Mo Laishi was almost mad with anger. Having such an unreliable master was really a test of his heart's endurance.
Mo Laishi no longer wanted to pay any attention to Yun Qingzi. He strode forward with a furious look on his face, not even turning his head. He muttered indignantly, "I'm completely convinced by you! You should just rest here. I'm going back to China first!"
However, Yun Qingzi didn't seem to take Mo Laishi's anger to heart. Instead, he smiled and responded calmly, "Don't worry, someone will come to pick us up."
Hearing this, Mo Laishi couldn't help but stop abruptly, turned around quickly, and asked suspiciously, "Who?"
Yun Qingzi raised his chin and pointed to the distant sky.
Seeing this, Mo Laishi looked in the direction Yun Qingzi pointed.
Sure enough, they saw a military plane roaring towards them in the distant sky.
"Look, the people who are here to pick us up are here." Yun Qingzi raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a calm and composed smile.
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China-Myanmar border.
This place once witnessed the life-and-death duel between Wei Zhongtian and the tyrant. At this moment, Wei Zhongtian's figure appeared here again.
The only difference is that unlike the last time when he came alone, this time he was followed by the powerful force of an entire division!
"Report to General Wei, the enemy will arrive at the battlefield in about three hours." A communications soldier with communications equipment on his back and his face covered in dust hurriedly ran to Wei Zhongtian, saluted with a standard military salute, and reported loudly.
Wei Zhongtian nodded slightly, indicating that he already knew.
He was seen standing steadily on the endless border line, his posture as straight as a pine tree, his eyes firm and deep.
Looking into the distance, it seemed that there were clusters of thick, undispersible dark clouds in the distant sky, rolling towards this side like an overwhelming force.
That dark mass was like an extremely heavy mountain, weighing heavily on everyone's heart, making people feel an indescribable depression and suffocation, and even breathing became a little difficult.
After a moment of silence, Wei Zhongtian took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one, put it to his mouth, and lit it with a lighter.
As the flame flashed, the cigarette butt instantly lit up a little scarlet.
He took a deep breath, letting the smoke fill his entire mouth, and then slowly exhaled.
White smoke rose up and was soon blown away by the wind and disappeared into the air.
At this moment, Wei Zhongtian murmured to himself, "The world is about to change... This battle concerns the survival of the country and the prosperity of the nation. I only hope that God will bless our Chinese land and help us survive this crisis safely.
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