Invincible Celestial Master System

The members of the ninth team looked at everything in front of them with wide eyes, as if they had discovered something.

No wonder Gan Hongbo stayed in the ninth team and hardly ever went home.

No wonder he always said that he would ask Grandpa to settle accounts with them, but he never did it.

They originally thought that Gan Hongbo didn't want to target them, but now it seems...

Normally, they might target Gan Hongbo, but today they are not in that mood.

Wanting to dissuade him, seeing the aura of the old man, he could only silently stand aside and watch Gan Hongbo get beaten.

Brother Bo, don't blame us, it's not that we don't care about you, it's just that your old man is terrible.

"Grandpa and my teammates are still here, can you save me some face!"

"I can see, I am old but not blind, I can see so many living people!"

You see it and still don't give me face...

Those who admired Gan Hongbo's family background even felt sorry for Gan Hongbo.

What did he suffer?
Mr. Gan beat up Gan Hongbo, let out a breath of refreshment, and then looked at the more than 20 people at the side, but none of them left, but he was a little curious about what they were doing here.

"What are you doing here?"

Everyone didn't dare to speak, they looked at Gan Hongbo.

Gan Hongbo, who had endured everything, slowly shed tears. How could he be fooled by the captain and bring his teammates back? How can he gain a foothold in Team Nine after that?

"Grandpa, our captain gave us a task, let us listen to the story." Gan Hongbo slapped himself.

"I've mispoken."

"Let us ask you about the battlefield."

Only then did Mr. Gan withdraw his cold gaze.

The corners of everyone's mouths twitched, it seemed that there was a reason for Gan Hongbo's beating, his mouth was too stupid, wouldn't he be able to coax people?
Guo Jingjing stepped forward and saluted Mr. Gan.

"Hi, Grandpa Gan. Brother Bo and I are teammates. I take the liberty of calling you Grandpa Gan."

"It's like this. Our captain told us this morning how great the martyrs who sacrificed for the country are, and we admire them from the bottom of our hearts."

"In addition to the task assigned by the captain, let us come and hear how your older generation led us to move forward in that fiery age. We really admire you so much, so we came here."

This set of flattery is called beautiful, and the cause and effect are clearly explained.

Glancing at his useless grandson, Mr. Gan smiled and said, "Your captain has a heart, and you have a heart. Let's go, I'll take you to the pavilion outside and say, there are too many of you, you can't sit down."

Seeing his grandfather behaving kindly to outsiders and staring at himself, Gan Hongbo felt that he was embarrassed.

The group of people came to the gazebo outside, and Mr. Gan thoughtfully prepared tea and snacks, and slowly talked about their past experiences.

Even Gan Hongbo, who didn't like listening to his grandfather nagging about the past before, listened quietly.

When Mr. Gan talked about the victory of the war, they would cheer together, when he talked about the death of his teammates, they would cry together, and when he talked about the danger, they would worry...

Time passed slowly, Father Gan came to the gazebo and listened quietly without knowing what to do.

Looking at Mr. Gan who was so excited and foaming at the mouth, he seemed to think of his father when he was young, he was also in high spirits, until Gan Hongbo grew up...

Ahem, Mr. Gan sighed more, saying that his old Gan's family had no successors, and he even thought about whether he should ask for a second child and kick Gan Hongbo out.

Unknowingly, at noon, Father Gan asked someone to prepare meals in advance. After eating happily, everyone automatically returned to the gazebo, listening to Mr. Gan's recounting of the past.

It wasn't until dark that they reluctantly left Gan's house.

After leaving the gate of Gan's house, everyone walked all the way to the bustling street. Looking at the brightly lit and endless stream of people in front of them, they admired those old seniors even more.

Several people even subconsciously looked at the place where the heroic soul had stood beside them, eager to see them.

No wonder they always have an expression of hating iron and steel, no wonder they are relentless when they beat them.

That was anger and disappointment!

The good days they fought with their lives are not cherished, they must be heartbroken, right?
Later, they realized that those heroic souls just felt sorry for them wasting their time.

The same scene happened simultaneously in three other places in the capital.

At night, those who returned to Team Nine were silent.

Some people even softly called the names of the heroic souls around them, but seeing that they didn't show up, they felt empty in their hearts.

That night, everyone in Team Nine suffered from insomnia. The next day they got up early in tacit understanding and came to the training ground.

Looking at the tall and straight people staring at the dark circles under their eyes, Chen Fan nodded in satisfaction.

"Yesterday you got to know the older generation and heard the stories of the older generation, so today, let's talk about the Cheetah Camp."

Everyone was taken aback for a moment, thinking that what awaited them was redoubled training, but they didn't expect Chen Fan to tell them about the Cheetah Camp.

What is there to say about the Cheetah Battalion? There are nine teams in total, and the nine teams are the reserve team. There is a team leader, a squadron leader, and 9 team leaders.

There is a rock beside the training ground of the third team training camp, and the captain of the third team always likes to stand on it.

The place where those guys in the cafeteria ate, Lao Wu in the shooting range had a daughter, there was a confession under the podium of the sixth team, and so on.

Only unexpected, nothing they don't know, they are much more familiar with Cheetah Camp than Chen Fan.

Before they could think too much, Chen Fan's voice came from above.

"Do you know how many people there are in the Cheetah Battalion?"

Everyone: "..." What kind of fairy question is this.

"Then I'll change the question."

"Do you know how many people there are in a team?"

A person in the front quickly raised his hand, "Report, I know!"

"how many people?"

"Report to the captain, 49 people!" Looking at Chen Fan with burning eyes, he hoped that Chen Fan would praise him. He looked like a child who wanted to beg for candy.

Chen Fan nodded, motioned him to sit down, and took out a stack of documents from the table.

"You are talking about the current number of people in the first team. I am asking about the total number of people. Does anyone know?"

Seeing no one answered, Chen Fan said slowly: "The first team has a total of 297 members, 49 of them are currently in the ranks, 237 are retired, and 11 died in the mission."

Everyone was startled, and then understood what Chen Fan meant.

"The number of sacrifices in the first team is the least." Because their captain is a smiling tiger, full of tricks, and the soldiers under him have been infected after a long time, and they are also the most exciting team among the teams.

"The second team has a total of 304 people, 47 are in the ranks, 214 are discharged from the army, and 43 died during the mission. Two of the seven-member teams were targeted by people from the Wagua Kingdom during the mission and threatened them with the lives of a whole city. Just grab it."

"14 people were captured alive and tortured by them with various methods. They didn't disclose any news until their death."