>>The fifth brother, Xiao Ye, is said to have just been promoted to the youngest general in the empire.
Thinking about this, Xiao Jing couldn't help but scratch his head. It seemed that the vast Xiao family was the worst. After three years of military service, he was still just a lowly lieutenant.
Put down the white paper, and just lie down on the wooden plank bed like this.
The room was too dimly lit, the moon casting a silent glow upon the floor. This was Ganar's border town, three thousand miles from the Imperial Capital, and also the border where his mother had secretly sent him through an intermediary. Both mother and son understood each other implicitly, their only goal: to remain undetected as anything other than a male heir of the Xiao clan, even if branded as a waste.
When the night is deep and all are silent...
The next day, hurried footsteps echoed down the hallway, approaching from afar. Then, without hesitation, a knock sounded on the door of the last room.
Xiao Jing dazedly opened her eyes, suddenly being jolted awake. Her brain felt momentarily blank.
"Lieutenant, they're here! Have you gotten up yet?" the newcomer cried urgently.
Xiao Jing almost instinctively climbed out of bed, grabbing the locked door as if she were swallowing it whole and pulling on her clothes.
"Creak." The door opened from the inside.
A soldier outside saw Xiao Jing open the door and after a light sigh, continued: "We just received an urgent telegram. Two hours later, a superior officer will be sent by the headquarters."
Xiao Jing couldn't help but furrow her brow. "Because of what?"
"I heard it's someone from the special forces."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Jing's face grew even darker. In this forsaken border town, there were only wastrels from prominent families who lived off their family wealth. These superiors actually dared to dream of finding talent among a group of rich kids who couldn't even afford to feed themselves?
"Lieutenant, the Captain wants you to go there immediately. It seems like the people they sent are quite important."
Xiao Jing nodded slightly and followed the corridor downstairs.
The morning light was somewhat harsh. As Xiao Jing stepped out of her dormitory, a jeep came speeding towards her without even slowing down.
A jeep screeched to a halt just one step away from Xiao Jing.
"What's going on here?" A soldier roused from his daze and ran over, glaring angrily at the jeep that was trying to run wild in their camp.
On the vehicle, a man stepped down, holding a pen and looking straight ahead, he said: “I am Mu Xi Chi from SS501 Military Region Regular Camp School. Before we came here, we have contacted Captain Lian Qing of your camp.”
Xiaojun saw the two bars and one star shining on the other's shoulder straps, he excitedly stood at attention, performed a military salute, and said in a clear and powerful voice: "Yes, sir."
Mu Xi迟 glanced at Xiao Jing, who was unusually quiet. She retracted the disapproving expression on her face and waved a hand in front of him. "Are you dumbfounded?"
Xiao Jing came back to her senses and noticed the man's gaze. She quickly said, "Captain, I am Deputy Captain Xiao Jing."
"Where's your captain?" Mu Xi looked around. The surroundings were quiet, the morning had long passed, and there was not a single sound.
Xiao Jing tugged at Xiao Jun's sleeve beside her and whispered, "Where is the captain?"
Xiaojun controlled his volume, whispering: "I'm knocking on each door. These young masters are used to sleeping until noon. They definitely won't get up before 12 pm."
Xiao Jing cast a glance at the smiling faces of these students from prestigious schools. Her heart was conflicted, wondering if they really intended to find one or two potential "Phoenix eggs" among this group of second and third-generation heirs to nurture back to life.
Mu Xi chi looked at her watch and said to the soldiers behind her: "Sound the air raid alarm."
The little soldier didn't dare to delay and pulled the alarm at the fastest speed.
Suddenly, a deafening and piercing alarm echoed throughout the entire camp.
The soldiers, who were dressing sluggishly, heard the sound and scrambled out of their barracks one by one, some even forgetting to zip up their trousers in their haste, landing face-first in a heap.
The camp commander was Lian Qing, currently holding the rank of company deputy. Hearing the air raid siren blare, he was the first to rush onto the square.
"What's going on? Who pulled the alarm?" someone rushed into the scene hurriedly.
"Quiet." Lian Qing noticed the stranger not far away, knowing he was the important person reported by his superiors.
Mu Xi Chi seemed to be talking to someone in the car. It wasn't hard to tell that the mysterious, elusive bigwig was probably still inside.
Having received a positive response, Mu Xi nodded slightly and cast his gaze back onto the demoralized ranks of soldiers. "I'm here for one purpose only," he stated. "The Iron Eagle Special Forces under S-Team are currently recruiting new members. Does anyone dare to volunteer?"
The vast square was deathly silent.
Xiao Jing stood at the forefront of the line, muttering to herself: "Among this group of mountain maidens, to be chosen as Phoenix... well, it's still better than a dull, ordinary one."
Well, well, just like an adult, as long as you're happy.
"It seems no one dares to speak up." Mu Xi chi looked at Lian Qing, the captain in front, "I'm very disappointed in you."
Having said that, he raised his thumb toward everyone and then slowly moved it downwards until his thumb pointed at the ground.
Insult, absolute insult, utter insult.
Li Qingru's voice was crisp and clear, sounding as if she was speaking into a microphone. She stood rigidly straight and replied with an explosive intensity: "Serve the people, dedicate ourselves wholeheartedly, everyone charge forward, ten obstacles!"
As Lian Qing’s voice fell, a group of passionate young people surged forward, scaling walls, crawling through nets, shimmying over poles, and leaping over mud pits.
Everyone was excited because they could finally complete the ten obstacles all at once.
Xiao Jing was the third to finish, standing upright and straight in the line. Although she finished quickly, the quality of her finishing...
Well, well, happy is good.
Mu Xi saw a group of soldiers who were still scattered and defeated, yet brimming with righteous anger. She couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. Was the higher-up really determined to have them choose someone from this bunch of recruits for their Iron Eagle unit?
He felt a growing headache, and with this group of people, he hated that he couldn't just crush their bones with his bare hands, make them understand their own insignificance.
Damn, coming here to pick people is just plain pointless.
"Boom!" The jeep lurched slightly, and a man stepped out. He wore military boots, a military cap, and a cloak, exuding an aura of danger that kept people at bay.
Xiao Jing stared dumbfounded at the figure striding towards them. She looked up at the scorching sun overhead. On this sweltering day, this person had wrapped themselves up like a zongzi. Was it to prove with their shining attire that they were the last adult to arrive?
Mu Xi chi belatedly saw the arrival, hastily stood straight, performed a military salute, and said: "Captain, there is no suitable one."
The man wore sunglasses, the lenses tinted so darkly that one could not see his eyes. But everyone could feel the powerful aura he brought with him. Though he was dressed warmly, the first impression he gave was of coldness, like a sudden blizzard in the middle of winter, a chill that made your teeth ache.
"You, you, you, and you, the four of you, do it again." The man, wearing very special gloves, pointed at each of them one by one, his voice cold.
Xiao Jing stared in surprise at the other person, for no other reason than that he had said her name.
My fist clenched involuntarily, a bead of sweat trickling down my forehead.
"You are Xiao Jing!" the man exclaimed.
Xiao Jing stiffened, not expecting this stranger to know.
"Yes."
"What?" Xiao Jing almost blurted out.
"You're hot," the man's gloved hand hovered over her forehead.
Xiao Jing unconsciously took a step back, her eyes wide with unwavering gaze fixed on the man before her. Whether it was his wife's radiance or the genuine heat radiating from him, she felt beads of sweat trickling down her skin, drenching her shirt.
Mu Xi chi glanced over the assembled soldiers, letting out a cold snort. "A useless lot. Wasting our time," she said to the captain. "Are you still watching?"
"Although we're not special forces, we're soldiers with backbone. Brothers, strap in and let's get this done properly."
With a surge of enthusiasm, the soldiers one after another threw down their uniforms and charged out with all their might.
Alone, Xiao Jing stood on the stage, motionless.
One can conceal one's abilities and pretend to be useless, but the big boss wouldn't fall for such a cheap trick. This thing in front of us is clearly not what it seems.
What to do? In a group of burly men, not conforming stands out, but conforming makes you even more suspicious.
The man's eyes flickered between Xiao Jing, who was sitting helplessly.
Lien, following his gaze, quickened her pace and approached him, frowning. "Why don't you accept it?"
"I'm not hot," Xiao Jing explained with a smirk.
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