With One Order, All Mankind Will Follow Me Into Another World

seaside town.

It is October, the golden autumn.

The crabs raised here are more than rhubarb, attracting many seafood dealers from other places to come to buy them one after another.

In addition, due to the proximity to the sea.

The oysters here are all plump.

Seafood is even more lively and extremely lively.

Not only seafood sellers, they come here to shop and sell in other places.

More inexplicable tourists who enjoy fresh seafood are also coming in an endless stream.

In one day, there are hundreds of thousands of new faces in this town, all of them tourists from other places.

Among them, a seafood market in the town.

A middle-aged man in his thirties, from the back of the pickup truck, carried down the freshly caught seafood, basket after basket.

And, one by one, they are carried into the market and placed in their own booths.

Although, it is morning.

But inside the market, there are many customers coming and going.

Some are chefs who run restaurants in towns.

Every morning, I have to come to the market to purchase materials.

The ability to choose seafood is even more important than their culinary skills.

Some are tourists from neighboring cities.

Come here early in the morning to buy ingredients and go home.

Many booths were already full of customers who made inquiries and bargaining, and there were bursts of loud noises.

When I saw a middle-aged man, he came in with seafood for sale.

The stall owner of the stall next door was busy and took time to wave and say hello.

"An, why didn't you see your son?"

"That **** can't lift it, and he can't move it... I'll let that **** help settle the bill when I'm busy."

The middle-aged man smiled honestly and responded.

"I can't blame your son for thinking that they are all like you? Veteran soldiers, strong and strong... We can carry 60 to 70 jin by ourselves, and if we have more, we have to use a trailer. "

The stall owner next door rolled his eyes.

Then, continue to be busy with the guests.

Upon seeing this, the middle-aged man did not respond.

However, these short sentences brought back bursts of memories.

The body is strong and strong, and it was all trained and exercised in the camp area.

Until now, after retiring, there has been no slack.

Whenever I have time, I also go for a run to keep myself in the best condition.

Thinking, if there is a battle, the summons will come back!

You can't, with a big belly, go back and make your comrades laugh at it!

With that, the years passed.

The idea of ​​returning to battle is getting stronger and stronger, but he knows very well...

Now the soldiers in the camp are all excellent, even better than him!

With these people here, it is enough to protect the home!

No need at all, an old soldier like him.

Thinking of this, he sighed slightly when he moved the seafood.

On his face, there was a look of sadness and melancholy.

And then, he moved all the seafood into the stall.

Preparations are in place.

After the sale started, more and more customers in his booth and inquiries to buy.

More than half an hour later, a teenager in his teens walked over quickly and entered the booth.

Help the middle-aged man, weigh the bags, collect the money and settle accounts.

After being busy for a while, I just had some free time while there were not many guests.

The middle-aged man wiped his sweat and looked at his son with some dissatisfaction.

"Why so late?"

"I just found something nice in the drawer...I continued to look at it."

The boy replied.

Then, he reached out to his pocket and took it out for a while.

From his pocket, he took out a red medal.

Under the lighting of the market lights and the sun, it glows with a little golden light, which is very beautiful.

"Why did you take it out, brat!"

The middle-aged man sternly scolded.

Afterwards, he didn't care to greet the guests, seemed a little anxious, and grabbed the medal with a quick action.

Just like a baby, carefully put it into the pocket.

"Dad, what is that?"

The teenager shrank his head, and after being trained, he felt a little timid.

But still couldn't help but be curious.

"This is a second-class medal!"

A middle-aged man, very serious and solemn.

Back then, when he was still young.

During an exercise training, a child fell from a building.

He hurriedly picked it up with both hands.

But the strong impact of falling from the building shattered his right arm.

Afterwards, the child was rescued.

In order not to drag down the team and win the practice game, he endured the pain and continued to perform the task.

As a result, the best time for treatment is missed.

So much so that his right hand left the root of the disease.

Although it does not affect life, it can be used.

But as soon as it was lifted, there was a trembling visible to the naked eye, and it could not be stabilized.

Already, it is impossible to continue to fight with guns in the camp.

Finally, retired due to injury.

This second-class medal is his reward for saving lives.

For him, this is his glory and his past!

It is also his obsession with the camp!

He can see that it is more important than life!

"Dad, you've retired for so many years, it's time to let go."

"Even if we want to recall, it must be for young people... There will be no more middle-aged people in their thirties and forties."

Looking at the middle-aged man, he was a little down.

The young man only felt that he had done something wrong, and quickly comforted him slowly.

"I know……"

The middle-aged man sighed and shook his head.

Even a teenage child knows about this, how could he not know it.

However, even in this lifetime, he will not be recalled again.

But he is still the same, and he will not relax.

Until old age, until death!

This is his strict requirements for himself!

Even if it is only half possible, as long as he needs to, he can...

There will be a battle to return!

"That's no chance... to find you twenty..."

The teenager pouted and turned around to deal with the guests.

"The stinky boy came to comfort your father..."

The middle-aged man laughed and cursed.

I want to go up and help.

It's just that there was just one move.

Suddenly, the phone in his arms vibrated.

A melodious bell rang out.

"Hello? Who?"

The middle-aged man was connected, and he was accustomed to ask.

On the other end of the phone, it was not the voice he was familiar with.

It was a very serious, very solemn voice.

"This is the southeast camp. Are you two in three rows, numbered 483... General Wu An!?"

boom!

Hearing that, the middle-aged man's brain exploded.

coming!

finally come!

The camps match, the platoons match, and the numbers match!

This number, after leaving the camp.

It has been seven or eight years since he had heard it again.

And this phone call, he has been looking forward to for many years, waiting for many years.

A phone call from the camp!

"I'm!"

The middle-aged man straightened his waist and stood in a military posture, not at all unfamiliar.

His expression became even more resolute.

A response is even more decisive!

"According to the instructions of the human camp... I specially call you back to the team!"

"I found your signal, at the third seafood market in the seaside town... Please report to the second park in the seaside town in half an hour!" "This mission... concerns the millions of human beings in the seaside town! It is also for, Protect the entire human race!"

"Thank you... for your contribution!"

Over there, speak again.

Will be instructed and informed in detail.

"Yes!"

Middle-aged man, drink it immediately!

In his expression, there is no hesitation at all!

Don't say it, it's for humans.

That is, a small task, as long as he needs him, then he is bound to!

Simple, after a few conversations.

The call was immediately hung up.

As soon as the middle-aged man put away his mobile phone, he walked straight out of the booth.

"Dad, where are you going?"

The teenager was busy, and he was a little puzzled when he saw the middle-aged man's movements.

After a while, when everyone gets up, the market business will be better.

At this time, how to do business.

"Child, you can just watch."

The middle-aged man had a resolute look on his face.

There is no more beginning, the appearance of sigh and emotion.

I saw him ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ with a firm gaze, Yoyo looking into the distance.

Body, straight.

Head up high!

He touched his pocket and took out a medal that reflected golden light.

The wounded, trembling right hand that once couldn't hold a gun.

It was actually controlled by him, clenching his teeth!

Until, the medal is perfectly worn on the chest.

During the whole process, the arm does not vibrate at all!

"Your dad...I'm going back to the team!"

"This mission...to protect humanity!"

After speaking, the middle-aged man turned around and left the market.

Retired soldiers will return if they are called!