Chapter 81: The Hero Arrives

The British coastal area in Europe was temporarily transformed into a base for the US military. After the leaders of the United States, United Kingdom, and Soviet Union decided to form an alliance and invade Germany, the American base quickly expanded to five times its original size.

Tents were set up for the military forces that were ordered to gather there by the five-star general. More weapons and ammunition were constantly being transported to the base. This was only the preparation stage for the US fleet.

In addition to soldiers crossing the strait by ship to land on the coast of Germany, there were also thousands of Air Force fighter jets preparing in other bases. This was the eve of a massive battle, with over 100,000 US soldiers camped in the base, waiting for the time to attack.

At this time, shirtless US soldiers were exercising in the open space of the camp, surrounded by the atmosphere of hormones.

The news that "Major Kyle's plane is about to arrive" quickly spread throughout the base, and Kyle became a symbol of the strength and conquest of the US.

"The hero is coming!"

This slogan, which had the power to instantly halt the misbehavior and crying of German children, had a different effect on the ears of US people and soldiers: it was a rallying cry for group encouragement.

Within 30 seconds, almost all idle UA soldiers rushed to the HQ shutdown area. The roads within the HQ were filled with flying dust for a moment. Joseph, who was also in the base, opened the windows and doors of the conference room for officers.

He looked at the enthusiastic soldiers outside and couldn't help but sigh. "Kyle, that kid, is really impressive. As long as he's here, the morale of the entire base will soar. That's the charm of a war hero."

Brandt sat gloomily in his office chair, staring blankly at the suddenly lively base. He pursed his lips and said nothing.

Joseph blinked and said, "Brandt, are you still troubled by the previous conflict? I think Kyle has already forgotten about that small matter."

"Of course he forgot," Brandt shook his head and said angrily, "I'm still a second lieutenant. He's a major and an American hero. It's an honor for me to compete with an American hero in marksmanship."

J

Joseph sighed inwardly, knowing that Brandt was still unable to let go of the past during his training. It had been less than a year since a recruit that he didn't think highly of had made a name for himself, and it was damaging to the reputation of a recruit instructor. But who could be blamed for this?

"Then I'll go and take a look. It's very dusty outside. You can stay in the room." After Joseph finished speaking, he put on his hat and walked out of the meeting room, closing the door and windows behind him.

Brandt was left alone in the office, wanting to complain but ultimately sighing and staying quiet. He had originally hoped to have two American heroes emerge from the recruits he taught at the same time...

In the shutdown area of the main base, the transport jet hummed as it slid down from the end of the runway and stopped on the ground. Four soldiers with guns jumped down from the door first and lowered the stairs.

Kyle stepped out of the transport jet, wearing his usual black and cold special combat suit. He had two small energy pistols tied to the outside of his legs and a sodium-carbon steel sword with a leather sheath hanging on his back. The combat suit bore a devil's cross symbol on the chest and the UA major's insignia on the left shoulder.

The sun outside was very bright. Kyle wanted to shield his eyes with his hand, but as soon as he stepped out of the transport jet and looked straight ahead, he was momentarily stunned. Tens of thousands of UA soldiers in military combat suits stood in the large open space next to the transport jet, as far as the eye could see.

When they saw Kyle, they didn't make any disrespectful gestures like cheering or whistling. Instead, they raised their hands and clapped with love and respect on their faces. The waves of applause merged into a thunderous sound that echoed across the main base.

"Kyle, you're finally back," said Fury, a black officer wearing an eye patch, as he excitedly made his way towards Kyle.

"You said I'm a war maniac, how could I not be in a large-scale war?" Kyle shrugged, hugged Fury, and patted each other's backs.

"Ow, your strength has improved a lot. Use less force," Fury said, taking a deep breath and stepping back half a step.

"It's so-so," Kyle said with a smile. The physique of a super soldier was fixed at its peak and couldn't be improved through exercise. Fury suspected that the increase in strength was due to the continuous growth of the Venom Suit on Kyle's body.

"Kyle!" a loud voice called out. Joseph also made his way through the crowd of soldiers with some effort.

"Instructor Joseph, you're here too," Kyle said, nodding to him. "You often go back to New York. How is Lucy doing?"

"She's fine. I've already spoken to the local police station. Don't worry," Joseph said with a smile.

"Thank you. Next time you go back, please bring something for her," Kyle said, nodding. He hadn't forgotten about Lucy, who lived in his home, but the battlefield had been in Europe and he didn't have much time to return to New York.

"No problem," Joseph agreed.

"Kyle, I'm not just here to pick you up. I'm also here with General Chester orders. He asked me to go to the base command room to see him immediately after you arrived at the main base," Fury said.

"General Chester, the commander-in-chief of the allied forces in this battle," Kyle said, nodding. He immediately followed Fury.

As Kyle walked forward, the crowd of soldiers parted, making a clear path for him. Except for the soldiers of the original training base, the 102nd Regiment, and the Roaring Commandos, the rest of the frontline troops and new recruits had never seen Kyle before. Seeing the war hero in person, their hearts were stirred.