Chapter 703: You fight in the front, and I will guard Huaxia

An Yinan frowned, "What do you mean?"

"Let me explain what comes next." The old gentleman looked at Yun Fei, who was about to speak, and pressed his hand down.

At the end of his life, in this era when the young woman before him was rising, he wanted to do something for her, even if it meant bearing a lifetime of infamy!

He accepted it willingly.

"In the last ten years, including this year, Huaxia has only received invitations to the Gun King Special Training three times."

"The first two times, there was only one spot each, and the people died in that special training; they never returned."

"We have limited information regarding what the special training entails or who is inside."

"This year is the third time, and there are three spots, with the people specifically named!"

The old gentleman's voice was steady, speaking of ordinary matters as if he were chatting about daily life.

"Three? I'm one of them!" An Yinan said with certainty, then thought of something and looked at Yun Fei, "And Chen Xun!"

Yun Fei did not hide it and nodded.

An Yinan smiled; no wonder!

No wonder Chen Xun made that phone call, no wonder Chen Xun didn't provide close protection for such a dangerous matter as her going to the City, and no wonder he was still nowhere to be found after she returned.

Judging by this timeline, he had gone for secret special training.

"Who is the other person?" An Yinan asked.

She was not surprised that she and Chen Xun were included.

"Zhang Qian!"

Zhang Qian?

"How could it be him?" An Yinan asked, somewhat puzzled, feeling even more the terror of the Gun King Special Training.

If Chen Xun was at the height of his fame, had made a name for himself internationally, and was a target of attention for various countries—even during the City mission, Chen Xun had to appear elsewhere midway just to appease the anxiety of other nations, which showed his international influence.

As for her, it was mostly because of the City affair.

But what about Zhang Qian?

It wasn't that she doubted Zhang Qian's ability, but rather his personality; with Chen Xun blocking in front, he was willing to shrink into the background, and they cooperated together.

Although they were two people, they could also be called shadows in name.

Whether on the battlefield or anywhere else, they only needed one look to understand each other's intentions.

Yet, the Gun King Special Training had specifically noticed him.

"They all went to the special training, didn't they? They both chose to go!" An Yinan did not doubt it; she didn't even hesitate, stating the answer directly.

The old gentleman nodded, "Yes, they both chose to go."

"However, you are different."

"Nan Nan, you are not a soldier; you can refuse." The old gentleman was being selfish at this moment; with An Yinan, there were many possibilities.

This Gun King Special Training—they were putting them in check!

An Yinan smiled; that low voice, even the upturned corners of her eyes, lacked the usual coquettishness, lacked even a hint of pity, and even...

Carried a bit of flamboyance and wantonness; her laughter held mockery.

"Refuse?" An Yinan smiled, not at the old gentleman, for he was the person she respected most in her heart.

All her emotions were because of the Gun King Special Training.

"If I refuse, how will the international community judge me, An Yinan?"

As she asked, she scanned the room, her gaze too sharp for anyone to meet directly.

"They will say, Huaxia, cowards!"

"They will say, I, An Yinan, am a woman who cannot carry the banner of Huaxia."

An Yinan said, every word clear and distinct.

"I can endure it, but!"

"Huaxia cannot!"

"The people of Huaxia cannot!"

"My family cannot, and my children cannot either!"

She stood up; the woman who had been sitting now pressed both hands onto the conference table, her upper body leaning forward, carrying a hint of aggressive intent.

"I will absolutely not let Huaxia be shamed, even if I die!"

Her eyes were blood-red, her hands clenched into fists; as she scanned everyone, they looked at her.

They suddenly realized she was not who they thought she was.

She didn't seem to need their protection; she had already grown into a towering tree, sufficient to guard Huaxia.

Instead of being a small flower under their protection.

Flowers are certainly beautiful, certainly fragrant.

But the flowers of a greenhouse cannot withstand the invasion of cold winds or the battering of rainstorms.

However...

An Yinan!

She can.

"Good!" The old gentleman's voice was quite loud, his gaze filled with admiration and wonder.

Every time, An Yinan refreshed his understanding.

Every time they thought she had reached her limit, she would use facts to tell everyone that she had only just begun, and her future was limitless!

"Nan Nan, I said before: you fight in the front, and I will guard Huaxia well." The old gentleman's gaze, once peaceful, slowly turned sharp.

His body was now at the end of its rope, relying entirely on the Health Pill to hold on.

But...

Half a year, he thought, he could hold on.

"Alright!" At this moment, An Yinan nodded obediently, like a junior listening to the words of an elder.

"I will enter special training tonight; for now, I want to go home."

She needed to say goodbye.

To her grandmother, to her relatives, to her children.

Even to her friends.

She had many ties; this time, she wanted to be draped in the red flag, tread upon thorns, and step by step, let Huaxia make its mark internationally.

Let those people see that as long as Huaxia is given a stage, the pride and unyielding nature of the Huaxia people, the persistence and tenacity of the Huaxia people, and the spirit of the Huaxia people will be displayed before the world.

"Good!" The old gentleman nodded, then looked at Yun Fei, "I leave her to you."

Yun Fei immediately saluted.

On this day, An Yinan and Yun Fei's Guard left; Yun Fei had instructed the Guard that his job today was to follow An Yinan's arrangements.

"Leader, where to?" the Guard asked.

"The Military District Compound." An Yinan stated her first destination.

"Yes!" The car started; at this time, there were not many people outside, only a few scattered people passing by on bicycles, and the military jeep sped along the road.

"Nan Nan?" Liu Xicai was feeding the two little ones; by now, the two little ones had already eaten quite a bit of food.

However, Xiaobao was a bit picky; whatever she didn't want to eat, she would stuff into Dabao's mouth, and Dabao's helpless and resigned expression always made everyone laugh.

"Mama."

Upon hearing the familiar name, Dabao immediately turned his head and saw his mother.

He then stood up and trotted over.

Dabao was already quite steady now, his little legs moving rapidly, filled with eagerness, "Mama, back, Mama don't go."

Hearing Dabao's words, An Yinan's eyes grew sore, tears filled her eye sockets, and the soreness spread, surging into her heart.

A mother must be strong, but a mother is also soft, with a soft heart.

The child's simple words struck directly at her heart.