New Calendar year 99's last day, at the military airport on the outskirts of the Imperial Capital.
Before the plane had stopped, Bai Zhizhan looked through the porthole and saw the vehicles parked alongside the runway.
Yesterday, after arriving at Mast Harbor, because he went to visit and comfort the wounded who had been sent back early and attended the banquet hosted by the base commander, it was delayed for half a day.
Mast Harbor was the home port of the Domestic Fleet, figuratively Bai Zhizhan's maternal home.
If it had been at Chengjiang Port, Bai Zhizhan could have disregarded giving face. But returning to Mast Harbor, even if in a tight schedule, he had to give the due face.
A north wind whistled, and even with the bright sun overhead, it was bone-chilling outside the cabin.
Probably because it was too cold, the people who came to pick up Bai Zhizhan and others stayed in their cars, and only after the plane stopped did they come down.
"Old Zhao!"
