The piercing whistle echoed in the training ground of Base 4, where noisy shouts erupted. Thousands of energetic soldiers who had no way to vent their energy chanted "The Fourth Guards Regiment and the Fourth Team".

serial number.

The elite competition has ended.

The scene was very tragic.

Of the hundreds of soldiers who participated in the battle, half were subdued on the ground and the other half were wounded all over their bodies.

In the center of the 'battlefield', Yang Ming was sitting on the back of a strong man. There were several footprints on his white vest, and the sides of his military boots were covered with dark red bloodstains.

Not a drop of blood was his own.

"Are you convinced?"

Yang Ming lowered his head and asked.

The strong man under his butt struggled hard and roared unwillingly: "You fucking Yang Ming! I won't accept it!"

"Okay," Yang Ming jumped up, "I'll give you this chance."

The bruised and bruised man trembled and looked at Yang Ming like he was looking at a monster. His voice became much gentler: "I, I admit that I was a little loud just now. In fact, in a sense... I have already

Lost, Captain Yang Ming."

Yang Ming pouted and said, "I don't accept it. I don't believe you only have this little strength."

"No, no, no, I really only have this little strength...hiss."

The captain of the third team wanted to stand up, but he gasped in pain: "Why are you so cruel! Oh, call me a stretcher! I can't walk!"

Yang Ming shook his head in disappointment.

The group of soldiers and officers watching the excitement slowly dispersed with ruthless ridicule for the losers.

"gather!"

Yang Ming roared, and more than 160 members of the Fourth Brigade quickly lined up. All of them had bruises on their noses and faces, and injuries all over their bodies. Many of them were walking with a limp, and half of the members needed help from others.

But after they stood firm, they still stood tall and tall, with eyes full of fire.

Hundreds of soldiers rushed from the outside, carrying away the wounded and cleaning the battlefield.

"Starting today," Yang Ming's voice was still calm and calm, "the Fourth Guards Regiment only has one sharp knife brigade, which is us 004! We are all here, target the fourth team's infirmary, run... forget it, walk slowly forward."

A group of soldiers laughed loudly, supporting each other in twos and threes and walking to the infirmary.

Yang Ming glanced around, with a slight smile on his lips.

He likes the atmosphere here.

A thin, middle-aged officer strolled over from a short distance away.

This is Yang Ming's immediate boss, the captain of the Fourth Brigade of the Guards, with the rank of lieutenant colonel. He is a typical aristocratic officer who doesn't like to appear in front of Yang Ming and the soldiers.

After Yang Ming drank with him twice, they became "heart-to-heart" friends.

The Fourth Battalion of the 4th Guards Regiment has become famous recently. The lieutenant colonel is smiling all day long and rarely shows such a worried look like today.

"Captain Yang Ming!"

He shouted from a few meters away.

"Sir!"

Yang Ming gave a symbolic military salute and grinned: "Our soldiers are the bravest."

"Come on," the lieutenant colonel curled his lips, "I'm not one of those young boys who got excited by just a few words from you. The bravest one is you, Captain Yang Ming. They were just inspired by you to fight. That's it.

, I just received a message about..."

Yang Ming put his hands behind his back and said with a smile: "The defense and honor guard work of the Sherman Mission has been handed over to our Fourth Regiment?"

"How do you know? This is inside information!" The lieutenant colonel was full of astonishment.

Yang Ming shrugged: "I have my own information and connections, as you know, sir."

"That's right," the lieutenant colonel breathed a sigh of relief, "Since you already know, I won't say anything more. We will have a meeting tonight to discuss it. I will try my best to get a job as an honor guard. I only need to stand for a while."

"Thank you for your hard work, sir."

"Oh," the lieutenant colonel sighed, "I hope nothing unexpected happens."

The lieutenant colonel's words seemed to mean something.

Yang Ming nodded with a smile and continued to act stupid towards the lieutenant colonel.

After the lieutenant colonel left, Yang Ming went straight back to the locker room. The soldiers and low-ranking officers he met along the way would retreat and pay attention to show respect.

Yang Ming took off his clothes and took a shower under the shower in the corner.

Along with the sound of rushing water, Lu's voice finally came from the hidden earphones plugged into Yang Ming's ears.

"It's confirmed, boss, that the Third Prince arranged for the Fourth Guards Regiment to do security work for the mission through General Uli. They want to create some trouble for you, boss, so that you lose the chance of promotion."

General Uli?

Yang Ming grabbed the shower head and rinsed his neck, and several messages quickly passed through his heart.

The Royal Guard is divided into three main bodies - the Guards Regiment, the Supervision Regiment, and the Guard Regiment.

The Guards Regiment is responsible for security patrols inside the palace. A total of nine full-man regiments are deployed to be responsible for the security inside the palace.

The supervision group is mainly responsible for monitoring various situations inside and outside the palace, and occasionally dispatches to protect ministers. A total of three groups are deployed, and the deployment locations are relatively scattered.

The guard group is responsible for checkpoints and patrols outside the palace, and has a large number of people.

In addition, there is a quick reaction force that directly takes orders from the emperor, and is also classified as the royal guard. The number is unknown, and Law has not been able to find relevant information.

General Philemon, the confidant of the second prince Edwang, is in charge of the Supervisory Corps, and General Uli, the confidant of the third prince, is in charge of the Guards Corps.

"The third prince wants to fuck me now?"

Yang Ming was quite puzzled by this.

He hadn't even been able to improve his military rank, but had gained a reputation among the Guards as someone who could fight. He used Ritsu's information advantage to influence the generals' mentality a few times. How could he...

"Boss, we must respond in advance."

Lu's voice is very calm.

This just shows the seriousness of the situation.

"Boss, we must consider that the Sherman Empire is the suzerain of the Luofeng Empire. Any mistakes or flaws in front of the Sherman envoy will sting the nerves of the Luofeng Empire's senior officials.

"They are prepared to embarrass you, which is enough to kill your political future."

Yang Ming murmured: "Why are you so embarrassed?"

"General Wuli hasn't figured it out yet," Lu snorted, "We might as well spread the video of this Wuli and his bed partners on the Internet and take him down first."

Yang Ming smiled: "Analyze and see if there is any possibility of avoiding the opponent's attack."

"Boss, Wuli has already issued relevant military orders. There is no time to evade them."

Yang Ming couldn't help but fell silent.

He took the rusty showerhead and continued to rinse his clean body, the hesitation in his eyes gradually receding.

"I quite like life here."

Yang Ming shook his head and said in a weak voice: "Start Project Moth in advance, and the time is tomorrow night. I need to contact the emperor in advance to see if I can leave a good impression on him."

Lu reminded: "Forcibly changing the planned time will definitely leave some traces. And the boss has an appointment with Miss Windsor tomorrow night."

"The date has been rescheduled to tonight. This is business."

"Okay boss."

"Send the video of Uli and his bedmate to Adwang anonymously," Yang Ming reminded, "Remember to mosaic it. Our Second Highness is a pure middle-aged man and cannot tolerate dirty things."

Lu sneered, remembering some fun things.

…

When Yang Ming went on a date, he still wore military trousers and military boots, paired with an ordinary shirt.

Compared to Yang Ming's slightly casual attire, Miss Windsor dresses up carefully every time.

Just like tonight.

Windsor's silky long hair is spread over her smooth shoulders, and her sexy collarbone is like a flower bud, supporting her slender neck and her delicate but not gaudy face.

The two of them were talking about topics they had not finished talking about last time. Regarding interstellar navigation, Yang Ming just briefly talked about the dangers and skills of flying a spacecraft, and she listened very intently.

This was already their fifth date, and Yang Ming decided to achieve some substantial results tonight.

After dinner, the two of them took a brief walk on the pedestrian street.

Yang Ming put his hands in his trouser pockets and used his military boots to measure the size of the pedestrian street tiles.

Windsor, with her hands behind her back, her long shawl hair and a tube top skirt, attracted the attention of many passers-by.

Yang Ming looked at her long and slender legs and made sure she wasn't wearing high heels, then asked with a smile: "Do you have to bring so many bodyguards with you every time you go out?"
To be continued...