Barreton feels old, really old...

He is ninety-three years old this year. He is so old that he will breathe after walking a few steps. He must use a crutch to walk steadily. Sometimes his memories and thoughts are a little confused. He often closes his eyes and seems to go back to sixty years ago. At that time... it was such a passionate and passionate time...

Barreton felt that his life was quite happy. He loved him since he was a child and educated him to protect his parents. He met his current wife in college and lived until he was old. Although he was enlisted in World War II, he was lucky enough to survive and met many comrades there. He was born in a military academy and accumulated the rank of colonel due to his merits. After that, he remained in the army until he retired at the age of 60, but he also became the rank of major general.

As for the family, he and his wife had four children, two sons and two daughters. Unfortunately, the younger son died in an accident, and the other three children grew up healthy. Until now, his eldest son is in his sixties and looks like he has white hair.

As for his wife, who is eighty-nine years old now, both of them have reached the end of their lives. Now they often sit on a rocking chair. When they close their eyes, they can see the black and white and light yellow memories of the 1930s and 1940s. Life is really over. Looking back at that time, he still remembers the stunning moment when he first saw her, the crampedness when he first talked with her, and the joy of every date when he fell in love. The faint smell, like the fragrance of flowers, has been surrounding his memory, so gentle and so beautiful...

And those comrades who have forgotten their appearance can only vaguely remember their voices, roars, crying, and cheering...

Such an era... It's so beautiful...

He is old after all...

I used to hear people say that living too long will make you tired. Now he can finally prove that the person who said this is just whining without hesitation and farting. If he can still move, he will definitely punch that guy as hard as in the military camp. Bullshit! Living is the best. He has not had much time to go. Every time he sees his wife once or every more child, he feels that it is so luxurious and nostalgic. He can't bear to let it go. He still wants to continue to live. Looking at his wives and children forever, how can he be tired of such happiness?

But...he is old after all...

Just as Barreton sat in a rocking chair, closed his eyes, listening to the music of Elvis from the radio, he opened his eyes and looked at his wife who was sleeping on the sofa next to him. He closed his eyes with satisfaction and continued to sink into the memories. He is old, but the most precious thing is left. Good and bad, all are so precious...

At this moment, the doorbell rang, and the volunteers who were caring for the couple hurriedly opened the door, and then a sound came from the door. Barreton could hear it very clearly. It was the firm and powerful voice of a man, the voice of a young man, and it should be a soldier. He had been rushing and beating in the army for a lifetime like him. As long as this person stood in front of you, he could smell whether it was a soldier with his nose. He had heard the smell of the soldier from the voice of the young man.

Just as Barreton's thoughts shifted to his days in the army, he suddenly heard footsteps, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw volunteers and three young soldiers standing in front of him.

The three soldiers all looked at him with a bright look, and he also looked at the three soldiers with a little interest, waiting for them to express their intentions. After a moment, the soldier in charge saluted and said, "Barreton Fettaster, born in 1921, was born in Maryland, graduated from..."

"Say the point."

Barreton said these three words in a hoarse voice. Although he was very old, the majesty of the soldiers was still so strong. After these three words, the young soldier who spoke had to pause and then said: "General Barreton, we are here to recruit you. The country needs you and the world needs you."

Barreton was stunned for a moment, then it seemed as if he was about to laugh, but he immediately started a slight cough, which woke the old woman next to him. The old woman stood up tremblingly, as if she wanted to touch Barreton's chest, but Barreton waved his hand to stop him and said reluctantly: "Boy, are you from that army? Whose subordinates are you? Who are your boss? I tell you, before you were born, I was already killing the German devils! Do you dare to come and enjoy me!?"

The three young soldiers looked at each other and all showed helpless expressions. In fact, this was the first case of recruiting general-level officers after the Rebels organization cooperated with the United States. The candidates selected were Barreton, who had rich experience, aging, and his wife and sons were still alive. Because of this, this seemed even more ridiculous... If there was no such magical potion.

The soldier in charge hesitated for a moment, then nodded to the two soldiers next to him. The two soldiers left the room with the volunteers. Then the soldier said, "God General, can I sit and talk?"

Barreton raised his chin and gestured for a moment. The soldier sat down and then thought about the words: "Genius General, the troops I belong to do not belong to the United States. Uh, let's describe it like this. The troops I belong to are somewhat similar to the United Nations peacekeeping force, but they do not belong to the kind of supervision or similar to the signature force, but to fight hard battles..."

"War?" Barreton said disdainfully: "What kind of war can I fight in this era? The Gulf War? Or the War against Terror? Do you think that after experiencing World War II, I still think that such a gadget is the so-called war and a tough battle?"

The soldier took out a thick stack of documents from his hard bag helplessly, and then said, "Genius General, all your questions are here. The number of troops you recruited, the number of troops, the positions you will hold, as well as logistics, ordnance, military pay, welfare benefits, etc., are all recorded on them, these..."

Barreton closed his eyes and said, "I don't have the energy and my eyes are not good, so I won't look at it. Boy, your prank can be over. Of course, I really yearn to go back to the military camp, but that is just a memory, and it can only be a memory. I am old. As you can see, I am already ninety-three years old. I guess I will go to God this year or next year. Thank you for your prank. Although it's just a prank, you have also made my almost decaying heart beat a few more times. Thank you... Close the door and go."

The young soldier sighed helplessly, then took out another document and said: "Genius General, this is the Pentagon's letter of consent for our army to recruit you. Our arrival is entirely guaranteed by the US military, so there is no need to worry about our ill intentions."

Barreton barely opened his eyes and looked at the paper. Although he was presbyopia, he still saw the familiar seal on it. Yes, it was indeed a document written by the Pentagon, and he looked at the young soldier in confusion.

I saw the young soldier carefully took out a small bottle the size of a thumb from his bag. The bottle emitted a soft green light, which looked like a light bulb, but the liquid in the bottle was lit. Then the young soldier said, "God General, please drink this bottle of medicine, which will restore you to some spirit."

Barretton breathed a sigh of relief and said disdainfully: "Stimulant? Or any other potion? My body cannot withstand stimulant..."

The young soldier immediately said, "This is not a stimulant. In fact, I said so much to prove that our arrival was known to the US government, or if the general is afraid, he can also call the military immediately and ask about it. We can wait.

Barreton was old, but his consciousness was still clear. He naturally knew that the arrival of these three soldiers would not be unaware of it. If something happened to a general like him, the US military would be shocked, so he was not worried that it would be detrimental to him with the three young soldiers. Moreover, he had never experienced anything in his life? Would he be afraid of such a little boy? He immediately took the small bottle with trembling hands, frowned, and wanted to open the bottle cap, but found that he was weak in his hands and feet.

The young soldier took the medicine bottle, then said a few words to the outside and was ready. He immediately walked into four or five doctors and nurses from outside the door, and stood there with a bottle of drip. Then the young man said: "God General, the effect of this medicine is...is a bit special, so you need to inject glucose and fresh water, as well as some medicines and nutrients after taking the medicine, but this will not cause harm to your body. If possible, then let's start now?"

Barreton also had a little expectation in his heart. Although he didn't know what he was expecting, he immediately snorted, took the small bottle opened by the young man, poured out the liquid inside, and poured it all into his mouth. A faint smell similar to the fragrance of flowers came out of his mouth. At the same time, the doctors and nurses next to him immediately began to inject some drips on Barreton and injected bottles such as glucose.

Time passed by minute by minute. When about three minutes passed, Barreton felt a burning feeling coming from his stomach. It was not painful, but hot. Gradually, he began to sweat. At the same time, he felt his muscles and skin all over his body twitching strangely, and he felt his body tightening, a strange feeling of tightening, and he also felt a little pain.

Gradually, the pain began to become severe, but it was not unbearable. What made him even more strange was that as the pain arose, his body also felt a sense of comfort and sensation, as if something was born from the body or something was pulled out from the body. And gradually, in addition to the pain, he also felt numbness and itch. This pain, numbness and itch began to penetrate deep into the bone marrow, making him scream.

The old woman next to her was shocked and held his arm and looked at the soldier and several doctors. The soldier hurriedly said: "Madam, this is a normal phenomenon. Your Excellency General is... reborn..."

In fact, it would be seen without him that Barreton, who was obviously too old, gradually began to tighten from sagging. Although there were still many wrinkles, it was much better than the feeling of dead tree bark before. Moreover, his thin body gradually became swelling. Is that... muscle?

As Barreton's shouting became louder, at the end, he finally stopped shouting, but his whole body was covered with black sweat. After a while, when the seven or eight drip bottles were finished, just as the nurse took the needle from him, Barreton suddenly opened his eyes. He slowly stood up from the rocking chair, and then stood up slowly tremblingly. After he stood up, he touched his arms, face, arms, and legs left and right, and then tried to jump a little. Finally, he exhaled completely, and even his breathing became very smooth.

"Give it!" Barreton's eyes seemed to have a light. He stretched out his palm to the young soldier while looking at the mirror reflected in the side cabinet.

He was at least twenty years younger! Yes, twenty years old! He still clearly remembered that he was only seventy-three years old at that time, and he looked much stronger than an ordinary old man. He could run in the morning, go to football games, and speak loudly. At that time, he looked like a soldier, and he... hadn't seen him for twenty years! This is youth, this is age!

The young soldier said helplessly: "God General, why don't you go and wash it first? The sweat you discharge contains a lot of..."

"Bring it!" Barreton looked at the young soldier majesticly, and said these two words.

The young soldier shrugged his shoulders and handed the previous stack of information to Barreton, and said, "God General, please note that the information you are looking at is the highest confidentiality. At present, even in the United States, only the president and the very few people designated by the president can see it. The level of confidentiality is..."

"Kid, shut up!"

After Barreton said this, he looked at the document seriously. Next to him, the old woman looked at his vaguely familiar but unfamiliar face, her eyes filled with tears and murmured to say something, but in the end she said nothing, just sat there quietly with him, accompanying him, waiting for him to finish reading the document.

"...Rebels, one hundred thousand troops, high-tech, parallel world, war...youth medicine, restore age, will not be invalid due to any circumstances..."

After reading the document, Barreton began to ponder. After pondering for a full ten minutes, he said: "It means, if I agree to the recruitment, I will lead one of the divisions? The number is the Sixth Division of Reincarnation, right?"

The young soldier nodded affirmatively, and Barreton thought about it again and continued to ask: "So what is my military rank rating?"

The young soldier immediately said: "The current military rank will be retained, but the military honor will offset the current military rank so far, and the military honor will not accumulate during this period."

"Then, except for the amount of my annual military pay three times the current amount of the major general in office in the United States, I want to ask... what is the annual ratio of this youth medicine?" Barretton looked directly at the young soldier with his eagle-like eyes, as if he wanted to see clearly the truth and the false from his face.

"The rank of major general is to be rationed for thirty years of youth medicine in one year. Of course, these twenty years of youth medicine are considered to be rations, not counted. I have the above order. Once the General agrees to the recruitment, we will give the first year of youth medicine to the general in advance." The young soldier said with a smile, and he knew that his mission had been successful.

"So……"

Barreton breathed a sigh of relief. He reached out and took the military cap that the young soldier had placed next to him, then put it on his head and said, "Get the medicine and use it for my wife. I'll take a shower now and prepare your transportation, soldiers, I'm going to go to the military base within twenty-four hours...the military base of the Sixth Division, do you understand?"

The young soldier immediately stood up, his feet together, and saluted with a snap: "Yes, General, please make sure to complete the task!"

In this way... the Sixth Master of Reincarnation, the teacher is in place!
Chapter completed!