Please pull the trigger for this world one more time.

After the trip to the Northwest, everyone resumed their usual training without any further incidents.

During this period, Mo Zian tried to communicate with the thing in his consciousness almost every day.

But the other person seemed to have kicked the bucket, and wouldn't respond no matter how much I called them.

Every time, Mo Zian was turned away at the door of the old house in the dream, and he found that he was unable to force the door open.

The courtyard wall was also strange; he couldn't climb it at all.

He had no immediate plans to try more violent methods to break through the barrier, because Mo Zian knew that his understanding of this world was probably still very limited.

He feared that taking action rashly might cause some terrible consequences.

Ultimately, this old house was part of his dream.

The calendar pages were turned one by one, and time quickly came to the last day of basic training.

On the morning of that day, a farewell ceremony was held at the capital military academy.

At the end of the farewell ceremony, Shen Yi extended an invitation to all the students of the capital's military academy, not in his capacity as an instructor, but in his capacity as the commander of the First Independent Air Crew Squadron of the Southeast Group Army.

It must be said that Shen Yi is definitely an excellent soldier, and also a good superior and commander. The Southeast Group Army is indeed a good place to go, so many people are very interested.

Everyone at the table was discussing the matter amongst themselves. Han Dafu, looking at Mo Zian with a serious expression, whispered, "Old Bi, I've heard that the roast duck in Guangwu City is famous. We're off this afternoon, how about we treat ourselves to a meal?"

Mo Zian said solemnly, "That's exactly what I was thinking."

……

Standing at a distance, Jiang Xing glanced discreetly at Mo Zian and Han Dafu, then whispered to the man drinking some wine, "I think there's potential. Those two seem quite interested and are discussing it very seriously."

Du Chi didn't even look at it. "Oh, really..."

"Tsk, you don't care about your soldiers?"

Du Chi rolled his eyes at Jiang Xing and said, "I don't care just because I care. Who knows what those two brats are plotting."

……

The farewell party didn't last very long. After it ended, everyone gathered in front of the "Loyalty to the Country Stone" for a group photo. First, they took photos with their squad leaders in small groups, and finally, they took a group photo of the entire cadet squadron.

"salute!"

The 126 cadets from the capital's military academy watched as Shen Yi and his group got into the ether vehicle that had come to pick them up. These instructors, who had led them for 180 days at the beginning of their military careers, slowly disappeared from their sight.

But the trainees had a vague idea of ​​what was going on—their story, or rather, the story of many of them, with Major Shen Yi was far from over.

......

"Oh, my two young officers, please come in to the private room upstairs."

Mo Zian and Han Dafu stepped into the gate of Shunyi Restaurant. The decoration here was not luxurious, and even somewhat simple, but it had a comforting and down-to-earth atmosphere.

After taking their seats, Mo Zian said, "Two roasted ducks made with fruitwood, and a couple of side dishes... By the way, do you have that newest kind of 'soft drink' here?"

"Yes!" The waiter flipped to the last page of the menu, pointed, and said, "Look, these are the new additions we've had these days."

"Then give us each the largest size, with ice."

"Okay, would you like the duck carcass for soup or deep-frying?"

Without even thinking, Mo Zian replied, "Of course it's deep-fried. Do I look like an outsider?"

The waiter bowed slightly. "You're too kind. You look like an expert. Alright, the last dish is the fried duck frame. Please wait a moment, it will be served shortly."

First came two cold dishes: boiled tripe and mixed vegetables. Then came the soda—a 6-inch (30cm) tall glass filled with clear soda, with rolling bubbles rising from the bottom, mixed with crushed mixed fruit pulp.

It looks beautiful, and the price is beautiful too; the two cups together cost a full silver dollar.

Mo Zian took a sip and felt as if he had returned to his past life—it was a beverage that was different from the soda he had drunk in his past life, and it was made by mixing soda water later.

When we were almost halfway through the appetizers, two roast ducks with bright red skin were brought to the table. Two skilled chefs sliced ​​the ducks into almost identical pieces in front of us, and some of the crispy duck skin was also separated out.

Chopped scallions, cucumber, sweet bean sauce, two small pieces of fermented bean curd, minced garlic, chili oil, and a small dish of sugar—this is the standard accompaniment for Peking duck at Shunyilou Restaurant.

In the early years, there were only scallions, cucumbers, and soybean paste. However, as times changed, the capital city became a gathering place for people from the entire empire and even the continent, with a wide variety of tastes, so the ingredients became more diverse.

If you wish, they even have maple jam, which elves love, as well as island-style fish and shrimp sauces.

Mo Zian doesn't like cucumbers, so he only takes two or three small scallion whites. He first dips the crispy-on-the-outside, tender-on-the-inside roast duck in sweet bean sauce, then picks up a little minced garlic with chopsticks, rolls it up in a spring pancake, and takes a bite to his heart's content.

"Old Bi, what did Shen Da Ba La mean by what he said at the farewell party today?"

As Han Dafu placed a piece of duck on his spring pancake, he said, "From what he said, it seems like they'll accept anyone who submits their application? Does a major really have that much power?"

"He may not have it, but his father does."

As he ate, Mo Zian said, "His father is the top official in the Southeast. You don't usually pay attention to these things, but you know about the time I modified the sniper rifle, right?"

"Yeah, we know. Everyone knew you were running to the weapons department those two days." Han Dafu put the rolled-up duck in a spring pancake into his mouth, a satisfied look on his face.

"Actually, I was just a decoy; their real goal was to get in touch with my family."

Mo Zian took a sip of soda, the nostalgic yet refreshing sensation rushing to his brain. "They've closed a big deal with Southeast Army Group. Actually, I'm not against going to Southeast Army Group. To be honest, Southeast Army Group is a pretty good place to go."

"Not necessarily," Han Dafu said, wiping his mouth.

"Why?" Mo Zian asked, puzzled.

Han Dafu picked up another spring pancake. "I've told you about that when I was little."

Mo Zian nodded: "Yes, I did. The benefactor who saved you is surnamed Guo, and his son is the deputy commander of the Tianhe Port City Defense Army."

"Yes, this Deputy Commander Guo Shouyi was originally from the Southeast Group Army."

Han Dafu revealed a look of reminiscence, "It was right around the time of the Lunar New Year last year. His son had a high fever that hadn't subsided for two days, and the five or six-year-old child was already delirious."

Actually, it wasn't a serious illness, just bad timing. All the clinics were closed for the last two days before the Lunar New Year. When it came to me, the fever subsided that very night. Fortunately, I later found a god-sister.

"My god-sister?"

Mo Zian looked at Han Dafu with some surprise, then jokingly cupped his hands and said, "Not bad, I didn't realize you were the eldest daughter of the Guo family. I'm so sorry for the neglect."

"Oh, no problem, no problem." The hamster waved its hand smugly, "I'll treat everyone to a few roast ducks and it'll be all taken care of."

"But what does this have to do with the Southeast Army Group?" Mo Zian asked.

Han Dafu said seriously, "My godfather told me some things, mainly why he gave up his high-ranking position as a senior officer in the Southeast Army Group and insisted on coming back to be the deputy commander of the city defense army."

During the attack on Weiyuan, the Southeast Army Group received orders that did not belong to the highest military command. These orders directly led to heavy casualties within the Southeast Army Group. Therefore, given the complexities involved, I think it's best to proceed with caution.

Mo Zian nodded and didn't ask for any more details. After all, asking further might involve the privacy of that Deputy Commander Guo. Many things could be learned gradually, and there was no need to rush.

So Mo Zian changed the subject, "We're still a long way from graduation, and by then we might not even be able to say where we'll end up... By the way, since we're talking about Deputy Commander Guo Shouyi, could you do me a favor?"