"I have always admired abstraction, but style cannot be forced. Sometimes, a person's thoughts should be expressed in the most direct way, whether it is painting or doing things." Gustin glanced at Lu Bo Ka, then he turned his attention to the colonels, "You have been in my study for so long, and you haven't even said a word. It seems that you are probably abstract." "I can't draw any bird paintings. , Chief of Staff, I just want you to raise your hand and let us see the general." Colonel Stu, who once single-handedly swept through the Crusaders' cavalry brigade with an RPG, was the first to speak out, letting him see his overly strong body. It looked like an upright brown bear, and its dull guttural voice passed through the loudspeaker equipment, causing the sky above the square to buzz and tremble. "Has the general summoned anyone?" Gustin asked him, his blue eyes full of surprise. "No need to act any more. If the general wants to summon someone, do we need to talk nonsense to you here?" Next to Stu, the short and capable Saru sneered and looked out the window, "What, the communications soldiers have their speakers set up? Okay, you have nothing to say to the brothers below? " "If the general can't see you today, should I stop talking nonsense forever?" Gustin asked lightly. "That's not something you and I can have the final say on." Saru took a step forward. She was shorter than an ordinary woman, and she looked very powerful at the moment. "No one in the Red Front has ever dared to wear the star. , the four of us are the current first-level executive officers, and we are all standing here. Chief of Staff, you must come up with an explanation today. Don't force us to do things we don't want to do. " "Everyone on the Red Front can come together. . If you were asked to sum it up in one word, what would you choose?" Gustin ignored him. Instead, he looked at the only lieutenant in the room. "Destiny," Lupoca answered. "Yes, it is fate. You can never resist fate." The First Chief of Staff, who was only wearing casual clothes, smiled approvingly, with a face that revealed the sinister beauty of a bird of prey, all indifferent and calm. "Colonels, my destiny is to assist the general. , the fate of you and the soldiers outside is to fight for the Red Front until the end of your life. Everyone finally has a common direction. It is better not to be impatient if we can sit down and talk about some things. At this time, you tell us not to rush? We haven't seen the general for several months. All the news about him comes from your mouth. Chief of Staff, I know you are a great wise man. But we are not fools. In this situation, even if something unexpected happens to the general, you should tell it frankly instead of being secretive." Saru snorted, "This is not our personal intention. You'll know if you listen outside." The noise began to ring out from the square, and the soldiers who had been silent all started shouting. Like a hurricane, the wave of sound sweeping through the crowd grew louder and more violent. It even shook the door and windows of the study room. "General! We want to see the general!" the soldiers roared, and the back row pushed the front row. Like surging lava from a volcano crater. "When they lose patience and rush in, even if you want to say it, you may not have a chance." Saru smiled grimly. "We all know that there is only one man in the world who deserves to be called a general." In the chaos, the first chief of staff glanced at him and suddenly spoke loudly. The square immediately fell silent. In the blink of an eye, a chorus of terrifying shouts shook the earth, "Hart! Hart! Hart!" "We all know that there is only one father of the Red Front." Gustin stood up and raised his voice. , straighten your body. "Long live Hart!" All the soldiers in the square held their guns on their shoulders and stood at attention. "Has this general, this father, ever disappointed anyone? If he wants you to fight, do you dare to bleed? If he wants you to die, are you willing to give up your head?!" Gustin was as sharp as a knife His eyes were directed at several colonels. In the study room, everyone crossed their legs vigorously and saluted solemnly. The sound waves from the loudspeakers spread across the square, into residential areas, and throughout the mountains. All men, women, and children who heard this name, no matter what they were doing, put down their work and shouted in the direction of the stone castle, "Fight for him! Die for him! Long live, long live, long live the general!!!" Some people were shouting, some were crying, and some raised their guns and fired wildly into the sky. The tongues of flames erupted from Ban's machine gun echoed in the high sky. There was a huge earthquake among the mountains, and the frightened birds scattered all over the sky. For the people living here, Hart is not just a name, but a symbol, a spiritual pillar equivalent to heaven. He is not a god. God will not go among the people, lead them to fight, and bleed for them. After running away from a wealthy business family and leaving a wealthy life, he became a doctor.In the beginning, I just drove alone, carrying medicines and supplies, and trekked through the mountains to help people in need in poor areas. It wasn't until one day, when he passed by a farm that had been cleared by the Crusaders and saw the brutally dismembered body of a girl, that he organized the predecessor of the Red Front, a guerrilla group of less than a hundred people. Since the Red Front began to take shape, Hart has strongly advocated the cultivation of fire poppy and built a series of processing plants. From plants to finished products, it is completely self-produced and sold, and the sales network covers the entire Western Region. A steady stream of drug money is used to purchase anti-satellite electronic systems, arms supplies, and even build small hospitals and schools. ¡°Few people are forced to take drugs. Rather than letting the real poor people suffer, it would be better to let those scum spend their lives to their heart¡¯s content. Hart's ideas have always been sharp and direct, just like his leading style. The only time the Crusaders successfully blocked his troops and gained the upper hand in the battle was when the Red Front had just merged with another independent armed force that was actively invading. At that time, Hart used less than 5,000 troops to defeat the armed force with an overwhelming numerical advantage. After plundering the property that the opponent had accumulated over the years, he led his troops around the southern border, fighting and retreating, and forcibly retreated from the Holy Cult. A hole was torn open in the army's encirclement and disappeared into the vast mountains. Such a legendary figure is the backbone of the entire Red Front. Now his life and death are unknown, and his whereabouts are unknown, which makes the army increasingly restless. Senior officials are on pins and needles. Several colonels gathered their direct troops today just to force the palace, but the performance of the first chief of staff at the critical moment still caught them off guard. "If you are willing to fight and die, why are you unwilling to wait? I don't need to say more about what kind of person the general is. Does Colonel Salu think that he is the kind of person who will leave the people and run away without even leaving a word? A coward?" When the fanatical crowd slowly calmed down, Gustin looked into Saru's eyes and asked solemnly. "The chief of staff is right!" "The general can never be a coward!" "Whoever dares to look at the general like this will be shot!" Angry roars came from the square, and the soldiers' stance seemed to have subtly changed. Facing those eyes as deep as the sea, Saru couldn't help but take a step back. He has never underestimated Gustin, and he is well aware of the development history of the Red Front in the middle and later stages. This man's mind can be regarded as the sharpest weapon in the hands of the general. But today, when he had no choice but to unite with other colleagues to launch a massive attack, he truly realized what a terrifying opponent this was. Gustin had already seen that he was the leader of this military remonstrance from the beginning, but only at this moment did he counterattack with a few understatement words, and almost defeated him in one blow. "We are just worried about the general's safety." Saru's voice was hoarse, and the veins on his forehead were clearly showing his murderous intent. Hart had specifically designated that in his absence. Gustin is the only holder of supreme power. Threatening the supreme commander with force can naturally be regarded as a mutiny, which is a capital crime anyway. He didn't expect to be judged to have failed in advance before he asked anything. "Where is the chief of staff? Arrest all these rebels!" It seems that the outcome of failure has long been doomed. With the sound of footsteps in the corridor, the cold command of the captain of the special guard sounded like a death knell. As the only one that does not take orders from the United Front Work Department. The special guard force, which is directly dispatched by the leader, only has one company of personnel, but all of them are veterans who have experienced hundreds of battles and killed many people. Saru also hesitated about how to bypass these guys and face the chief of staff directly. In the end, he took the advice of his deputy and induced the general's young daughter to go hunting and let the entire guard team go. Hunting is hunting after all, unlike fishing. If you can¡¯t catch something, you can blow it up with a grenade. It seemed that the unruly princess had not gained much today, and she still had no patience, so she went home early. Gustin's terrifying incitement caused no one among the thousands of soldiers in the square to stop the guards. Listening to the constant snapping of handcuffs outside, the four colonels in the room suddenly felt that they were becoming prey at gunpoint. And there is nowhere to escape. The first person to break into the study was not the guard, but the princess. A pair of high-top military leather boots, a pair of denim shorts that are too short to cover the round hips, a black elastic vest, and a steel soldier identification tag hanging on the chest - although General Hart's youngest daughter Scarlett She was only eighteen years old, but such an outfit still made her already extremely sexy figure make her nose bleed. When she walked in with a double-barreled shotgun, her lightly tanned face had a wild look like a leopard's, and her big eyes were full of anger and murderous intent. "Uncle Gustin, I heard that you are in trouble." Without looking at the others, Scarlett shook her long, light curly hair covered in sweat, and loaded the shotgun with a "click". "A girl should look like a girl. You have to learn from your sister. When she goes out,??There have never been so many frightened followers. "Although Gustin was blaming, his eyes were full of smiles and doting. Scarlett quietly winked at Gustin and said, "Speaking of followers, Uncle Gustin, do you remember Jackal? Tulu, the leader of the gang? Guess who he brought today? "As he spoke, he pointed to a person who had just walked in outside the door. The man entered the room and took off his hood. Several colonels immediately jumped up. "General! "They all saluted, with tears in their eyes. "Gustin was completely stunned. He tried his best to prevent everyone from meeting the general, precisely because the general had been assassinated some time ago. But at this moment, there was a living person Hart appeared in front of him again. Facing Gustin's doubtful gaze, Lei Luo remained silent. Although this level of facial muscle adjustment was just a minor skill for Nine Lives Heavenly Dragon Art, it was disguised here when he first arrived. The supreme leader made him feel that it was still a bit ridiculous. "Dad, you are not feeling well. Let me help you go back to your room to rest!" Scarlett saw that the purpose of the siege had been achieved, and immediately gave Lei Luo a wink. Sheriff Hoover was not allowed to come in because he was too insignificant outside. As the introducer, Tulu, the leader of the Jackal Gang, watched Lei Luo helplessly. Luo Laoshi put his arm around Scarlett's shoulders and walked towards the inner house. He was suddenly sweating. He never even dreamed that things would turn out like this.