"Who goes there, halt." A highly discordant voice carried over.
Everyone followed the voice and saw a middle-aged man in military uniform. The man had the quintessential square face of his nation, with eyebrows like swords and eyes staring at Lin Tian, expressionless, yet oppressive, conveying authority without anger.
His attire and military rank indicated that he was a high-ranking officer, certainly higher than a regimental commander.
Commander Hedan hurried over and saluted impeccably, responding, "Chief of Staff, we encountered five individuals along the way. They are all from Huaxia, each with superior martial arts skills and outstanding strength. Thankfully, they were with us; otherwise, we would have been encircled and captured by the American forces."
"Huaxia people?"
