The Tiger Mountains, in front of the Grand Canyon in Yishitian, the gate of the Black Armor Camp.

Six generals in black armor were standing at the gate of the camp and talking.

Leading was a man with gray hair, tall and tanned figure. He was wearing black armor and a sword hanging around his waist, looking up at the road opposite.

Although this person looks over fifty years old, he is powerful and has reached the level of a level six martial artist. He is Liu Dalong, the deputy commander of the Black Armor Camp.

The five generals around him are the five tiger generals of the Black Armor Camp.

Liu Dalong was born in the market and was once a pig-killing butcher. Later, he joined the army and joined the Black Armor Camp. He had spent more than 40 years in the Black Armor Camp.

He and He Yaotian have a very good relationship and are also loyal to He Yaotian. Although they are superiors and subordinates, they are even more like brothers.

He received news early in the morning that He Wuhen, the notorious second-generation ancestor in Yujing City, was coming to the military camp. Given that He Wuhen was the grandson of the general, he led his people to wait at the gate of the camp early.

After waiting for half an hour, Liu Dalong had already felt angry.

At this time, he could no longer help and said angrily: "I wonder how powerful Marshal He was back then? He had few opponents in the world, and it would be difficult for us to expand our territory."

"The second generation of the He family, the two sons of the Grand Marshal are also geniuses. The eldest son He Weiguo became a level seven martial artist at the age of 30, and is more proficient in military strategies."

"The second young master He Weimin is also a young genius, with the strength of a sixth-level martial artist, and is more proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and has the talent to govern the country and ensure the world."

"But in the third generation, why did He Wuhen, such a shameless dandy, come out? The second young master will not say anything, it is just a matter of perfunctory, nothing surprising. But this young master He is timid and cowardly, afraid of death, and is stupid as a pig in his cultivation, and likes to cause trouble! I really doubt whether this waste is the species of the He family? It really insults the reputation of the He family!"

Listening to Liu Dalong's angry scolding, the five tiger generals also smiled bitterly.

They knew that although Liu Dalong and He Yaotian were superiors and subordinates, they were even better than brothers. Such a useless grandson appeared in the family of good brothers. Anyone would be angry to death.

Moreover, He Wuhen has done many mischiefs a few years ago, including taking military achievements under the name of others, and trying to get involved in the pensions of the families of the soldiers who died in battle.

No matter which dynasty or era, this kind of thing is an unethical thing that the heavens are angry and people are resentful, so the entire Black Armor Camp people hate He Wu to the core.

The reason why Liu Dalong brought the Five Tiger Generals to greet the camp was more because of He Feng, a level 6 martial artist.

Although He Feng is a generation younger than Liu Dalong, he is He Yaotian's confidant and adopted son. He has also worked as a soldier in the Black Armor Camp for ten years and has a very good relationship with Liu Dalong.

"Liu Shuai, let's just say this in private, but don't be heard by the eldest young master. Although that kid is a useless man, he is very revengeful." One of the tiger generals hurriedly dissuaded Liu Dalong.

"Damn, even if I say it in front of him, I think that little beast dares to do anything to me? He dares to complain to the Grand Marshal? The Grand Marshal won't break his leg!"

The five tiger generals immediately laughed. Everyone was loyal to the Grand Marshal He Yaotian. After following the Grand Marshal for decades, they all understood the Grand Marshal's temper and were a person who helped him but not his relatives.

If He Wuhen dares to cause trouble in the Black Armor Camp, He Yaotian will definitely be the first to teach him a lesson.

Thinking of this, everyone suddenly felt confident and said with a smile: "No matter what this little beast is doing, if he dares to do evil, we will teach him a lesson."

Liu Dalong smiled at the right time and threw out another message: "The General has already sent me an order to train this kid well. If he dares to do anything randomly, he will beat him to death!"

When everyone heard this, they laughed again and said, "Okay, we finally seized the opportunity. We have long been disgusted with that little bastard. This time we have to teach him a lesson and just treat it as disciplined by the Grandmaster for the Grandmaster."

"Yes, that's it. This little bastard is here, we have to give him a warning. How do you think we will mess with him?" Liu Dalong asked with a smile, showing a sinister and treacherous smile.

So everyone began to brainstorm and think of ways.

"I think it's a good idea to get the veteran to beat him up."

"That's not satisfied. Why would you let him and a small group of soldiers enter the Tiger Mountain, and then fight with the beasts. When the time comes, the little bastard will definitely be scared to pee his pants!"

"Okay, this method is good, that's it." When Liu Dalong heard this, he immediately made a decision and showed a look of "You are still sinister enough" to the general who was giving the idea.

Everyone was excited when they saw yellow smoke rolling on the avenue and a horse galloping towards them.

When I got closer, I saw that it was a handsome young man, He Feng. As for He Wuhen, I saw no trace.

"Crazy, you are finally here, haha, we uncle and nephew have not seen each other for a long time!" Seeing that He Feng got off the horse, Liu Dalong hurriedly greeted him and stepped forward to give He Feng a bear hug.

Madman is He Feng's nickname. When he was in the Black Armor Camp, he trained like a madman. He was very crazy. The highest records in many training events in the Black Armor Camp were created by him.

Several other tiger generals also had a very good relationship with He Feng, so they hurriedly came forward to say hello to He Feng and chatted with him.

After about a quarter of an hour, the sound of horse hooves sounded again on the avenue. A black horse carrying He Wuhen, who had a embarrassed expression, finally arrived late.

"Hehe, the waste is indeed a waste. He is so slow to ride a horse. Look at his face, haha, he probably will be vomiting out soon."

Seeing He Wuhen’s appearance, Liu Dalong and several tiger generals laughed and laughed without hesitation.

Although He Wuhen saw the reactions of these people, he felt so frustrated that he had no temper.

There is nothing I can do about this. He was an otaku in his previous life, so how could he have the opportunity to experience the feeling of riding a horse?

In this life, Young Master He is a playboy. He always sits in a sedan chair when he goes out. When did he ride a horse?

"Oh, my butt, my anus. Damn, I used to see others riding so casually, but now I know that this is a cool job!"

When he arrived at the camp gate, He Wuhen was unstable and was actually tripped by the saddle. He suddenly fell to the ground with his back on the sky, falling all over and over.

Seeing this scene, Liu Dalong and the Five Tiger Generals were stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter.

Liu Dalong also laughed in his heart: "Haha, damn, we were thinking about how to give him a warning before, but we didn't expect that this idiot really gave himself a warning that was true."

He Wuhen quickly got up, rubbing his butt that was so painful that he fell, while cursing these old guys in his heart.

He lost his own people and couldn't bear to worry about his face, so he pretended not to see those old bastards, so as not to get angry again.

After a while, when everyone's laughter stopped, He Wuhen walked to Liu Dalong, stroked his chest with his left hand, and pressed the blood-drinking knife hanging around his waist with his right hand, and performed a standard Qingyuan National Military Sail.

"The recruit He Wuhen came to report and met Deputy General Liu."

Liu Dalong and several tiger generals were stunned when they saw He Wuhen's appearance.

Originally, everyone thought he would act arrogantly as a young master, but then he would be ridiculed and punished him. Unexpectedly, He Wuhen's performance was impeccable.

However, just this would not make Liu Dalong and others look at him with admiration. They were laughing in their hearts: "Hmph, the little bastard is quite good at pretending. I see when you can pretend."

Liu Dalong had something in his heart, but he still said seriously: "I accept your report and allow you to join the army."

"But I said ugly things in front of me. He personally explained that when you come to the Black Armor Camp, all treatments are the same as ordinary soldiers, without any special treatment, and the same is true for training and on duty. You must be mentally prepared and don't complain about being tired at that time."

"Please rest assured, Liu Shuai, Wuhen will never give up halfway." He Wuhen answered seriously, but he didn't know that these words were heard by Liu Dalong and others, and the mockery in his heart was a little more.

"Okay, General Wu Long, the eldest master will come to your tent and take it back." Liu Dalong waved his hand and decided on this matter.

Among the five tiger generals, a tall and magnificent middle-aged man walked out and led He Wuhen into the military camp to arrange his residence.

The other four tiger generals also left one after another, with only Liu Dalong and He Feng left in front of the camp gate. Both of them were smiling and talking in a low voice.

"Liu Shuai, do you still have the Monkey wine you treasured in the back mountain? I'll give me two jars later. We'll get drunk tonight."

"Crazy, there is still wine, but you can't drink in the military camp. You have to go outside. But don't you have to be busy with business? I won't leave today?"

"I haven't returned to the camp for many years. The Grand Marshal promised that I don't have to go back tonight. I can talk to you, Shuai Liu, and drink some hard drinks."

"Ship Liu, although the eldest young master is a playboy and a waste, he is also the grandson of the Grand Marshal in any case. You have to let the veterans be more at ease and let him suffer a little, but don't make a good deal, otherwise it will be difficult for the Grand Marshal to explain."

Hearing He Feng's words, Liu Dalong nodded and smiled, "Of course, you don't need to remind me of this, of course I won't let something happen to him."
Chapter completed!