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Zhang Weiguo stubbed out his cigarette, his teeth grinding together.

The four old men stayed up all night in the guest room, none of them closing their eyes.

The next morning.

On the airport runway, the strong wind whipped up sand and dust that blew straight down people's necks.

Zhang Weiguo, Zhao Guangming, Li Tiezhu, and Sun Haotian, all sporting huge dark circles under their eyes, lined up to board a military transport plane bound for the Northwest.

The cabin door closed.

Zhao Guangming rubbed his aching temples and leaned back in his chair.

"What kind of dirty trick is that stingy old man hiding? I've been thinking about it all night, and my head is throbbing."

Li Tiezhu rubbed his bald head and snorted coldly.

"Whatever tricks he uses, once we get to the desert, the four of us will join forces and expose him first."

Sun Haotian tightened his seatbelt and stared at the hazy sky outside the porthole.

"Old Liu is the kind of person who won't act until he sees a clear benefit. The fact that he dared to open a special supply of Moutai for twenty years means he's holding some very powerful cards."

Zhang Weiguo tugged at the collar of his military uniform and chuckled.

"No matter how big your cards are, they can't conquer the world. With the four of us combined, we have 20,000 elite troops. Even if the Shanghai Military Region invited the King of Heaven himself, he'd be crawling on the sand eating dirt today!"

The transport plane roared to life and took off.

Shanghai Military Region Headquarters.

Liu Guoliang sat behind his desk, listened to the guard's report, and slammed his hand on the table with a crisp crack.

"Four old foxes, didn't sleep all night?"

He was so happy that he slapped his thigh, his whole body was full of energy, and his military uniform was more crisp than usual.

He grabbed the red secure phone on the table and dialed.

Tomson Riviera villas.

Li Yichen lay on a rocking chair in the backyard, with freshly brewed tea beside him.

My phone vibrated.

connected.

"Major Li!" Liu Guoliang's voice pierced through the receiver, making people's ears go numb.

"Next week there will be joint military exercises in the Northwest desert; you'll have to lead the team and keep things in order!"

Li Yichen moved his phone two inches away.

"No, I'm not going. My ribs have just healed, and I'm planning to go fishing for a few days."

"No!" Liu Guoliang exclaimed anxiously, raising his voice eight octaves higher.

"This time, all five theater commands are deploying their full strength, with 5,000 elite troops from each theater command, and all the top-of-the-line heavy armored equipment! If you don't go, how can our Shanghai Military Region put on this show?"

Li Yichen picked up his teacup and blew on the floating leaves.

"That's your problem. The armor is all yours; you can play with it yourself."

"Brother! You're a living ancestor!" Liu Guoliang started to act shamelessly, even changing his form of address.

"Your ten heavenly soldiers are still getting used to by the crew. In the extreme environment of the desert, with its strong winds, sandstorms, and huge temperature differences, if something goes wrong in actual combat, who can cover for you without you as the chief designer present?"

Li Yichen paused, his hand holding the teacup still.

The vast desert of Northwest China.

Sandstorms, extreme cold, and scorching heat.

It is indeed a natural testing ground for testing the limits of armor performance.

His own silver-gray custom armor had undergone numerous repairs and upgrades after the battle on the aircraft carrier.

In places like the desert, sand and dust can seep into even the most precise bearings, and extreme temperature differences can make ordinary metals brittle.

Although the Heavenly Soldier Armor performed perfectly in the underground base in Shanghai, it has not been tested in a truly harsh environment.

He needs this data.

For future interstellar exploration, or even more extreme battlefields.

This business trip was worthwhile.

He put down his teacup.

"Okay. I'll bring one with me."

Liu Guoliang burst into uncontrollable laughter on the other end of the phone.

"Alright! With you saying that, I'm definitely going to pull those four old bastards' teeth out this time!"

three days later.

The vast desert of Northwest China.

Yellow sand filled the sky, and the strong wind whipped up gravel that pelted the steel plates of the armored vehicles, making a crackling and popping sound.

Twenty-five thousand elite troops have been assembled.

Thousands of Type 99A main battle tanks, infantry fighting vehicles, and self-propelled artillery have been deployed across the Gobi Desert.

The steel torrent stretched as far as the eye could see, the tracks grinding across the Gobi Desert creating a deep, rumbling sound.

The helicopter formation hovered at low altitude, its rotors kicking up clouds of yellow dust.

An atmosphere of chilling dread soared into the sky.

The joint command center was built on a high ground.

Outside the bulletproof glass, sand and dust swirled.

Zhang Weiguo, Zhao Guangming, Li Tiezhu, and Sun Haotian stood in front of the giant sand table, pointing and chatting.

Zhang Weiguo picked up his binoculars and habitually scanned the camp of the Shanghai Military Region.

The camera freezes on that moment.

He froze for a moment.

In the center of the Shanghai Military Region's position, a large flat area was cleared.

In the very middle of the flat ground, there was a giant shipping container.

It was covered with thick desert camouflage netting.

The area was surrounded by heavily armed special forces soldiers, with guards every three steps and sentries every five steps, making it as solid as an iron barrel.

Not even a fly can get in.

"What's Lao Liu up to?" Zhang Weiguo handed the binoculars to Zhao Guangming next to him.

"Take a look at that big iron box in the middle of his camp."

Zhao Guangming took it, glanced at it, and chuckled.

"Playing tricks. Could there be a nuclear bomb hidden inside?"

Li Tiezhu didn't look at the shipping containers; his gaze fell on Liu Guoliang, who had just stepped through the door.

Liu Guoliang strode into the command center, followed closely by a young man.

One bar, two stars.

Major.

The young man looked to be no more than twenty-four or twenty-five years old. He had clean skin, sharp features, and his hands were in his pockets. He walked with an extremely relaxed posture.

In the vast, windswept Northwest desert, where everyone is a rough-looking man, this guy's fair complexion makes him stand out completely.

Zhang Weiguo put down his binoculars, turned to look at Liu Guoliang, and laughed.

"Old Liu, what's going on here?" He pointed at Li Yichen.

"Is this young major a relative of yours? Or the son of some high-ranking official?"

Sun Haotian joined in the commotion.

"You brought this place to the desert for a gilded makeover, aren't you afraid the sandstorms will ruin their delicate skin?"

Zhao Guangming also came over and looked Li Yichen up and down.

"Old Liu, Old Liu, this is a real military exercise; bullets have no eyes. If you send a pale-faced scholar to the front lines and he wets his pants in fear, who's going to be responsible?"

Several staff officers in the command center lowered their heads, trying not to laugh.

His shoulders were shrugging.

Liu Guoliang pulled out a chair, sat down, picked up his thermos, unscrewed the lid, and blew on the steam.

He glanced at his four old buddies, his face twitching into an extremely irritating smile.

You'll find out soon enough.

He took a sip of water and slowly put the lid back on the cup.

"Don't blame me for not reminding you, prepare quick-acting heart medicine in advance. Otherwise, if you have a seizure, we'll have to waste the military doctor's stretcher."

Zhang Weiguo snorted and slapped the edge of the sand table.

"Keep pretending! Let's see what tricks you can pull today!"

Li Yichen stood beside Liu Guoliang without saying a word, his gaze sweeping across the vast Gobi Desert through the floor-to-ceiling window.

The desert wind is really strong.

The armor's joint sealing and sand-filtering capabilities in this environment can be tested using these people.

He touched the communicator on his wrist.

Ling'er's data stream was running quietly in the background.

Everything is ready.

It was exactly 9:00 AM.

Two red signal flares were launched into the sky.

The piercing air raid siren sounded.

The joint military exercises have officially begun.

The electronic map on the sand table instantly lit up with countless bright spots.

According to the "unspoken rules" of previous years, the four war zones do not need to hold meetings to discuss matters.

The armored brigade from the Eastern Theater Command penetrated from the left flank, its tracks kicking up clouds of yellow sand.

The mechanized infantry regiment of the Western Theater Command flanked from the right flank, with the engines of their infantry fighting vehicles roaring.

The heavy artillery battalions of the Northern Theater Command established a fire coverage network in the rear, with their gun barrels held high.

The armed helicopter squadron of the Southern Theater Command advanced directly from the front, the missile racks reflecting a cold light in the sunlight.

The four parties worked in perfect harmony, forming a huge fan-shaped encirclement, firmly holding onto the defense line of the Shanghai Military Region.

First, eliminate the bottom-ranked team, then decide the winner behind closed doors.

That's the rule.

The rules are ironclad.

Less than two hours into the game.

The Shanghai Military Region's 5,000 regular heavy-armored troops suffered three breaches in their defenses due to the combined attack from four sides.

On the large screen, the blue dots representing the Shanghai Military Region went out in large patches.

Retreat steadily.

Precarious.

The frontline commander's distress call kept ringing in the command center.

"Report! Hill 103 on the left flank has fallen!"

"Report! The right-wing armored battalion has suffered over half its losses; requesting tactical guidance!"

"Report! We are under heavy fire from an enemy army air force unit; our defensive line is about to collapse!"

The shouts over the communicator were mixed with the muffled roar of artillery fire, and the atmosphere in the command room was extremely tense.

Li Tiezhu touched his bald head, threw his head back and laughed loudly, the sound of his laughter making the glass of the command room vibrate.

"Old Liu! Is this what you were bragging about last night?"

He pointed to the blue defense line that had shrunk into a ball on the big screen.

"Is this what you mean by making us lose badly?"

Zhang Weiguo leaned against the control panel, arms crossed, a mocking expression on his face.

"Old Liu, if you don't reveal your trump card soon, you'll be packing your bags and going home. You've really nailed the last place label this year."

Zhao Guangming followed up with a fatal blow.

"Quick-acting heart medicine? I think you need blood pressure medication!"

Liu Guoliang sat in his chair, completely still.

He looked at his own defenses on the screen, flashing red and on the verge of collapse, picked up his thermos, and calmly took a sip of tea.

The face was torn off.

A cruel smile played across his face.

He slammed the thermos down heavily on the table, making a dull thud.

Turn your head.

His gaze passed over the four smug old friends and landed on Li Yichen.

The old fox who was just joking around now spoke with an intense, suppressed fervor and reverence.

Major Li.

Liu Guoliang straightened up and pointed at the big screen.

"It's your turn to go on stage."

He stared at the flashing red dots, speaking slowly and deliberately.

"Give them a little technological shock."

Li Yichen pulled his hands out of his pockets and twisted his neck.

The joints made two crisp cracking sounds.