After three days, Mu Yuan ended his leave and returned to the army. He took on an international dispatch mission. Ye Ling frowned as he looked at the youth in front of him. He looked like he was reborn within a short span of a few days. His silhouette was still the familiar youth, and his eyes were still bright and clear, but the feeling that he gave others was different.
"You are going to Somalia this time to collaborate with an international aid effort. The whole journey will be a mystery. The risk factor is also big. Only Tingyun can give you the news occasionally, and I may not be able to provide support from my side. If you are being caught by the local government army or the counter-revolutionary army, my side will only rescue you secretly. We will not admit your military identity."
"I understand!" Mu Yuan said. "I'll go!"
