All Stars Are My Food Fans

The person being questioned looked a little nervous, but after having been on the battlefield, he was still quite stable, and he could communicate with Mo Si more smoothly after shaking his head twice.

Mo Si seriously asked about some subsidies from the Federation after leaving the legion, some preferential treatment for the garrisoned army, and whether some care in the military hospital was in place.

The name of each of his post-retirement subsidies was clearly stated, which surprised the old soldier, "I gave it all, and it's all there."

"I get it every year."

"Is your training mandatory for the garrison?"

"No, no, no." The veteran waved his hand quickly, "I want to train myself." He smiled a little embarrassedly, rubbing the corners of his clothes with his cracked hands, "After so many years, I learned to use armor... …”

"Although I'm a little injured, I can't go to the battlefield, but I don't want to rest. I'll do this. I'm afraid that after a long rest, I won't even be able to do this."

That's really nothing.

Although there is a subsidy in hand, my heart will still be empty.

After speaking, he couldn't help but add: "This is my own strong request, Admiral... Shouldn't the garrison be considered a violation of the rules?"

The worry on his face was obvious, and it seemed that the federal garrison was indeed a good place.

A soft expression appeared on Mosi's serious face, "It's not a violation."

"That's good."

After a few more chats, Mo Si said goodbye to the veteran. Before leaving, the general stopped and turned around and said: "Your training has been very fruitful, and you can restore your original 80% of the feeling in the 9th Corps."

His voice fell, and the cloak was gently lifted by the wind that he turned around, and the veteran heard it and froze in place.

9th Army?

How did the admiral know...he was in the Ninth Army before he retired due to injury?

After greeting the veteran, Mosi asked two more recruits according to the outline previously drafted by the military.

All activities went well, and the follow-up media also got first-hand information.

Qiu Dao and Chang Bei stood behind.

"It doesn't seem to be anything special." Changbei felt strange, "I thought the general chose the garrison this year for something else... or according to the rules and regulations."

"I feel that Qiu Dao is thinking too much, it has nothing to do with what power or noble." Changbei said, sighing, "I think it is the general who remembered the wounded veteran, so I came to see it specially. of."

"Also a possibility."

In short, this morning, Mo Si conscientiously completed the task that he should complete.

Then in the conversation with the commander-in-chief, the 'student' was naturally mentioned.

"Yes, it is our tradition to cooperate with federal universities to allow students to come to military training."

"Admiral, do you want to see the students' military training?" The commander-in-chief said with a smile, "They are all freshmen of the Federal University's mecha individual division, and they will be the backbone of us in the future."

He wanted to go to hell.

Even after this sentence, my heart thumped wildly.

But in the camera, in front of the commander-in-chief, he just moved his head slightly, feeling that he was just being invited, not expecting at all: "Then go take a look."

They went to the training ground.

Mo Si only stood on the high platform of the training ground and looked at the students.

The people below also saw them. Under the leadership of the instructor, everyone quickly moved, carrying weights, crossing obstacles, and running—

The crowd was crowded, but Mosi saw her at a glance.

As if accepting the call of fate, Jiang Qiuqiu, who had just finished a lap, also turned his head and glanced here.

Eye to eye.

Passionate.

Mo Si thought, he suddenly knew the taste of missing.