Chapter Sixteen: Bailey's Thoughts

  Huofeng was very clever. As soon as Hu Zhiyong's words came out, she knew that the young master had already kept the secret in his heart. She wasn't a talkative maid, so she didn't ask about the situation in the secret room either.

  Two people changed clothes and walked into the living room, Hu Zhigang and Chen Xiuzhi were nowhere to be seen. Xuer ran over, then returned to the courtyard, first jumping onto a waiting military jeep.

  "Xu'er, stay!" Hu Zhiyong wanted to keep Xu'er to watch the house, but this ghost wouldn't agree no matter what. Huo Feng chuckled: "Miss Shi and Beili are not here, let's bring it along."

  "'Sweeter' than me, huh!" Hu Zhiyong cursed lightly and patted the head of Xue Lang who was sitting in the driver's cabin.

  "Master, let me open it?" The configured driver Xiao Wang is one year older than Hu Zhiyong and seems to be in a humble position sitting in the co-pilot seat.

  "Hey, I don't trust your driving skills!" Hu Zhiyong started the car and said to Xiao Wang with a smile: "When I'm not sitting in it, you practice more. This thing is easy to learn but hard to master."

  "Master, I was first in the driving school exam. No one's skills are better than mine." Little Wang began to show off, hoping that Hu Zhiyong would give him a chance.

  "Driving school? That's just the beginning. This thing, without three to five years of practice, can't be handled well!" The car had already driven out of the bank's courtyard when he saw Gao Zhan Kui standing by the side of the road and hastily braked the car.

  "Master, where's your golden Buddha?" Gao Zhan Kui looked at the head sticking out of the car window in surprise, his face showing a hint of excitement.

  "I and Chen Xiuzhi have broken off our engagement, it's all over!" Hu Zhiyong said nonchalantly, thinking that Gao Zhan Kui was referring to the value of that golden Buddha.

  "Master, autumn harvest has begun, many people in our household are busy with other things. This food that's been served can't be wasted, you see..."

  Hu Zhiyong turned around and looked at Little Wang: "Go inform Deputy Commander Liang that, except for the garrison troops, guard battalion, First Battalion, and special warfare team, all other troops will be deployed to rush the harvest of crops."

  "Yes!" Little Wang opened the door and got out of the car. Hu Zhiyong closed the door and asked Gao Zhanqi, "Are there enough people? If not, let the guard battalion stay behind."

  "That's enough, that's enough." Gao Zhan Kui asked with a profound tone: "Young Master, are you coming back tonight? I still have a good bottle of wine."

  "I'm afraid I won't be able to come back tonight." Hu Zhiyong chuckled: "Some other day then."

  The car sped away, and Gao Zhanke hummed in a cold voice: "Throwing away the golden Buddha, what a prodigal son!"

  Within less than ten days after Hu Zhiyong woke up, the silver and silver dollars that had been spent on "flowers" exceeded four million. The Hu family was worried, thinking that the family business left by the old master must not be touched by him.

  "Master, I'd better stay at home, there are so many weapons and ammunition in the armory." Silver Dragon suddenly felt a sense of danger and spoke to Hu Zhiyong.

  "Don't worry, there's a row of guards at the front and back yards. If anything happens, there are also troops guarding the city." Hu Zhiyong didn't stop the car and continued driving forward.

  The first battalion's camp, the special warfare group of three hundred people, the guard battalion of five hundred people, the first battalion of more than six hundred people, and the instructional team of more than four hundred people had already lined up waiting. When Hu Zhiyong arrived, he felt a surge of excitement looking at the neat formation.

  He rushed down from the car and grabbed a rifle from a soldier. He quickly moved while loading bullets and started firing.

  "Bang! Bang! Bang!"

  After a burst of gunfire, five small birds fell from the trees in the distance. He weighed the gun in his hand and shouted loudly to his subordinates: "Today we're going to learn how to shoot and kill with one shot! Moving to kill includes shooting while moving, quickly moving, fording, and crawling forward. Stationary killing includes three postures: lying down, standing, and squatting. Now I'll demonstrate it to you all."

  Hu Zhiyong made various demonstrations, and the birds in the trees all became his targets. Perhaps the birds felt danger and fright, and they all flew out of this dangerous place.

  "Alright." Hu Zhiyong had no more goals, stood up and handed the gun to the soldier: "The first thing to do is to quickly reload and aim while moving, each unit will start training on their own!"

  He was responsible for setting the topic and explaining the key points, while other matters were handled by the 'shooting' instructors of each department. After everyone dispersed, Hu Zhiyong followed the special forces team to a nearby hillside.

  These three hundred men were the cream of the crop, selected from the entire army. Each and every one of them exuded a 'fine' spirit and majestic physique, standard build, and youthful vitality under the age of twenty-three, all of which showed that they were extraordinary.

  After a while, Hu Zhiyong shook his head and called Hu Pengsheng over: "Assemble, let all the soldiers carry all their equipment and set off from here towards Huzhuang!"

  "Long-distance training?" Hu Pengsheng was excited, and hastily gathered the soldiers together. With backpacks on their backs, equipment in place, they set off fully armed.

  Hu Zhiyong ran at the front, Huo Feng and Yin Long closely followed behind him. From afar, Bei Li started the car and sped to his front: "Third Master, get in."

  "Go, I'm in a hurry!" Seeing Bao Li coming over to make trouble, Hu Zhiyong scolded and continued walking forward.

  "Third Young Master, you're a commander, which general walks on foot?" Berri pursued relentlessly, unwilling to watch Hu Zhiyong walk.

  "What's wrong with the master? The war car was destroyed, and you want me to stay behind as a prisoner?" Hu Zhiyong walked and spoke with difficulty, looking at this tall and slender European beauty with annoyance.

  "Aren't you with the guard regiment? If not, a few people can carry you and run. If that doesn't work, we'll 'make' a stretcher to lift you up, guaranteed not to throw you to the enemy!" Berri laughed, shifting gears, moving forward, braking, then starting again, the car following Hu Zhiyong's side every step of the way, the horn blaring in long bursts urging him to get on.

  "Want to mess with me?" Hu Zhiyong's eyes flickered, and in a swift motion, he leapt onto the car. He lightly grasped Beryl's collar with his right hand, pulling her down and slinging her over his shoulder as he ran forward.

  The warriors all burst out laughing, and Bailey's face turned red as she shouted: "I, my belly is sore from you!"

  "Endure it. Brother just happens to have no equipment!" Hu Zhiyong smiled, his two hands tightly grasping Beryl's collar and feet. "Young master, add oil!"

  The warriors shouted and followed with force under their feet. Silver Dragon, Huo Feng endured laughter and followed behind, while Bell was on Hu Zhiyong's shoulder, swaying back and forth.

  "Master, over 20 kilometers of road, can we keep running like this?" Hu Pengsheng asked, catching up to Hu Zhiyong after a few quick steps.

  "Marching day and night for three days, from here to Bixi Cloud Mountain, then detouring via Taiping Ridge, Daying Town, Lizi House, Heidao Town, and Zhuanghe County City."

  "Master, this is several hundred kilometers away!" Hu Pengsheng was stunned, and his feet slowed down, unable to help but wipe the sweat from his temples.

  "Right! High difficulty, overloading, emergency dispatch, night march, map navigation, camping in the wild, and wilderness survival for a week. From now on, we must come once a month!"

  Hu Pengsheng followed behind, listening more and more angrily: "You're going to be the death of me!"

  "You'd better call it Devil Week." Hu Zhiyong chuckled and patted the mischievous Beili on the shoulder: "A special forces soldier must integrate physical ability, skills, tactics, mentality, and willpower as a whole. Having good marksmanship alone can only be called a godly shooter; you must combine stealth, hand-to-hand combat, ambushes, and assassinations in training! Captain Hu, one week later, cut off 100 people, please pay extra attention to those who are not qualified at the end of the lineup."

  "Master, I really can't bear to cut down so many. Let's wait and decide after training for a few more months?" Hu Pengsheng looked at the good soldiers behind him with pity and begged reluctantly.

  For these people, Hu Zhiyong admires their hardworking spirit and willpower. The tactical backpacks, military uniforms, clothing, ammunition, and dry rations weighed over 70 pounds, but not a single person fell behind. He was very satisfied, even the worst would be placed by his side, entering the guard would be no problem.

  "Alright, three-month deadline, Special Forces don't want a single inferior soldier!" Hu Zhiyong's required Special Forces must guarantee to be elite soldiers that can take on ten or a hundred enemies.

  "Give us a name, can't just be called Special Forces like that." Hu Pengsheng panted, asking repeatedly.

  "Blood Wolf Battle Team!"

  "Blood Wolf? What a majestic name!" Hu Pengsheng turned his head and shouted: "Brothers, the young master has named our troop Blood Wolf Troop, what do you all think?"

  "Good!"

  Three hundred people shouted out in unison, their voices loud and clear, piercing the sky. Beryl whispered in Hu Zhiyong's ear, her eyes flashing with a wandering gaze, snickering: "You're the one who looks like a wolf!"

  "What? What am I like a wolf?" Hu Zhiyong held back his laughter, his eyes rolling upwards.

  "Color" - Wolf!

  "Go, I'm not greedy for 'color'!" Hu Zhiyong's fingers exerted a gentle force, and Beili gritted her teeth and shouted: "Not yet 'colored'? You've already eaten Feng Niang, and the Shi family sisters will eventually run away! Hmph, I don't believe they're more beautiful than me!"

  "You're just jealous!" Hu Zhiyong hit Xiaoyao's head: "Little loli who hasn't even shed her baby hair, thinking about romance at such a young age?"

  "I'm still young? In your country, a 17-year-old 'girl' is already a mother!" Beryl said in a very low voice, almost whispering into Hu Zhiyong's ear, and perhaps seeing Huo Feng's sly smile, she couldn't help but blush and lean on the shoulder of her admired man.

  "Baili, after the war is over, what are you going to do?" Hu Zhiyong was teased by the little beauty, and his footsteps became somewhat disordered.

  "My uncle is a banker, and our family owns fifteen percent of the shares. If the war ends, I'll continue to study in school." Speaking of future plans, Berri fantasized: "Of course, after graduation, become a banker!"

  "Ten years of war, by then you and I will both be old!" Hu Zhiyong said with emotion, glancing at the Western girl who was wiping his sweat.

  "Ten years? Can you be certain that the war will take ten years?" Bailey looked at Hu Zhiyong in surprise, her handkerchief accidentally dropping down. Huo Feng bent down to pick it up and quickly handed it back to Bailey.

  "Hmm." Hu Zhiyong joked: "I have the ability to predict the future."

  "Really? Then show me, who will I marry in the future? Will my child be a boy or a girl?" Baoli teased with a big laugh, making things difficult for Hu Zhiyong.

  "It's definitely not me. To have a boy or girl, you need to look at both the man and woman." Hu Zhiyong held back his smile and cunningly kicked the question back.

  "What if it's you? If it were you, would I have a boy or a girl?" Bailey's chest had been pressed for a long time, and she couldn't help but touch the two flesh balls tightly attached to Hu Zhiyong's body with her small hands.

  The Buddha said: "It cannot be said!" Hu Zhiyong cunningly avoided this question, looked around and started running forward.

  "I think it'll be a boy and a girl, the boy will look like you and the girl will look like me. Yes, definitely, maybe next year our son will be born!" Berri forgot that there was a group of big men following behind her, loudly expressing her own thoughts.

  "Bang!"

  "Ouch!"

  Baili fell to the ground, clutching her buttocks and crying out loudly. The warriors burst into laughter, momentarily toppling over in all directions. Hu Zhiyong awkwardly reached out to pull Baili up, scolding as he said: "Who told you to talk nonsense? You got off lightly!"