In the military compound, security was tight, with patrolling guards marching in neat formations, shouting slogans as they passed Qin Jian's car, stopping to salute each time.
Tall pine trees lined the road, the soldiers' slogans echoed loudly, and the place exuded an imposing yet vibrant atmosphere.
It was He Fusheng's first time in such a place, feeling both excited and nervous, with a hint of exhilaration.
If he hadn't saved the commander's child, he would never have had the chance to see military life.
The car stopped downstairs, and Qin Jian led them upstairs while Xiaozhou carried several large burlap bags up before leaving.
For the first time visiting the commander's house, He Fusheng and He Yue's eyes took in the unfamiliar environment. It was indeed a military family, marked by its uniqueness.
The items on the table were arranged neatly, the shoes on the rack were orderly, the home's décor simple, yet everywhere carried the essence of military life.
