The dawn light was faint.
Zhuang Jun had already left Great Xia, finding himself in the foreign land of Shapudian.
He stood outside a makeshift cabin, gazed at the warplanes roaring across the sky, and felt a sense of wonder: "So this is the battlefield."
Last night at ten.
After a long flight, the fighter jet he was on finally landed at Plante Airport.
This long journey left a deep impression on him.
He had seen the great rivers and mountains of his homeland from the warplane, experienced the thrill of fast maneuvers, and witnessed aerial refueling firsthand.
Zhuang Jun genuinely felt that this trip was damn worth it.
When he returns to school, he can brag about it for at least two years!
In short.
Thanks to the summons from Ghost Lord!
"Creak!"
An adjacent portable house's door was pushed open with a soft sound.
A captain came out and asked with a smile: "Lieutenant Zhuang, how did you sleep last night?"
