Xiao Jun couldn’t help but ask when he saw Third Uncle : "What is your relationship with my uncle?"
But, more like brothers.
Then, turning his head and seeing that Qin also couldn’t speak due to excitement, he pointed to Qin and said to Xiao Jun: "We are all his brothers."
"Brothers? My uncle has been in the military for many years and has always been very secretive. Could it be that you guys were in the same team in the military?" Xiao Jun asked.
Qin glanced at Third Uncle, seeming to ask for permission.
Third Uncle hesitated for a second, then nodded to Qin.
A unique pride radiated from Qin’s face, and then he said: "Indeed, your uncle might not have told you who we are. Have you heard of the First Special Forces?"
Xiao Jun’s face turned to shock, and even the teammates behind him held their breath.
Of course, they knew about the strongest Special Forces team that had been rumored in the military for many years.
They had done many things that made people’s blood boil.
But, almost no one had ever seen their true faces.
They were like a group of shadows, known to many but seen by none.
"Could it be, could it be that you are from that Special Forces team?" The shock on Xiao Jun’s face was palpable, even stammering a bit.
It couldn’t but shock him.
In the eyes of those like him who had enlisted, from the first day they joined, they had heard various legends about this squad, longing to join.
One thrilling event after another turned this squad into something of a myth.
Although, before the apocalypse, it had been several years since any news of them had been heard, their stories still circulated in the ranks.
And the teammates behind Xiao Jun gasped in astonishment, their faces registering shock.
Pride suffused Qin’s face as he nodded lightly and said: "I was his teammate. For many years."
Xiao Jun’s mouth hung open in shock, looking at Third Uncle, who still sat calmly by the fire, now with an even expression.
Third Uncle had returned to his simple and honest farmer’s demeanor, an ordinary-looking man with a slightly dark but seemingly honest face.
The corners of his eyes were wrinkly, making him appear just like an ordinary person.
Xiao Jun knew the man before him was extraordinary, the charisma he now exuded was utterly different from what he had felt during the day, as though he was a different person.
So, he continued to ask: "Are you, are you also from the Special Forces?"
Third Uncle chuckled and lifted his slightly dark face, saying: "I am your uncle’s team leader."
It was like a bomb dropped into Xiao Jun and his companions’ minds.
If the Special Forces team was a legend, then the team leader, Azure Dragon, was the person everyone aspired to become.
This man who led the strongest Special Forces had once personally taken the head of an enemy leader from hundreds without getting hurt.
Before the apocalypse, he was placed on a black list with a bounty of several hundred million dollars by an Island Country, who harbored deep hatred towards him. Yet Xiao Jun and his peers held this man with the utmost reverence.
The King of Soldiers.
No one had seen him, but everyone remembered him.
He had long since left the Martial World, but the legends of him and the Special Forces team still circulated.
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Third Uncle dropped his smile, his expression turned solemn, and returned a standard salute to them.