I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield - Chapter 456 - 383: Winter Tribe

Chapter 456: Chapter 383: Winter Tribe

Three days later, the starship penetrated the atmosphere of Silver Gray Star and finally landed steadily at the designated berth in the military star port.

Unlike previous civilian entries, Qin Tian now held the rank of Major General and possessed the Empire’s Radiance medal, which allowed him to apply for a special military channel based on his authority.

Outside the porthole, the orderly tarmac showed no busy crowds, but a sense of solemn order in the environment.

“Pssst——”

After the light sound of pressure valve releasing, the cabin door slowly opened to the sides.

As Qin Tian stepped onto the boarding ladder, he saw two rows of soldiers already lined up below, dressed in crisp uniforms. Their black military boots made contact with the metal ground, so aligned that even the shadows were in line.

Once his figure fully appeared, all the soldiers simultaneously raised their hands in a smart and uniform action, their salutes perfectly impeccable.

“General Qin!”

A steady voice rang out, and a man dressed in a Major General’s uniform quickly approached. The edges of his hair were slightly frosted with grey, his posture exceptionally upright, a warm smile on his face, as he proactively extended his hand: “I am Teng Shaohai, Chief of Staff of the Second Army Region of Silver Gray Star, specially here to welcome General Qin Tian back with honor.”

Qin Tian stepped forward and clasped his hand, feeling the calloused knuckles of the other’s palm, and smiled, “Chief Teng, you yourself coming is really too generous.”

Holding his hand, Teng Shaohai’s gaze fell on Qin Tian’s somewhat excessively youthful face, unable to suppress another internal sigh.

Half a day earlier, upon receiving a subordinate’s report, he hadn’t paid it much attention—general officers often came and went in the army region, and in his position, he need not personally welcome everyone.

But upon seeing the name “Qin Tian” and the attached resume afterwards, he immediately changed his mind.

This Major General Qin Tian had recently jumped two ranks from Colonel to Major General, holding the Empire’s highest-tier medal, the Empire’s Radiance. He was a true hero of the Demon Suppression Abyss campaign.

Such exemplary figures should naturally be met with the highest honors.

Even more astonishing were the details found later—this General Qin was a current student at Silver Gray Star’s Eagle Military Academy, only having enrolled two years ago, with a four-year program still incomplete, yet now was already at a rank equal to his.

Such “rocket-like” promotion speed, without substantial support and background, was absolutely impossible.

Thinking of this, Teng Shaohai’s smile became more genuine, he gestured invitingly with a sideways posture, “General Qin, you’ve had a long journey, the army region has prepared a welcoming banquet. Might I have the honor to invite General Qin to attend?”

“I would be delighted.” Qin Tian accepted straightforwardly. His roots were on Silver Gray Star, thus fostering good relationships with key figures in the local army region was undoubtedly beneficial for subsequent development and resource coordination.

Just then, the sound of footsteps “da-da-da” approached from the direction of the ship’s cabin door—Xiong walked at the front with heavy strides, his broad shoulders blocking nearly half the cabin door; Terreda followed closely, possessing the unique wild aura of a Barbarian Warrior between his brows; Li Qi in tight attire, with sharp eyes; Old Ghost in the rear, his wide robes skimming the ground, his eyes holding deep, inscrutable calmness… Behind them, the Barbarian Warriors appeared, each with a tall posture, seemingly surrounded by an aura of bloodthirsty evil qi.

Teng Shaohai’s gaze suddenly sharpened, instinctively holding his breath—having fought and scraped through decades in the army, his sensitivity to “murderous intent” far surpassed ordinary people.

These men were obviously beyond “well-trained,” they were ones who had truly fought, faced death numerous times, descending from mountains of corpses and seas of blood, steeled by such experiences.

What a formidable team!

Teng Shaohai was secretly shocked, his gaze swiftly surveyed everyone—these individuals evidently belonged to Qin Tian’s private forces, not the Military Department’s assigned soldiers, especially the Barbarian Warriors among them, clearly not of native Empire descent.

Managing such a complex, powerful, private force within the framework of Empire law indicated that Qin Tian’s background was likely far richer than he had initially imagined.

Quickly composing himself, his smile grew warmer as he greeted everyone with a nod, “You must be the capable officers under General Qin’s command, indeed, all are truly outstanding.”

Hearing this, Qin Tian held a faint smile at his lips, turned to his men behind him, and instructed, “You all head back first, I’ll accompany Chief Teng to the banquet.”

“Yes, Boss!” Xiong, Poisonous Widow and others responded in unison.

Boss?

This address made Teng Shaohai’s eyes flicker slightly, but his expression remained unchanged, “General Qin, please.”

Qin Tian followed Teng Shaohai onto the military flying device, its silver-gray body reflecting a cold metallic shimmer in the sunlight, while Xiong, Poisonous Widow, and the others, guided by two soldiers, headed towards the exit of the star port.

Just stepping out of the military star port’s automatic doors, several flying devices marked with “Lingfeng Trade” came into view, Feng Mochuan stood at the frontmost position, and as soon as he saw people coming out, he hurried forward, scan of the crowd not finding Qin Tian, inevitably puzzled as he asked, “You’ve finally come out, where’s the Boss?”

“The Boss went to the welcoming banquet with the regional military leaders,” Poisonous Widow explained.

“Oh…” Feng Mochuan furrowed his brow slightly, he originally had many matters to report to the Boss, looks like they would have to wait for a bit.

At this time, his gaze fell on the unfamiliar Old Ghost within the group, his eyes laced with a few traces of inquiry, “Who is this…”

“He recently joined our Boss’s command, a Tier Six Soul Master, Zong Xian Gui.” Again Poisonous Widow replied, simply pointing out Old Ghost’s identity.

Tier Six Soul Master?

Feng Mochuan felt a chill in his heart, quickly stepped forward, extended his hand, “Mr. Zong, hello, I am a subordinate under the Boss, Feng Mochuan.”