As a Arctic town in China, the temperature in Mohe is undoubtedly the lowest in China. The old man's military uniform has been replaced with a military coat when helicopter was turned into a helicopter in Harbin. Now, he is not only wearing green, but also wearing a big fur hat on his head.

Of course, this temperature has no big impact on Pan Hongsheng, let alone the old man. The old man did this just to not want to attract too much attention. After all, Pan Hongsheng is a young and strong man, and on the surface he is just an old thing about to die.

The place where the helicopter landed was a small military site, which looked a bit like a courtyard house, but Pan Hongsheng knew from the old man that this was the most important place in the entire Heilongjiang, and the military district next to it was just a cover.

Someone picked him up after the plane. Pan Hongsheng was wearing a suit, both in appearance and in awe. Many people looked at him in awe. As for some older veteran generals, they nodded frequently with a teaching expression.

"Report to the leader, all the personnel are here, please give me instructions." An old soldier with gray hair looked at the old man and saluted a military salute and said loudly, full of energy and worthy of being a soldier.

"Each person stands at his post." The old man also saluted a military salute, then said six words in a low voice, and walked towards the room of the courtyard with Pan Hongsheng and two other soldiers.

Because it is far away from southern Russia, the courtyard house looks uncharacteristic outside, but after entering the room, Pan Hongsheng knew what it means to be solid. The whole room is surrounded by metallic iron sheets. Just looking at the thickness, you can tell that even bombs flying down from the sky may not be flattened.

"Okay, I'm all my own people, find a place to rest." The old man who entered the room took off his hat and hung it on the clothes hanger, then sighed.

He saw the gap.

Both of them are from the top, Mohe Town and Jinjiang City are simply two different concepts. It is no exaggeration to say that the old man can even use only one series to destroy the opposite dough. This is the military power. Jinjiang's soldiers have been wiped out by An Yi.

Is it exaggerating? It is not an exaggeration at all. Even though General Hu of Jinjiang was a former subordinate of the old man, although he had the spirit of a sub-detachment, the entire army did not. Compared with border soldiers like Mohe who stood on the frontier and looked at the outside world in a cold manner, it was really more than one level worse.

"Chief, the soldiers here look like bandits." A soldier with a mustache secretly smacked his tongue, then shook his head and said.

"Yes, this kind of soldier is the most difficult to manage. It is definitely a thorn in the squad. If one of the regiments is really such a person, I really don't dare to think about how they got the discipline." Another soldier also responded.

"Everyone of the New Fourth Army is a thorn, and all of the 14th Army is a thorn, but that is the capital to conquer this country. You know nothing about it!"

The old man cursed, and the two of them immediately timidly.

In fact, they also understood that these soldiers who stood in the cold wind like stakes, were all silent on their heads, all of whom were like snow, but they were just a little jealous because the entire Heilongjiang Military Region was so easy to manage.

"You two are busy with yours. I'll say a few words to him here, just take all the information and files and put them on the table at the door. You kid and me." The old man gave the order directly with a gloomy face, and then said to Pan Hongsheng.

To be honest, this is the first time Pan Hongsheng has felt that the old man has the temperament of being a marshal who is invincible to thousands of men.

The two looked at each other and left directly, while Pan Hongsheng followed the old man to another room inside.

"Dad, what's the matter?" Pan Hongsheng, who found a chair and sat down, looked at the old man and asked.

"The mission this time is not simple. I have to tell you about the gap between the combination of ancient martial arts and modern weapons." The old man said with a serious expression.

"Gap? and modern weapons?" Pan Hongsheng listened carefully.

"You are almost in the late stage of Qi Refining and Transforming God. To be honest, this level is simply invincible to ordinary people, but I hope you know that you are dealing with bullets this time, not fists." The old man also found a chair.

"The realm of urging Qi into the body does not help you in resisting external swords and guns. You must know this. When you enter the realm of qi refining and transforming gods, you will obviously have a great improvement. It is not easy to give an example in this aspect. I will only tell you a few points.

Now you are basically not afraid of knife injuries. Even if the knife with short hair blowing hair is not dangerous to you in the hands of ordinary people, it can easily kill you if it is held in the hands of a person who is in the late stage of urinating air into the body.

Secondly, before breaking through Qi Refining and Transforming God to enter the next stage, even the earth guns made by others can hurt you. This time I was wearing bulletproof vests and bulletproof pants, but you have to protect your arms and head!”

The old man said solemnly, and Pan Hongsheng listened very seriously.

He suffered one injury in the later stage of urinating qi into his body, but never again. He did not know about these differences in his strength, but now he has a sufficient understanding.

"Don't worry, dad, remember what you said." Pan Hongsheng nodded, thinking in his eyes.

"Just remember. You should practice for a while first, and go to investigate the terrain with your companions. Come back at noon and have dinner with you. Take a night off tonight and you will take action tomorrow." The old man nodded, then got up and left, while Pan Hongsheng slapped his fists in the room, and then began to sit in meditation.

This guy entered into meditation not because he wanted to be as lucky as Zhang Bowen, but because he was meditating. Because Zhang Bowen improved too quickly, he had the idea of ​​trying this way. As for now, because he got up too early, Pan Hongsheng was already snoring after sitting in meditation for about half an hour.

At this moment, on a snow-capped mountain at the junction of China and Russia, a figure in white clothes ran rapidly in the mountains like a ghost. Although it is impossible to say that stepping on the snow will leave no trace, the speed will only make people think that they have read it wrong. In the blink of an eye, it has appeared on another mountain.

Slowly, the figure suddenly crawled into a wood, and then walked towards the courtyard like an ordinary person, without any conflict with the comfortable Mohe Town.

"Tu tu tu tu." A knock on the door woke Pan Hongsheng who was sleeping. He rubbed his stubborn eyes and muttered that the dog who opened the door was about to complain to the person who came, but suddenly rubbed his eyes hard, and opened his mouth and didn't say a word.

"Hongsheng!" At the door, a figure in white clothes rushed into Pan Hongsheng's arms as if a nipples were throwing into his arms, and tears suddenly burst out.

"Hongyi!" He rubbed his eyes dryly. Pan Hongsheng didn't even believe what he saw in front of him. He hugged the person in his arms tightly and wanted to become a part of his body!


Chapter completed!