Cao Gang was still immersed in the glorious years of the past, his eyes gradually turning red, but he hid it well, and no one present noticed.
Because he knew, the General didn't like men crying.
In those days, the golden iron horses, swallowing miles like a tiger; now, under the Fuli Temple, there's an atmosphere of hollow pomp.
He is now in the Southern Wilderness Combat Zone, serving as the chief instructor, living a peaceful life, repeating several tasks every day, and drinking alone when bored.
It's nothing like those days of following the General through life and death, crossing the Amazon River seven times making the enemy afraid to even show their heads, like ancient turtles retreating into their shells.
Ye Tian sensed Cao Gang's complex emotions, feeling a bit amused but mostly deeply moved.
Four years of military life, he always followed him.
Yun Yi looked at Ye Tian who was still so indifferent, somewhat annoyed, and coughed twice, increasing his tone:
