Chapter 827: Training Base

"Let's go, let's go in and take a look." Gu Ping pulled Chen Yu along and went inside.

A squad of drilling guards marched over shouting slogans. Leading them was a man with a dark complexion. Seeing Gu Ping, he was equally moved. The squad stopped, and the man shouted, "Attention, salute!"

The squad of guards stood straight and saluted Gu Ping.

"Welcome back, Team Leader." The man's expression was emotional.

"Lao Hei." Gu Ping's eyes welled up with tears, and he stepped forward to give the man a bear hug.

"Captain, everyone has been waiting for you. Let's go." The man wiped his slightly reddened eyes.

"Brother Yu, let me introduce you. This is my team member, Lao Hei." Gu Ping laughed. "Lao Hei, this is Brother Yu, my savior. If it weren't for him, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to come back in this lifetime."

"Thank you." Lao Hei saluted Gu Ping; his gratitude toward Chen Yu was heartfelt.

Gu Ping took Chen Yu inside, giving him a rough introduction as they walked.

It turned out that this base was a special training base, and the team Gu Ping had previously belonged to was also a special unit, specifically tasked with handling sudden situations at the border.

The people here were battle-hardened, each with illustrious military achievements. Anyone who entered this team had to abandon all family ties and romantic relationships, dedicating their entire lives to the battlefield.

"Team Leader Gu, Team Leader Gu!" Over a dozen men came running upon hearing the news. Seeing Gu Ping, their eyes were filled with fervor; it was clear that Gu Ping held a very high status in their hearts.

After not seeing his comrades for a long time, there was inevitably some small talk. Gu Ping hadn't returned for several years, and Lao Hei was introducing him to the situation in the team.

"Why are there a few people missing?" Gu Ping asked after patrolling the team for a moment.

"A few brothers... have passed." Lao Hei lowered his head.

"Take me to see them." Gu Ping's expression dimmed slightly.

In a corner of the base was a martyrs' Graveyard, where dozens of martyrs were buried. These people had spilled their hot blood on the land of the motherland and finally lay here in eternal sleep.

Among them, some had incomplete remains, only half a body, and some even had their remains left in foreign lands, unable to be brought back; all that was buried were some of their personal belongings from when they were alive.

Gu Ping looked at the few newly added graves to the side and remained silent for a long time. He offered incense and poured wine for these brothers: "Brothers, I'm back. Rest in peace."

The group lowered their heads slightly, mourning in silence. Even Chen Yu was touched by this sorrowful atmosphere. He stood among the crowd, watching this group of people quietly.

After paying respects to his comrades, Gu Ping came to the training ground.

"Brother Yu, do you shoot?" Gu Ping asked.

"I haven't played with them before." Chen Yu shook his head.

"Laolang," Gu Ping called out.

A man stepped forward. He had a Type 95 assault rifle in his hands. With a *click*, he pulled the bolt, then assumed a shooting stance: "With the Type 95 assault rifle, you should keep the height of the sight constant. Don't spray; only tap-fire. Three-round bursts are best."

As Laolang spoke, he pulled the trigger. *Da-da-da*, three shots, and three bullets hit the target.

Laolang's marksmanship was extremely precise; all three bullets hit the bullseye. He handed the gun to Chen Yu and laughed, "Mr. Chen is a Yisheng; his hands are for saving people, but you can play with a gun."

Chen Yu took the heavy gun. At the moment he took it, his heart felt a little excited. These toys were what boys yearned for, but this was his first time touching a gun.

He shouldered the gun, aimed, and fired a single burst.

*Da-da-da*, three sounds rang out, and only one bullet hole appeared on the target.

"Three shots... hitting the same spot simultaneously." The expressions of everyone present changed.

"Has Mr. Chen played with guns before?" Laolang looked at Chen Yu in surprise.

"No, this is my first time." Chen Yu shook his head.

It was indeed his first time playing with a gun. The reason his marksmanship was so accurate had to do with his strength.

It is extremely difficult for ordinary special forces to train a sharpshooter; it requires the blessing of talent and countless bullets to feed them. But Chen Yu released his Divine Sense and locked onto the position.

"Better than Laolang on your first time? A genius," Lao Hei said in astonishment.

"I wouldn't call myself a genius. Strictly speaking, I'm cheating." Chen Yu laughed.

"Haha, Brother Yu is a practitioner of Martial Dao; his Mental Power is much stronger than an ordinary person's. Let's go, let's go see other places." Gu Ping laughed and took Chen Yu to other areas.

This morning, Chen Yu truly had his eyes opened. Gu Ping took him around, explaining the operation of tanks and armored vehicles, the usage of various weapons, and even talked about helicopters and fighter jets.

Chen Yu hadn't been so engrossed in a long time, and his memory was beyond that of an ordinary person; he could remember everything after Gu Ping explained it once. What he lacked now was practice.

As the morning was about to end, an old man walked out from the mountain. He smiled and said, "Pingping, you brat, you finally came back."

"Long Lao." Seeing the old man, Gu Ping hurriedly stepped forward and bowed.

"Hmm, not bad, your body has recovered quite well." Long Lao nodded. "How is your grandfather?"

"Long Lao, my great-grandfather is in good health. He will come to the base to see you in a few days," Gu Ping said with a smile.

"Good, good. Most of the people from our era are gone. Have him come over so we can play a few games," Long Lao said cheerfully.

Long Lao and Gu Ping's grandfather were from the same era, and Chen Yu could see that although this old man was nearly a hundred years old, there was a special power in his body. If it weren't for the injuries he had sustained before, he could still be on the battlefield today.

"Long Lao, this is Chen Yu, my savior." Gu Ping introduced Chen Yu.

"Hmm, the young man is not bad." Long Lao nodded slightly.

"Greetings, Long Lao." Chen Yu nodded slightly, then frowned and said, "Has Long Lao encountered Western Saint Luo powerhouses?"

As soon as Chen Yu finished speaking, the old man turned his head abruptly, a sharp light appearing in his eyes: "You know about Saint Luo powerhouses?"

Western Saint Luo powerhouses had strength equivalent to a Dharma Cultivator, and they were divided into ranks one through nine. The person Long Lao had encountered should not have reached the first rank yet.

But their strength was still equivalent to a Half-step Dharma Cultivator. To be able to retreat unscathed in front of someone of that level, it seemed he was no ordinary person either.

"I know a little." Chen Yu smiled. "Long Lao has an awe-inspiring righteousness about you. If I'm not mistaken, Long Lao's bloodline is different from ordinary people, which is why you had the strength to fight back when you encountered a Saint Luo powerhouse."

"Heh, his final strike of red light suppressed my Five Dragon Qi, but I didn't let him off easy either; I shattered his ribs with one punch and injured his heart meridian." Long Lao chuckled. "It was precisely because of that brat that I haven't been able to enter the battlefield all these years."

"Five Dragon Qi?" Chen Yu looked at Long Lao. "This is a heritage of an ancient bloodline, rumored to come from the Breath of the Red Dragon."

"That's right. There is a type of person in this world called Bloodline Awakened, who will awaken ancient bloodlines within their bodies." Long Lao chuckled. "The young man knows quite a lot."