At this moment, a convoy was heading towards the urban area south of Jinling and was about to leave the city. There were helicopters overhead following it to protect it.
This is the guard team of Liu Wanxiong, the leader of the Jinling Army, with a total of two hundred people.
Sitting on the green jeep, Qin Fan looked at Wang Yong beside him: "Where will your commander take me?"
Wang Yong sat upright. He was not good at making friends, and his voice was very hard: "Back to Mr. Qin, the army leader is waiting for you at the Jinling camp. You will know the specific details when you see the army leader."
Qin Fan nodded slightly, without thinking much, and took the green jeep directly to the southern suburbs.
Half an hour later.
In the southern suburbs of Jinling, there is the main camp of the Jinling Army. There are no high-rise buildings here, but there is a chilling atmosphere in the sky.
At this time, outside the military camp, Liu Wanxiong, a tall and sturdy man wearing a military uniform and leading a group of powerful subordinates, was already waiting at the entrance of the military camp. Although he was already in his forties, he had bronze skin and was 1.85 meters tall.
Height, showing toughness.
He carries pine branches on his shoulders, and with two gold stars, he is particularly bright. He is a mid-level general.
Next to him, there are five important people carrying a gold star on their shoulders.
Further to the rear, there were five hundred soldiers lined up neatly, like tigers and wolves entrenched, ready to fight.
It is worth mentioning that there is a pit above Liu Wanxiong's eyebrow, which was obviously caused by a bullet. It is up to five centimeters in diameter. The scar splits in all directions like a spider web, showing a ferocious appearance.
At this time, a mighty convoy of a thousand people drove towards the camp.
Dozens of helicopters followed overhead, equipped with live ammunition, and there were hundreds of green jeeps on the ground.
A subordinate next to him came over and whispered: "Army chief, the commander-in-chief is here in person."
Seeing this battle, Liu Wanxiong couldn't help but gasped: "Old Commander, this battle is too scary, isn't it? Are all the high-level officials of the headquarters here?"
"During the Three Kingdoms period, Uncle Liu visited the thatched cottage three times and invited Kong Ming to come out. It seems that the old commander-in-chief was also determined to win Master Qin."
Others don't know the importance of a martial arts master to a war zone, but Liu Wanxiong knows it very well.
There are five war zones in the Xia Kingdom. Almost every war zone has peerless masters who are responsible for training the kings of soldiers. Each of them has the ability to take the heads of enemy generals in the formation of thousands of troops.
Their strength is equal to that of a thousand.
For example, Zhou Ziheng, the sword god in the Northern War Zone, is known as a man who has one foot in the realm of gods. Each of the Canglong special forces he trained is the king of soldiers among the kings of soldiers. The king of soldiers he trained can be single-handedly
Pick a unit of special forces.
He himself is like a god of war.
This kind of character, in the era of fighting without victory, is more valuable than nuclear weapons. Nuclear weapons cannot be used, but this kind of God-of-War-level character can be used, and his deterrence is extremely strong.
There are other war zones where strong men are stationed.
Only in the Central Plains War Zone, due to some reasons, there is no such peerless master.
Liu Wanxiong knew that the old commander-in-chief, his father's former subordinate, had been longing for a peerless master for countless years. Every time he saw him, he would ask him to find someone who could defeat Zhou Ziheng, the sword god of the Northern Territory.
The defeated peerless master suppressed Zhou Ziheng's spirit.
This time, such a master is here, he is Master Qin!
He can kill people by reaching for the stars, walk across the sky and slash the moon, hold divine punishment in his hand, and he is only eighteen years old. If he can be roped in to the Central Plains War Zone, then in the next hundred years there will be peerless masters in the Central Plains War Zone.
Liu Wanxiong was even looking forward to hearing that Master Qin was willing to come.
At this time, the convoy arrived, the helicopter landed, and an old man with short hair stepped out of the tank, followed by ten middle-aged and elderly men in their fifties to sixties.
They were all wearing military uniforms and had golden stars on their shoulders.
One star has six, two stars has four.
One of the three stars is the old man with short white hair.
It can be said that the stars are like clouds.
Seeing this lineup, Liu Wanxiong couldn't help but take a breath. At first, he just wanted Master Qin to be responsible for helping to train the sharp knife unit "Sharp Blade" of the Sharp Sword Special Forces Brigade.
Sharp blades are special forces among special forces, and each one is the king of soldiers among kings of soldiers.
But he didn't expect that after he handed the plan to the high command, the high command knew that there was such a master Qin, and they all came to his Jinling Army.
Even the old commander-in-chief came in person.
Liu Wanxiong hurriedly went up to greet him: "Old chief, why are you here?"
The white-haired old man sneered: "Liu Wanxiong, do you think I am too old to run away?"
Liu Wanxiong smiled awkwardly: "Don't dare."
The white-haired old man immediately asked: "Where is the young grandmaster? Is he here?"
The white-haired old man's name is Zhou Chuanqi. He was once Liu Nantian's first lieutenant. After Liu Nantian retired, he became his successor. Now he commands dozens of legions. Although his prestige is not as good as Liu Nantian's, he is not much weaker.
Liu Wanxiong said quickly: "Old chief, wait a moment, Master Qin will be here soon."
A tough middle-aged man of the same level as Liu Wanxiong couldn't help but frown: "Liu Wanxiong, I got news. You said that the young grandmaster is only eighteen years old, and his strength is as strong as that of the Northern Sword God Zhou Ziheng?"
"We and the old chief have all flown here from all over the world, you'd better not make us happy."
Liu Wanxiong recognized this middle-aged man. He was the leader of the Dongdu Army, and he also carried two stars on his shoulders. His name was Wang Chu. He had experienced training in the northern border when he was young and followed Zhou Ziheng, so he admired Zhou Ziheng.
Liu Wanxiong smiled and said: "Brother Wang Chu, I know you know Zhou Ziheng, but I can tell you clearly that the Master Qin I invited may not be as strong as Zhou Ziheng, but he is definitely a peerless master.
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"Zhou Ziheng entered the martial arts Huajin realm at the age of thirty and became a martial arts master. Master Qin entered the Huajing realm at the age of eighteen. He crossed the river with a reed, killed enemies with flying swords, picked up stars to kill people, stepped on the sky and cut the moon, and held the divine punishment in his hand.
To put it harshly, I don’t think he is weaker than Zhou Ziheng.”
Hearing this, everyone present took a deep breath, including the white-haired old man Zhou Chuanqi.
Zhou Chuanqi nodded slightly, showing a hint of arrogance that only existed when he was young: "Listening to what you said, I'm really looking forward to that young grandmaster. I hope I won't disappoint you too much."
Wang Chu also snorted: "Master Qin is an eighteen-year-old boy, and his hair has not even grown. How can he compare with Zhou Ziheng? Zhou Ziheng entered the realm of transformation at the age of thirty, and is now fifty. According to legend, he has already reached half of the divine realm.
The true number one in the martial arts world."
"When Master Qin comes, I have to compete with him to see if he is as strong as you said."
There was laughter all around.
Zhou Chuanqi also smiled slightly: "Whether it is a mule or a horse, you will know later when you pull it out and run around."
After a pause, Zhou Chuanqiu continued: "If that young grandmaster is as powerful as Liu Wanxiong, no, as long as he is half as capable as Zhou Ziheng, I will go to the old leader Liu Nantian and join forces with him.
The young grandmaster asked for orders from the military headquarters and appointed him as a junior general, allowing him to lead the 'Sharp Blade'."
hiss!
As soon as these words came out, all the generals present took a deep breath.
That Master Qin was only eighteen years old, and the commander-in-chief actually wanted to make him a junior general. That was a step to the top.
In ancient times, it was to confer a title of marquis and worship a prime minister.
To be granted the title of Marquis at the age of eighteen is such a great achievement, it has never happened since ancient times!