Back to the Past: Breaking the Love Spell

Chapter 599

Wendell was instantly intrigued. He had seen his fair share of battlefield commanders. Even if he had never met them, he would have at least heard of them.Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

"That's enough. Don't ask any unnecessary questions. You wouldn't know who it was even if we told you," said the soldier as he glared at Wendell.

Wendell snickered as he returned to the truck.

"Are we not allowed to enter?" asked Carlisle.

Wendell replied in a low voice, "They said there's a high-ranking official inside. Their vehicles have blocked the road we have to take to the rehabilitation hospital."

"Are there any other roads besides the one we came from?" asked Carlisle.

He remembered the road they had taken had no other tire tracks on it and was filled with potholes. The truck would have gotten stuck if they hadn't been careful.

They could use a better route for the journey back if there were a better road.

"There are three other roads. However, those roads are closed all year round. As outsiders, we are only allowed to use the least convenient road.

"It would have been tolerable if it wasn't raining or snowing, but it just so happens to be snowing heavily right now. It truly is rather challenging."

Wendell took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. He then lit the cigarette, looking rather upset.

The encampment had large bungalows that looked the same and some basic training facilities. The soldiers, dressed in camouflage attire, were currently assembling to train.

A man in a general's uniform was in one of the slightly spacious bungalows, drinking tea.

Based on the insignias on everyone's shoulders, the lowest-ranking soldiers were junior officers. However, the man seated at the head of the table had a general's insignia.

He was also the youngest of the group, appearing to be around 23 or 24 years old.

He had chiseled features and sharp eyes. He was merely drinking from his teacup, yet everyone present dared not breathe.

After he finished his tea, he put down his teacup.

He then looked expressionlessly at a middle-aged man and asked calmly, "Can you assume the position within three days?"

Heston Murray sighed helplessly.

He saluted and replied, "I will absolutely obey all orders from the organization!"

The young general nodded calmly before standing up to walk out of the room.

It wasn't until he left that the others in the room exhaled a sigh of relief.

One of them asked in a deep voice, "Heston, is this guy the real deal? How can he be a general at such a young age?" Heston shook his head.

"It's normal that you don't know him. After all, he's only been in the military for eight years. But if you have heard about his legendary experiences, you wouldn't think so."

A few junior officers looked at him with eager faces.

"What experiences? Tell us, Heston."

They were all curious about the legendary experiences that had earned him the rank of general at the age of 24.

Heston picked up his teacup on the table and took a light sip.

He said slowly, "His name is Xavier Larson. His foster parents raised him ever since his parents died when he was young. Due to poverty, he went abroad with one of his uncles after graduating from middle school.

"His uncle was impressive. He worked for a top mercenary group abroad. The group was short-handed then, so Xavier received peacekeeping assignments after just a week of training.

"During his four years as a mercenary, he fought countless battles and was very successful. When he was 18, he resigned from his senior position in the group and returned to serve his country.

"This incident drew significant attention to our country. After several highly confidential meetings, he was assigned to a special forces organization..."

Just as Heston recounted Xavier's legendary experiences to his colleagues, Wendell's truck passed through the encampment. They were 1.2 miles away from the rehabilitation hospital.

Maple trees flanked the road, and the ground was a mix of pristine white snow and red maple leaves. It was a very beautiful scene.

Carlisle, who was in the passenger seat, grew increasingly nervous. He constantly took deep breaths to calm himself.

At the rehabilitation hospital's entrance, security personnel were clearing the snow. The housemaids in the living quarters gathered with shopping carts as they laughed and chatted.

Bianca and Wanda stood together, whispering.

"A phone?"

Wanda stared at Bianca in disbelief. Bianca had actually managed to smuggle a phone in.

"Keep your voice down..."

Bianca's expression instantly turned nervous as she shushed Wanda. It would be the end of them if the security personnel overheard them.