Although this is only a team of 12 people, they march with a sonorous step and are very powerful.
Walking on this concrete floor feels like thousands of troops stepping on it, which is extremely shocking.
This is the temperament of a soldier.
Full of passionate power.
The cabin door of the Chinese Red Flag aircraft is open.
Teams enter in order.
Ye Xiaobai was the last one to get on the plane.
Standing at the door of the cabin.
Ye Xiaobai looked at Ma Zhaolong and Xu Wenlong waving below, without saying a word. He just saluted another military salute, then resolutely turned around and entered the aircraft cabin. The door of the cabin slowly closed.
Looking at Ye Xiaobai's back, the expression on his face before leaving.
Ma Zhaolong was extremely happy. It seemed that this unruly young man, who only knew how to pick up girls and play in the world, but had a promising future, began to walk step by step towards the path that a man should take.
When a man lives, he must stand upright.
As long as a man is alive, he should have great responsibilities, and only then can he demonstrate his manly behavior.
Of course Ma Zhaolong hopes to cultivate Ye Xiaobai into a legendary figure who will go down in history and contribute to the country.
Instead of being a wanderer, wasting all his skills.
Next, the plane began to take off. After taxiing, it soared into the sky and headed northwest, which was the direction to the African continent, the country of Budela.
Ma Zhaolong immediately faced the tail of the aircraft that gradually turned into a small black dot in the sky, with a serious look on his face, and returned a military salute. Of course, Xu Wenlong on the side also followed suit and gave a salute.
"I wish you all the best!"
This was the blessing in the hearts of Ma Zhaolong and Xu Wenlong. They did not say it out loud, but only expressed it in their eyes.
The plane flies thousands of miles high in the sky.
Inside the cabin.
"In this line of work, I think everyone should understand that our goal is to destroy the reserve training base of the Wasp Mercenary Group in Budela. Although they are only training bases, their armed strength is no small matter. Therefore, they are full of
Danger and challenge, of course I hope that everyone can return safely, but God is not as good as man. When you go to the battlefield and fight with your own strength and judgment, it is difficult to control your destiny. So, I need you now.
Write me a letter home."
Ye Xiaobai then took out paper and pen and handed out one copy to each of them.
The last time, during the fighting in the Hua, Myanmar, and Thailand areas, Ye Xiaobai was trembling with fear after leading his team back. If someone died, not even a letter from home would be left, which would be a pity for the family of the deceased.
So, this time, Ye Xiaobai upgraded his actions.
As the twelve special forces members who survived the battlefield of life and death, they did not show any timidity because of writing this letter home.
But each one is written carefully.
A look of heroism that looked back upon death surged out.
Xu Rong took the pen and started writing, but she couldn't help but blush a little in the process.
But this scene happened to be caught in Ye Xiaobai's eyes.
What is this girl writing? A letter from home is a very serious matter, and she actually blushed when she wrote it...
What on earth did she write?
Ye Xiaobai was curious.
But on the surface, his face was indifferent, as if he didn't notice anything.
In less than an hour, after everyone checked, they put the family letters into envelopes, sealed them, and handed them to Ye Xiaobai.
"By the way, Instructor Ye, don't you write a letter home?"
Xu Rong asked.
"Me? This has been written a long time ago."
Ye Xiaobai said guiltily, in fact, he wrote a letter from Mao's family. For him, a highly skilled person is bold, and he will definitely not die in this action! If he deals with mercenaries, he will be killed.
That's bullshit.
What's more, Ye Xiaobai now has certain military qualities and can coordinate the overall situation. In this way, bringing twelve special operations teams trained by himself and a reserve base of several hundred people to wipe them out is nothing at all.
Difficult matter.
In fact, in his mind, the chance of someone being killed this time was very low. He wrote this family letter just in case. After all, Ye Xiaobai is a human being, not a god. How can he dare to do so?
I am 100% certain that the future situation will be exactly as I imagined. As the saying goes, there are unpredictable circumstances.
oh!
Xu Rong nodded, not doubting that he was there.
"After you get off the plane, I will ask the embassy of our country in Budela to keep your letter from home."
Ye Xiaobai had no intention of peeking, and immediately stuffed the twelve family letters into his bag.
For this battle in Africa, the eyes of the members of the special operations team are full of expectations. Soldiers are born to fight.
They were originally special forces before. After retiring, they were ordered to work as local special police. They usually had little to do. They occasionally caught a few rapists and robbers, which was actually very boring.
They are eager to go to war again...
At this time, with this opportunity, my heart is full of enthusiasm, it is simply impossible, and there will be reason to retreat.
Twelve hours of flight.
The plane finally arrived over the country of Budela.
This is a country with a very small land area, which is the size of a province in China.
In the world, hundreds of countries in Africa are like this. They almost exist in the form of tribes, and almost all of them are very backward places.
Therefore, this place is constantly war-torn, very chaotic, and full of crises. It can be said that you could be kidnapped by illegal armed elements at any time.
He would even be caught and forcibly married to a black girl princess...
In short, this land is full of legends and all kinds of stories happen.
Many migrant workers in China have married several black girls here as their wives. That means one person can enjoy the blessings of everyone. Anyway, this is not a monogamous system.
Qazi City.
It is the capital of Budela.
The plane from China slowly landed at Budela Capital International Airport.
It is said to be an international airport, but it is actually a small airport. In China, if it is said to be an international airport, it would be a joke.
The moment they stepped out of the cabin, the feeling they felt for Ye Xiaobai, Xu Rong and other special forces members was one word: hot.
And Guishou's eyes were even more intense.
He was originally imprisoned on this African soil. If it were not for Instructor Ye, he would still be working as a miner for others even if he was not dead. He was helpless and miserable.
He was once imprisoned.
I came here this time to fight on the battlefield.
In Ghost Hand's eyes, fighting spirit surged.
He hated the Wasp mercenary group with all his heart. If it weren't for them, how could he have had such a gloomy life.
"Hello, I am the ambassador to Budela, Chen Jinsheng."
A middle-aged man with an oriental face wearing gold-rimmed glasses came over.
"Hello, I am Ye Xiaobai, the leader of the Chinese Assistance Group."
Ye Xiaobai stretched out his hand. In the entire special team, only Ye Xiaobai was wearing a white coat, resembling a doctor, and the rest were all soldier uniforms.
Because this visit to Budela was to provide medical assistance on behalf of China, so it was called an aid mission.
This is the requirement of Budela Country, and only after this requirement is met, the officials here will give them the opportunity to suppress the bandits.
As for the other members, they don't need to wear white coats and can wear warrior uniforms. That's because their identities are Dr. Ye's bodyguards.
"Hello, I am the Foreign Minister of Budela, Korif."
A thin African man stretched out his black claws towards Ye Xiaobai.
"Hello, my name is Ye Xiaobai."
Ye Xiaobai also extended his hand and shook it in a friendly manner. He was not trying to pick up girls, so naturally he would not dislike them. People are dark and have different skin colors. They are all human beings and there is no need to discriminate.
"Doctor Ye, please come here quickly. Our king has prepared a banquet and is waiting for you to sit down."
Koriff said enthusiastically.
Especially when he saw that the trucks here were loading medical supplies unloaded from the plane, he felt even more happy. Chinese people are so interesting! It seems that it will take at least five trucks to load them all.
At this time, the African compatriots in Budela country can breathe a sigh of relief. After all, the weather here is hot, the resources are limited, and medicine is scarce. It is strange that Korif is unhappy about receiving such a large amount of assistance.
"OK!"
Ye Xiaobai nodded.
Soon, Ye Xiaobai and a group of soldiers arrived at the palace of Budela Kingdom.
Although this place is poor, I have to say that the place where their top leader lives is still very nice and impressive.
At the banquet, both parties drank and talked happily.
At this time, King Budela raised his wine glass and said to Ye Xiaobai, "Thank you for China's kindness. Doctor Ye, come here, let me toast you."
Ye Xiaobai raised his wine glass and said, "You're welcome. We in China have made friends all over the world, love peace, and seek common development. Being able to form a brotherly relationship with your country is what we most want to see."
"Haha, well said. Cheers." King Budela said with a smile.
At this time, a black man next to King Budela also raised his glass and said, "Dr. Ye, I have always heard that Chinese medical skills have a long history and are profound and profound. Is this true?"
"Of course."
Ye Xiaobai nodded. Although his medical skills came from the Ye family, in a sense, isn't the Ye family's medical skills also the school of Chinese traditional medicine? They are all the crystallization of thousands of years of Chinese national accumulation.
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As a Chinese, Ye Xiaobai is proud of this.
"Haha, Dr. Ye, you are really immodest, but I once studied medicine in the West, but I heard from my Western medicine teachers that Chinese traditional medicine is just a lie."
The African man laughed.
As the king's royal doctor, and having studied Western medicine in North America for more than ten years, he was quite proud. Due to the country's economic reasons, he had not really had any contact with traditional Chinese medicine, so when he saw Ye Xiaobai's complacency, he felt proud.
I couldn't help but feel a little bit dissatisfied.
Ye Xiaobai narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at the black man, and said quarrelsomely, "You also said that you listened to your teacher. I think your teacher is just farting."