

"Long live Hart!" The soldiers in the square all held their guns on their shoulders and maintained an upright posture.

"This general, this father, has he ever disappointed anyone? If he wants you to fight, will you dare to shed blood? If he wants you to die, will you give up your head?!" Gustin's razor-sharp gaze met the colonels.

In the study, everyone vigorously joined hands and saluted. The sound waves from the loudspeakers have been transmitted all the way over the square, into residential areas, and throughout the mountainous area. All the men, women, and children who heard this name, no matter what they were doing, put down their work and responded loudly in the direction where the stone fort was, "Fight for him, die for him, long live, long live the general!!

Some were shouting, some were crying, and some were raising their guns and shooting wildly into the sky. The tongues of fire that burst out with the machine guns of the squad reflected each other in the sky, and the mountains rumbled and shook violently, and the frightened birds scattered all over the sky.

For the people who live here, Hart is not just a name, but a symbol, a spiritual pillar equivalent to heaven. He is not God, and God will not go among the people, lead them into battle, shed blood for them. After running away from a wealthy businessman's family, as a doctor, he initially drove alone with medicines and supplies, trekking through the mountains and mountains to help people in need. It wasn't until one day, passing by a farm that had been wiped out by the Holy Cult Army, and seeing the dismembered body of a girl with his own eyes, that he organized the predecessor of the Red Front, a guerrilla force of less than 100 people.

From the beginning of the Red Front, Hart vigorously advocated the cultivation of fire poppy and built a series of processing plants, from plants to finished products, completely self-produced and sold, and the sales network covered the entire Western Regions. The constant flow of drug money is used to buy anti-satellite electronic systems, munitions and even build small hospitals and schools.

Few people are forced to take drugs, and it is better to let those scum toss their lives than to let the real poor people suffer. Hart's approach has always been as sharp and direct, as his style of leadership. The only time the Holy Cult managed to hold off his forces and gain the upper hand in the engagement was when the Red Front had just joined forces with another independent force that had taken the initiative to attack. At that time, Hart used less than 5,000 troops to defeat the overwhelming armed force in one fell swoop, and after plundering the other party's wealth accumulated for many years, he led his men and horses to the southern border, fighting and retreating, tearing a hole in the encirclement of the Holy Cult Army, and disappeared into the reckless mountains.

Such a legendary figure, the backbone of the entire Red Front, is now unknown in his whereabouts, which makes the army increasingly restless, and the senior commanders are on pins and needles. Several colonels gathered their direct troops today, just to force the palace. The performance of the First Chief of Staff at a critical moment still caught them off guard.

"Willing to fight, willing to die, why don't you want to wait? What kind of person the general is, naturally I don't need to say more. Could it be that Colonel Saru thinks that he is the kind of person who does not even leave a word. Just leave the people behind and run away cowards?" waited for the fanatical crowd to slowly calm down, and then Gustin asked the eyes of Shang Saru.

"The Chief of Staff is right!"

"The general can never be a coward!"

"Whoever dares to look at the general like this will shoot him with one shot!" roared angrily in the square, and the soldiers' positions seemed to have changed subtly.

Looking at those eyes as deep as the sea, Saru couldn't help but take a step back. He had never despised Gustin, and he knew that in the history of the Red Front's mid-to-late development, this man's mind was the sharpest weapon in the general's hands. But today, when he had no choice but to join forces with other comrades, he really realized what a terrible opponent he was. Gustin had already seen from the outset that he was the leader of the war. But it was only at this moment that he counterattacked with a few words of understatement, and almost crushed him with one blow.

"We're just worried about the general's safety. Saru's voice was hoarse, and the green tendons on his forehead were revealed. Hart had made it clear that in his absence, Gustin was the sole holder of supreme power. Threatening the Supreme Commander with force can naturally be regarded as a mutiny, which is a capital crime anyway, and he doesn't want to ask anything yet. but was judged to fail in advance.

"Where's the chief of staff, arrest all these rebels!" seemed to be a doomed end, as the sound of footsteps came from the hallway. The cold order of the captain of the Special Guard sounded like a death knell.

As the only escort unit that does not obey the orders of the United Front Work Department and is directly dispatched by the leader, the Special Guard Unit has only one company of personnel, but all of them are veterans who have been through a hundred battles and killed people. Saru also hesitated to bypass these guys and confront the chief of staff, but finally took the advice of his deputy and lured the general's young daughter to go hunting. Let the entire guard team go clean.

After all, hunting is hunting, unlike fishing, and if you can't catch it, you can use a grenade to blow it up. It seems that the unruly princess has nothing to gain today, and she still has no patience, so she went home early. The incitement of the Gustinian terror. Listening to the sound of handcuffs outside, the four colonels in the room suddenly felt that they were becoming prey at gunpoint, and there was nowhere to escape.

It wasn't the guards who broke into the study first, it was the princess.

A pair of high-top military leather boots, a pair of denim shorts that were too short to be shorter with round hips, a black elastic tank top, and a steel soldier identification badge on her chest - General Hart's youngest daughter, Scarlett, was only eighteen years old, and such a outfit still made her already infuriating figure nosebleed. When she walked in with a double-barreled shotgun, her tanned light brown face had the wild look of a female leopard, and her big eyes were full of anger and murder.

"Uncle Gustin, I've heard you're in trouble. Scarlett didn't look at the others, shook her long, sweaty curly hair, and loaded her shotgun with a "click".

"A girl has to look like a girl, you have to learn from your sister, when she goes out, she will never have so many frightened followers. Although Gustin was reproaching, his eyes were full of smile and doting.

Scarlett quietly squeezed her eyes at Gustin and said, "Speaking of followers, Uncle Gustin, do you remember Turlu, the leader of the Jackal Gang?

The man entered the house, took off his hood, and several colonels immediately jumped up.

"General!" they saluted in unison, tears welling up in their eyes.

Gustin was completely stunned, and he went to great lengths to prevent everyone from meeting the general, precisely because the general had been assassinated some time ago. But at this moment, a living Hart appeared in front of him again.

In the face of Gustin's uncertain gaze, Relo remained silent. Although this level of facial muscle adjustment was only a small skill for the Nine Lives Heavenly Dragon Technique, it was still a bit too absurd for him to disguise himself as the supreme leader here when he first arrived.

"Dad, you're not feeling well, I'll help you back to your room to rest first!" Scarlett saw that the purpose of the encirclement had been achieved, and immediately gave Lei Luo a look.

Sheriff Hoover was too insignificant to be allowed in outside. Tulu, the leader of the Jackal Gang, as the introducer, watched as Lei Luo honestly and unceremoniously put his arm on Scarlett's shoulders and walked towards the inner house, and his whole body suddenly sweated like pulp.

He never dreamed that things would turn out the way they were. (To be continued......)