The cabin of the An-32 was dim and noisy, as Gao Yang was struggling to negotiate with six old soldiers.
It was supposed to be a battle plan, but it had been forcibly turned into a negotiation by a bunch of old soldiers, a negotiation where he could hardly get a word in.
Now Gao Yang was certain that these damn old bastards came definitely, absolutely, one hundred percent for the chance to go to the battlefield again after retirement; they were definitely not here for the money.
