The sixth leader, who had flown after Chen Fan to unlock Bai Lin's cage, witnessed this scene without disturbing them.
After all, when a loved one goes to war, anyone would feel fear or sadness about the unknown battlefield.
The sixth leader opened the iron door that held Bai Lin captive.
Upon seeing the sixth leader, Bai Lin quickly asked,
"Where is Chen Tianjiao?? Where is Chen Tianjiao??"
Looking at Bai Lin, whose eyes were swollen from crying, the sixth leader slowly replied,
"He's already on the plane..."
Upon hearing this news, Bai Lin could no longer hold back her tears and burst into uncontrollable sobbing.
The sixth leader watched on, neither stopping nor comforting her. After all... crying was better than not crying, especially for a woman.
Before long, Bai Lin had cried herself almost dry.
She looked up and asked the sixth leader,
"I think agreeing to your terms three months ago, to help Chen Fan level up quickly, was a terrible mistake!!!"
Bai Lin roared.
The sixth leader heard Bai Lin's words and, after a moment of thought, spoke to her,
"Actually, this was all Chen Tianjiao's choice. To match your status in District Thirteen, Chen Tianjiao previously rashly accepted many high-difficulty, high-risk missions. But Chen Tianjiao always made it through. Don't you want to believe Chen Tianjiao this time?"
The sixth leader of District Thirteen, unaware of why Chen Fan would undertake such high-risk, high-reward missions, directly linked it to Bai Lin.
Hearing what the sixth leader of District Thirteen said, only Bai Lin herself knew why Chen Fan was striving so hard. It was for herself, and even more so for the revenge of Bai Lin and Bai Ling's grandfather.
"What is the battlefield like in District Thirteen?" Bai Lin asked, tears streaming down her face.
The sixth leader of District Thirteen shook his head and said to Bai Lin,
"I don't know. I've never been to the battlefield. I've only been to small-scale skirmishes."
"It's nothing like the battlefields in the Middle East." Hearing the sixth leader of District Thirteen's words, Bai Lin fell into thought.
A moment later.
"Sixth leader of District Thirteen, has anyone from District Thirteen ever been to the battlefield?"
Bai Lin asked.
This time, the sixth leader of District Thirteen remained silent.
After a brief pause.
"His Majesty the Right Divine Hall and Chen Fan, who returned safely."
Hearing the sixth leader of District Thirteen's words, Bai Lin immediately bolted out the door and left quickly.
The sixth leader of District Six shook his head again.
Meanwhile, on the military transport plane, Chen Fan and his companions were chatting.
In fact, Chen Fan fighting in the Middle East was commonplace, but his descriptions of the battlefield's horrors lost none of their intensity.
After all, Chen Fan had experienced his first battle, completely clueless, with bullets whizzing past his scalp.
Looking at the sleeping companions on the plane, Chen Fan's thoughts immediately turned to Bai Lin.
At this moment, Bai Lin and Su Yingxue were his only thoughts.
This was why Chen Fan had rushed forward without hesitation: to avenge Bai Lin as soon as possible, to seize the divine artifact the Thirteenth District spoke of, and to return quickly.
This was Chen Fan's mindset.
Chen Fan also fell asleep on the plane.
Meanwhile, in the Middle East.
The front lines of the Middle East African Empire were filled with stationed troops.
The commander of the group army was Marshal Carter.
To conquer the Middle East African Empire, Marshal Carter had sought help from friends from various regions three months prior, assembling a group army of 100,000 men equipped with state-of-the-art American-made equipment.
However, facing the perilous Middle East African Empire, they had lost nearly five thousand elite soldiers in three months.
Marshal Carter was currently gazing in the direction of the Middle East African Empire.
Marshal Carter had no idea where the natives of the Middle East African Empire were finding such elite soldiers. They had repeatedly attacked Marshal Carter's group army, causing him great consternation.
Even with the support of mortars and anti-tank guns, Marshal Carter could not break through the channel traps dug by the natives of the Middle East African Empire.
After all, in this region where Middle Eastern conflicts were frequent, tanks were not easily borrowed from friends.
Marshal Carter looked at the Middle East African Empire in the distance, his thoughts still on the rich oil resources beneath its soil.
As long as they occupied the Middle East African Empire, Marshal Carter could buy the troops he had borrowed from his friends at any time.
He could even form an even more powerful group army.
However, the citizens of the Middle East African Empire were previously unaware of the vast oil reserves beneath their land, and thus had not trained their own armies.
But one day, while someone was digging a well at home, layers of black water suddenly gushed out, stunning all the citizens of the Middle East African Empire. They thought it was divine punishment. When the King of the Middle East African Empire arrived, he discovered that his country was filled with rich, unexploited oil resources.
No one knew how the news leaked, but within a month, Marshal Carter had led his vast army to this small, volatile region.
The King of the Middle East African Empire quickly assembled his troops, intending to resist Marshal Carter's group army.