Galland, a satellite city of Milan Star in the Principality of Lane.

This immigrant city, built on an asteroid, has now become an important logistical base for the front lines of the Milan asteroid.

The asteroid has scarce resources and a population of less than 30,000, and it does not have the capacity to provide logistical support. However, due to its important location, Galilean has become an important transportation hub.

Many personnel and supplies transported from the rear of Lane to the front lines in Milan would use Galicia as an intermediate stop, with warships anchoring and resting in Galicia airspace before setting off again.

The third-year students of Lane Military Academy went to Caledonia in batches to observe and learn, and the F Training Camp was the last group of military academy students to arrive here for a visit.

The trainees of Class 1, Grade 3 of Training Camp F stepped off the transport ship and immediately felt the atmosphere of war.

The spaceport was filled with Ryan soldiers in military uniforms hurrying around, and guards in black uniforms with silver trim were on guard at the entrance of the port hall.

The students of Class 1, Grade 3 looked at the imposing guards with envy as they lined up and followed the college instructors briskly toward the special inspection-free passage for college students.

After entering the passage, the automatic floor immediately moved the trainees forward. The glass above the passage was completely transparent, through which they could see the fleet anchored in space in the distance.

"That's the Fourth Space Fleet of the Ryan Nation Army, which is resting and regrouping," the academy instructor explained to the students. "They are all heroes. They suffered heavy losses when the Fas Khan Army invaded Ryan, but they still covered the civilians' retreat to Milan Star."

"After the Fourth Space Fleet integrated with the local fleet on Milan Star, they fought together against the invasion of the Fas Khan Army. After the Second and Third Space Fleets arrived, they were replaced and rested in Galilean, waiting in place."

The trainees stared wide-eyed at the warships in space, feeling as if their necks were about to break.

The Fourth Space Fleet? Isn't that the fleet Wang Desheng is in?

Zhang Fan looked at the cruisers in the distant starry sky. The ships all had varying degrees of damage, and the berthing indicator lights were flashing red, green and blue. The soldiers on the warships had disembarked and were resting in Caledonia. The warships needed to wait to enter the port for repairs.

In Zhang Fan's view, the entire observation and learning activity was like the academy's instructors leading a group of children on a day trip to Galilean. In the morning, they visited various military facilities and watched a documentary about the defense of Milan Star. In the afternoon, they listened to some Ryan soldiers who had returned from the front lines share their personal experiences, exchanged experiences, and answered some questions from the trainees.

This is practically a Boy Scout summer camp! Anyway, Zhang Fan wasn't interested and had already applied to Erwin for special permission to leave the group and do his own thing today.

Where should we look for the "White Tiger Gang"?

Although Galilan is just a small satellite city for immigrants, it still has a population of 30,000. With the addition of Ryan soldiers who are temporarily stationed or resting, the population would double, making it difficult to find a large group of about a hundred people.

But this didn't stump Zhang Fan. Ryan's soldiers all had a bad habit: whenever they rested, they liked to go to bars. There weren't many bars in this small town of 30,000 people; he could find them by searching one by one.

All bars in Lane have rules prohibiting minors and students from entering. After all, bars are places where trouble can easily arise, especially now that it is wartime. To prevent enemy infiltration, bars in Galilean are under stricter management, and real-name authentication is required to enter.

Beep—

Teacher's card.

A teacher at Ryan Military Academy? A second lieutenant?

The security guards at the entrance of the "Red Rose" bar stared wide-eyed.

The young man in front of me was too young; he didn't look like a military academy instructor at all, especially since he was a second lieutenant.

However, since the appearance was correct and the fingerprint authentication matched, the security guards could only let them pass with suspicion.

It's wartime now, and many of the Ryan soldiers who come to the bar have returned from the front lines in Milan. They're all somewhat gunpowder-scented, and none of them are easy to talk to. As long as they've done their duty, the security guards don't want to meddle.

The bar was noisy. Zhang Fan found a corner to sit down, ordered a cocktail, and began to observe the people around him.

At a table on the right side of the center of the bar, four rough-looking men were playing dice and drinking with a middle-aged woman.

"Three sixes!"

"Six sixes!"

"I'll drive you!"

"drink!"

This woman was about thirty years old and had an exceptionally voluptuous figure. She was wearing a military green fitted T-shirt and camouflage pants. She had one foot on a bar chair, and one sleeve of her T-shirt was pulled down to reveal most of her shoulder. Her arms were well-defined, and she was shaking dice with one hand, looking very domineering.

The reason we call her "Big Sister" is because she's really, really huge; when she shakes, it's dazzling...

I meant rolling the dice!

She had already drunk three of the four men at the table under the table.

Zhang Fan quickly averted his gaze from the two large dice, lowered his head, and listened intently to the conversations of the people around him.

"Hey, have you heard? That 'White Tiger Regiment' is getting its designation revoked..."

Zhang Fan immediately perked up his ears; even the sound of the older woman shaking the dice seemed to have quieted down a bit.

"Serves them right! They disobeyed military orders and caused the death of my uncle. They deserve to die!"

The speakers were a group of more than ten young men in their early twenties sitting at a booth. Although they were also wearing military uniforms, their faces did not have the bloody look that soldiers who had been on the battlefield should have. They were probably new recruits who had just joined the army. However, judging from their shoulder insignia, their ranks were not low. Each of them also had a hostess sitting next to them.

"Young Master Jia, oh no, Lieutenant Jia!" A scantily clad bar hostess giggled as she offered a toast. "I heard you're going to the Milan front? Best of luck in your military campaign!"

"Hahaha!" The young master Jia, known as the lieutenant, laughed heartily, downing his drink in one gulp. He then pinched the peach-shaped buttocks of the hostess. "Once I return from the front lines, I'll be a captain. You'll be in for a surprise then! Hehehe..."

"Ugh, how annoying."

The hostess kept saying no, but she snuggled into Young Master Jia's arms, making him laugh heartily and stuff a lot of gold coins into her chest.

It seems that everyone at this table is a wealthy aristocratic young man.

"When is Lieutenant Jia leaving?"

"The Fourth Space Fleet is resting here; that's where we're going to report for duty."

"Wow! I heard the Fourth Space Fleet is full of heroes!" the other hostesses exclaimed with admiration. "If you join them, you'll be heroes too, right? That's amazing!"

The hostesses got excited and gave each other kisses, making the young noblemen even more spirited.

“Except for that ‘White Tiger Regiment’,” some noblemen gritted their teeth, “not only did they disobey military orders, but they also caused the deaths of many people.”

"Why?" some of the hostesses asked curiously.

"Look at our table, which family doesn't have a grudge against the White Tiger Gang?" Young Master Jia's gaze turned icy. "Especially that captain of the White Tiger Gang, not only is he a coward, but he also betrayed us on the battlefield, killing his superior and defecting to the enemy to claim credit, damn it!"

"Are they really that bad?" the hostesses chimed in, continuing to urge the guests to drink.

"They're rotten to the core!" Young Master Jia exhaled a mouthful of rage. "A bunch of cowards! What goes around comes around. Half of them are dead, and their captain deserted and is still missing."

"Serves him right!" a nobleman at one of the tables cursed through gritted teeth.

"The White Tiger Gang should be renamed the Sick Cat Gang!"

"It harms both others and yourself!"

"Rubbish!"

The older woman who was shaking the dice had stopped at some point, her gaze fixed quietly on the wine bottle on the table, the dice cup twisted into a pretzel with one hand.

The three rough men who had been lying drunk on the table all raised their faces, their eyes clear, showing no signs of being drunk.

"If a soldier gets into a fight in a bar, the lightest punishment is solitary confinement."

“These kids are all from powerful backgrounds; being discharged from the military is the least of their worries.”

"So, are we still going to do it or not?"

"Dry!"

The eldest sister and the four burly men all stood up, turned around, and prepared to show off first: "I..."

"I'll fuck your mother!"

Suddenly, a young man leaped out from the side, jumped into the group of noblemen, picked up a wine bottle from the table, and started hitting them on the head!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Ahhh—"

Several noblemen were immediately bleeding from their heads, screaming in agony. Glass shattered on the floor, and the hostesses screamed. The private booths were in complete chaos.

The young man held down the young master Jia and started hitting him repeatedly.

"You son of a bitch, born of a father but raised by no mother! Let me teach you why flowers are so red!"

The eldest sister and four rough men stood by, dumbfounded.

This young man was incredibly fierce, taking on ten men single-handedly, like a tiger among sheep. He beat the previously arrogant young noblemen until they were crying for their parents and running away in terror. They even wanted to step in and break up the fight.

What's going on here?

My own White Tiger Clan hasn't even made a move yet!

Young man, don't get so angry...