Two days later in the afternoon, at the National Security Strategy Bureau Fourth Squadron Base.
The early winter sun quietly watched over the earth, the spacious training ground with the national flag fluttering in the wind. Many soldiers and medical staff gathered on the helicopter pad, silently watching the sky, no one spoke, and they dared not breathe heavily, each standing straight like tall birch trees.
Soon, a black spot appeared on the horizon, gradually accompanied by a rumbling sound, the black spot grew larger—it was a transport helicopter. Everyone watching the helicopter softened their expression, with a touch of joy and anticipation. Soon, the helicopter roared in and landed steadily on the helipad, medical staff rushed forward with carts.
