The dark crowd walked towards the landing point of the helicopter.
Everyone has different expressions and different thoughts.
Some people don't want General Long Fei to be on the helicopter, such as Wu Tong, and those military students who don't want Han Dong to be better than themselves, or even much better.
But Han Dong wanted to see General Long Fei.
Publicly and privately, he wanted to see this legendary God of War.
Even deep down in his heart, Han Dong was in a daze and had some doubts.
Is my brother-in-law a fool?
For no reason, he dared to forge General Zhang’s personal recommendation letter?
And take it out in a grand manner?
Even if he and General Zhang were really as close as brothers, he might not have the courage, right?
Although not many people in the world have seen General Zhang, can his handwriting and official seal be forged?
Is it difficult to tell authenticity?
Han Dong followed the troops towards the landing point of the helicopter, but couldn't help but look back and glance at his brother-in-law who was standing there smoking.
He didn't seem to want to join in the fun.
Or maybe he was so familiar with Long Fei that he was 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 the brother-in-law believed that Long Fei would cover for him and prove that this personal recommendation letter was handwritten by General Zhang and the official seal was also authentic?
Is that all?
Or does the brother-in-law have a bigger and stronger trump card?
Han Dong had a very lively mind, but he couldn't get the point.
The plane landed, kicking up a layer of dust.
Marshal Long Fei, who had worn an inner layer, walked calmly off the plane.
Behind him were several Beimang elites.
They are all uniform and uniform, and they are all Beimang's special military uniforms.
Very handsome, cool and full of aura.
His whole body exuded a looming aura of overwhelming strength.
Everyone's eyes lit up when they saw this short young marshal from Beimang.
Even Wu Tong looked at Long Fei with eyes full of awe.
This General Long Fei is the legendary God of War who stands at the top of the Chinese military, a living myth.
He was General Zhang's most trusted right-hand man and his most trusted confidant when he was still alive.
According to rumors in Beimang, General Zhang always took Long Fei with him whether he was eating or drinking, and he was closer than a real brother.
Bang bang bang!
"salute!"
In the dark playground, all the military students and even the soldiers in the discipline group stamped their feet and saluted this military legend.
His eyes were filled with awe and his face was filled with admiration.
The old principal Li Peigong is no exception.
In peacetime, General Zhang and Marshal Long Fei were born. What an amazing miracle is this?
No one can doubt their greatness.
No one will question their terrifying strength.
Long Fei responded with a military salute as usual, and his eyes quickly focused on Han Dong.
He strode forward with a mellow and steady voice: "Are you Han Dong, who ranks first in Binhai Academy's college entrance examination every year? General Zhang personally writes a letter of recommendation?"
this…
Han Dong twitched the corner of his mouth.
He was embarrassed to admit it...
It's so shameless to boast of your talent in front of Marshal Long Fei.
Moreover, he knew full well that the letter of recommendation was not written by General Zhang, but forged by his brother-in-law.
Let him admit it in public, he feels guilty and a little shy...
"You have a good build, and you are quite tall." Long Fei looked at Han Dong with envy, and without waiting for the silly boy's answer, he just hit him on the chest. "I'll give you one day to meet the people you should meet.
Finished, get your luggage ready and take my special plane back to Beimang early tomorrow morning."
As soon as this statement came out, the whole place was in an uproar.
Long Fei, the legendary marshal of Beimang, wanted to personally pick up Han Dong and go to Beimang?
Moreover, he was taking Marshal Beimang’s special plane?
Moreover, he also beat Han Dong's chest.
Why didn't he let me take a special plane?
Why don't you hit my chest?
Why don't you compliment me on my great physique and my height?
I'm taller than Han Dong! I'm even stronger!
The overwhelming jealousy has turned countless military students beyond recognition.
Min Jianghan, who was standing in the corner, was dumbfounded and his pupils shrank.
Marshal Long Fei didn't even read his handwritten letter of recommendation. He knew about this matter as soon as he got off the plane. This can only prove one point - General Zhang mentioned this matter and this person to Marshal Long Fei before his death.
If this person goes to Beimang, will he not be specially cultivated, or even led by Marshal Long Fei himself?
The future is bright - God.
But hearing what Marshal Long Fei said, Han Dong was confused.
The discipline team is still investigating me?
Can I go to Beimang like this?
"General Long, over there with the discipline team——"
"I heard." Long Fei waved his hands lightly and said calmly. "What does the discipline team want to investigate? Go to Beimang to talk to the corresponding unit. Their level is not qualified to talk to me."
When Han Dong heard this, his blood boiled and his body even trembled.
Is this the domineering spirit of Marshal Beimang?
Not even qualified to talk!
"General Long——"
Wu Tong frowned and stepped forward.
Although Long Fei was telling the truth, given their level, they were indeed not qualified to discuss such a small issue with the leader of Beimang.
But with the obviously forged recommendation letter in his hand, he had to implement the problem.
Even if General Zhang did write a letter of recommendation, it would definitely not be this one!
Damn it, it looks like it was just written, and the official seal was also just stamped!
Do you really think I have cataracts? Cross-eyed?
"Isn't what I just said clear enough?" Long Fei interrupted the nonsense Wu Tong was about to say and said calmly. "If you have any problems, go talk to my subordinates."
Wu Tong's expression froze, but he said bravely: "I suspect that someone forged General Zhang's personal recommendation letter or even forged General Zhang's official seal. This is a great insult to Beimang's reputation..."
"Oh? Is there such a thing?" Long Fei raised his eyebrows. "Where is the letter of recommendation? Show it to me."
Wu Tong immediately presented it with both hands.
Long Fei opened the letter of recommendation and glanced at it, his eyes darkened: "His handwriting is wild and his pen is erratic. Apart from General Zhang, I can't think of another person who has such writing power."
However, my fingertips rubbed a little red on my hand because I pinched the official seal area.
"But this official seal is still a little faded. It looks like it has just been stamped..." Wu Tong said hesitantly.
He had no pressure to talk to Han Dong.
But facing the powerful Beimang Marshal, Wu Tong had to pretend to be a grandson.
He had outstanding achievements and commanded 300,000 Beimang troops.
Provoke him?
Those crazy people in Beimang have never been vegetarian...
"As soon as I got off the plane, I felt wet and sticky all over my body." Long Fei said intently. "Has the tide returned seriously in Binhai in the past few days?"
"Drop some color, I think it makes sense."
Wu Tongren was dumbfounded.
How come this rhetoric is exactly the same as that of Han Dong’s brother-in-law who came to visit him?
Did they work together?
Or a fucking conspiracy?
But even if he really confessed...
Marshal Long Fei said it was true, but Wu Tong did not dare to say it was false.
"Do you have any more questions?" Long Fei raised his eyes and glanced at Wu Tong with a burning gaze.
"No - no." Wu Tong was sweating profusely.
"Then why are you stopping me?" Long Fei pushed Wu Tong aside savagely and said with contempt. "Do you think I came to Binhai in my busy schedule to help you verify the authenticity of this recommendation letter?
"
"I'm here to see my brother."
Long Fei's eyes fell on Zhang Ruoyu, who was squatting aside and smoking after being tired from standing.
The eyes of the Beimang elites behind him also looked at Zhang Ruoyu with great passion.
