Please pull the trigger for this world one more time.

Han Dafu has become arrogant lately.

He was the first person to be able to board a live parachute after the highest altitude acclimatization training.

The moment she floated down from the platform, she felt she had evolved, from a hamster into a flying squirrel.

Then one night while sleeping, he naturally broke through to the intermediate-level martial apprentice level—successfully evolving into a rat spirit.

The bed frame cracked, and so did Mo Zian's—couldn't people just get a peaceful night's sleep? What's wrong with both of them? The high platform during the day was already torture enough!

I, I'm definitely not afraid of heights...

Enraged, Mo Zian pulled the blanket over his head and roared out the soul-searching question in his mind.

......

"Is this the Army Officer School?"

Inside the vice principal's office, the elderly Chen Zhiming took a sip of tea. "The army doesn't have a parachute training course, does it?"

Sitting opposite the old man, Shen Yi took a deep breath and carefully chose his words before speaking, "General, I just feel that as the empire's most elite reserve officers, there cannot be any gaps in our skills."

"Hmm, that makes sense, well said."

The old man nodded in a seemingly serious manner. "Look, Nephew Shen, there's no need to be so reserved. It's late at night and there are no outsiders here. Your father and I were brothers who fought side by side in the same trench back then. Don't be shy, have some tea, this is the finest Da Hong Pao."

"Yes, General Chen." Shen Yi took a sip and put the covered bowl back on the coffee table.

"Oh, look at my brain! People around here drink green tea all the time. Oh dear... I'm getting old and my brain isn't working as well anymore. I'll have someone get you a new cup. You've had a long day, you need something refreshing..."

"Um, Uncle Chen... no need to trouble yourself. The black tea is fine, it warms the stomach. When I'm on a mission, I often don't eat properly, a cup of black tea is very comforting."

"Okay, there's a thermos over there, help yourself."

"Yes... Uncle Chen, is there something important that you summoned me here so late at night?"

"Oh dear, I forgot about it when I got distracted," the old man patted his forehead. "It wasn't anything important, we were just chatting. I'm getting old, so I'll just say whatever comes to mind... Um, we were just talking about training exercises, learning parachuting, I'm afraid it's too late, isn't it?"

"Uncle Chen, please rest assured, I guarantee I will complete the mission," Shen Yi said with certainty.

"Objectively speaking, time doesn't allow it," the old man said calmly. "I've looked at your training plan; there are quite a few subjects to learn later, such as armed swimming and basic bunker digging..."

For the army, either of these is more useful than parachuting. I think we should stop with parachuting here; the basics have been laid.

The old man glanced at his watch and said, "It's getting late, Nephew Shen, you should go back and rest. I feel bad for keeping an old man like me company so late at night."

Shen Yi's hand, which was reaching for the teacup, froze for a moment. He sat firmly in the chair, not moving an inch.

"This is what I think: Although the aircrew belongs to the air force, its function is land warfare, so there is no reason to turn away the talents of the capital's military academy. Moreover, my father has always valued you highly, so he also attaches great importance to the students under your command."

The old man, Chen Zhiming, raised his eyelids and said, "Oh? Then I thank your father for his kindness. However, my bunch of good-for-nothing kids are still no match for you, Nephew Shen. One battle, two Imperial Silver Dragon Medals—not many heads are worthy of that."

Shen Yi straightened up and solemnly replied, "Uncle Chen, you flatter me. Compared with my comrades and seniors in the army, my achievements are nothing to boast about. Besides, I was just fulfilling my duty as a soldier. Fighting bravely on the battlefield is my duty. I only ask to die on the battlefield."

"What ambition! If all the soldiers of my empire were like my nephew Shen, what enemy would my Emperor Guangwu have?"

The old man praised them, then rested his elbows on the table and said with a smile, "The Southeast Army Group is full of generous and heroic men, and it must be a place where dragons and tigers hide. The aircrew is the best among them, and it is a place that all soldiers of our ranks aspire to. Nephew Shen, why are you so fixated on these few good-for-nothing young soldiers of mine? Let them live."

Shen opened his mouth, but swallowed back the words that were about to come out of his throat. Of course, he had thoughts about these new recruits, and he wasn't the only one with such thoughts; his father, Shen Fushi, the commander of the Southeast Army Group, also had them.

Graduates of the capital's military academy have always been highly sought after, but since they belong to the army, Shen Yi plans to take a roundabout approach to achieve his goal.

Through subtle influence and adjustments to training subjects, including networking upon graduation, the goal was to persuade this year's graduates not to choose the Army's overall allocation, but to directly volunteer for the aircrew units of the Southeast Group Army.

Shen Fushi, the commander of the Southeast Army Group, even privately said that as long as volunteers came, they would be given the green light to be transferred directly to the aircrew.

Moreover, Shen Yi clearly knew that he and his father had reasons for doing this, especially after witnessing the quality of this batch of reserve officers, he even had the idea of ​​"leaving none behind".

But at this moment, the old man in front of them, known by the enemy as "Mountain Fox," Chen Zhiming, the former deputy commander of the Southern Army Group and now the vice principal of the Capital Military Academy, has become the biggest obstacle for the father and son.

Shen Yi felt a bitter taste in his mouth and couldn't think of a suitable response to the smiling old man in front of him.

"Don't just stand there, drink your tea, it won't taste good if it gets cold."

"Yes, Uncle Chen."

Shen Yi took a sip of tea, his mind racing, but despite a flurry of ideas, he couldn't come up with a suitable response.

"Nephew Shen, when you leave, please take a few packets of black tea with you. I heard the weather on the islands has been changing recently. You're always on the move and don't get to eat anything hot. At least it will warm your stomach."

The old man's slightly concerned voice reached Shen Yi's ears, but it instantly shattered all his thoughts. Shen Yi realized that he was just a soldier who only knew how to march and fight. In front of this "mountain fox," he was as naive as a peeled water chestnut.

Since that's the case, let's get straight to the point.

Shen Yi composed himself and said earnestly, "Ah, Uncle Chen, I won't beat around the bush with you. I'll just be direct. The Southeast Air Force is short of soldiers, especially good soldiers."

If it were just a small, insignificant force from the Archipelago Alliance, my father wouldn't take it seriously and wouldn't dare to extend his reach to you. But according to reliable information from our informants... you should have heard some rumors that the situation there may have changed in the next few years. However, misfortune never comes singly, as several of our independent aircrew units are facing the retirement of most of our veteran comrades...”

The old man, who had been smiling, now had a serious expression: "Hmph, it's happening again? Nephew, I understand now, Old Shen... he must have approved them all, and he might even have given them a settlement allowance."

Shen Yi silently rubbed the armrest of his chair and nodded heavily: "Yes, Father said we can't let these old brothers down. They're all getting on in years, it's time for them to get married and have kids... But as you know, the aircrew is different from other units. The requirements for recruits are high, and the training period is long. We also have the Navy Marines poaching our personnel..."

Shen Yi poured out his grievances like beans spilling out. After a moment of silence, the old man sighed deeply, "Ah... Old Shen, he's a kind and generous man, but he's stubbornly proud. He's been like this since he was young..."

The old man complained, but his right hand opened a drawer under the table and took out a large loose-leaf booklet made of documents from a hidden compartment.

"Most of the cadets at the capital's military academy in previous years came from military families. Due to the initial success of the Empire's 'Awakened Ones Cultivation Order' in recent years, this year's cadets represent a smaller proportion, but they still make up a full 60%."

After the old man removed a few pages, he tossed the booklet to Shen Yi, who was sitting opposite him. "These people come from all walks of life, from high-ranking military families to ordinary military households. They are all pillars of our imperial army. Although they don't seem very interesting to me, they are absolutely capable of fighting on the battlefield, and their backgrounds are reliable. You can choose whichever you like."

Shen Yi's spirits lifted the moment he saw the booklet. It was different from the superficial files he had seen before; it contained a lot of crucial information. However, Shen Yi did not open the booklet after taking it.

"Uncle Chen, it's late tonight, I won't disturb your rest any longer."

Shen Yi stood up from the chair with great agility, tucking the booklet tightly under his arm: "It's late, so I won't bother you any longer. Please take this back and read it carefully, as I also need to understand my future comrades and subordinates in detail."

The old man squinted and widened his eyes slightly for a moment, then returned to normal: "...Alright, go back and take a good look and choose carefully, but you should also understand that you shouldn't touch those interesting kids."

"Of course I understand. On behalf of my father and all the officers and soldiers of the Southeast Army Group, Shen Yi thanks Uncle Chen!" Shen Yi bowed deeply.

The old man looked at the other scar on Shen Yi's head that he usually hid under his hat, sighed, stood up, patted him on the shoulder, and said magnanimously, "Those who dedicate themselves to the cause are not judged by rules. When you get back, write a letter to Old Shen and give him my regards. Also, tell him that the Southeast Group Army owes the Army a favor... Alright, hurry back. Turn off the lights for me when you leave."

After thanking him sincerely again, Shen Yi turned and left decisively. Before leaving, he turned on the light switch by the door, and the office door closed, cutting off the light in the corridor and plunging the room into darkness.

The old man sat back down in his chair, opened the drawer on his left, rummaged around inside for a bit, and took out an expensive handmade cigar.

"bite……"

A pure silver lighter filled with kerosene was lit, and the bright yellow flame illuminated the deeply lined face. As a wisp of smoke rose, the cigar was lit.

The old man shifted to a more comfortable position, leaning back in the large leather chair. For a moment, the only sounds in the office were the crackling of cigarettes and the occasional flashes of orange-red light in the darkness.

After taking several puffs, the room was instantly filled with smoke. The old man set the cigar aside, finished his tea, and spat out the tea leaves clinging to his lips.

"Pfft... What a loss! I've even lost my underwear."

He picked up a cigar and took two big puffs.

"Tsk, how dare he... how dare he even take the pot away from me..."