The infinite heavens begin with American horror.

General Brigham snapped out of his daze and watched the surveillance footage again.

He paused the surveillance footage, carefully captured a screenshot showing the Chinese man's face, and then sent it to his beautiful secretary, Catherine.

He instructed Catherine to find information about this Chinese man.

However, it was simply impossible for Catherine to find information about that person.

Because that Chinese person was none other than Li Qing, who had traveled from another time.

Li Qing is not even from this earth, so how could Catherine possibly find any information about him?

Therefore, Catherine was destined to achieve nothing and would only waste her efforts.

.......

Catherine pushed open the office door, walked up to General Brigham, and said, "General, Major Cage's identity has been arranged, and he can be sent to the recruit training base at any time."

General Brigham nodded and said in a deep voice, "Have someone take him away and keep an eye on him. Don't let him contact the outside world. By the way, Catherine, you should correct your way of addressing him. He's just a private now, and a deserter at that, not a major, understand?"

"Understood, General."

"Ah."

"General, the Chinese man you asked me to look into this morning is still nowhere to be found. The response from China is that no such person exists; they couldn't find any information about him in their database, as if he never existed."

Catherine lowered her head and reported to General Brigham, not daring to look at the general.

Catherine was somewhat afraid of being blamed by the general for this outcome.

General Brigham's reaction was exactly as she had expected.

"No such person found?"

General Brigham slammed his hand on the table and said in a deep voice, "Find him! We must find this man, no matter the cost. Send his photo to all officers in the coalition forces and have them find this Chinese man. Report to me immediately when they find him!"

Although Catherine was somewhat prepared, she was still startled by General Brigham's sudden slap.

Catherine had followed the general for many years, and this was the first time she had ever seen him react so strongly.

Is a Chinese person really worth the general going to such lengths?

Does that Chinese man have some secret?

Catherine was filled with curiosity.

"Yes, General."

Catherine left the office, but returned a few minutes later, followed by two guards.

"Take Private Cage to the recruit training camp at Heathrow Airport. Sergeant Farrell will meet you there. After handing Private Cage over to Sergeant Farrell, you can come back."

Catherine pointed to Cage on the ground and spoke to the two guards.

"understand!"

The two guards responded in unison.

The guard bent down, lifted Cage, and left the office.

Two guards arrived at the Joint Defense Center headquarters plaza, where a helicopter was already parked.

This was arranged by their secretary, Catherine, so that Cage could be sent to boot camp as soon as possible.

.....

From the shadows, Li Qing, who had been observing the movements of the Joint Defense Center headquarters, finally spotted Cage.

Just like in the original storyline, Cage, who is in a coma, will be sent to boot camp.

The helicopter took off from the square.

It gradually disappeared from Li Qing's sight.

"Hmm, no rush. We've already waited this long, a little more won't make a difference."

After waiting for a while and seeing that the time was right, Li Qing left the building and chased after the direction the helicopter had gone.

......

The helicopter landed at Siro Airport, and guards carried Cage off the helicopter and then casually placed him on a pile of luggage to the side.

The guard looked at Cage, who was still unconscious, and thought to himself, "He hasn't woken up even after all this. The Taser is really powerful."

The two stood there waiting for Sergeant Farrell to arrive.

At that moment, a Black sergeant approached the two guards and asked, "What is this?"

"Sergeant, we are from the Joint Defense Center headquarters. We are here on orders from General Brigham to bring Private Cage here for training and to participate in tomorrow's beach battle."

"Oh? Is that so? Then why put him in handcuffs?"

The black sergeant looked at Cage's handcuffed hands; such treatment would never happen to a private.

"Because Private Cage was a deserter and he was impersonating a major, he was arrested."

The two guards explained to the Black sergeant.

"A deserter? What a coward, a complete piece of trash."

After hearing the guard's explanation, the black sergeant's gaze towards Cage was now filled with contempt and disdain.

“I think he should change his clothes too. A private doesn’t deserve to wear an officer’s uniform,” the black sergeant said, looking at Cage’s officer’s uniform.

"Indeed."

"Brother, I agree with you."

“Come on, let’s talk over there. Just grab a uniform for Private Cage and leave him here. He can’t run away.” The black sergeant put his arm around a guard’s shoulder.

......

Cage, who was in a coma, was jolted awake by the cold wind outside and opened his eyes.

Recalling the scene before he fell into a coma, and General Brigham's words, he saw the scene before him clearly.

Cage suddenly felt a darkness before his eyes and almost fainted again.

Heathrow Airport, rows of soldiers passing by, and cars driving by.

The poster on the car was particularly eye-catching; it featured Rita, the Angel of Verdun.

Oh no, they've arrived at the front-line base.

Cage was at a loss, not knowing what to do.

Just as Cage was trying to come up with a solution.

A black sergeant walked up to him, kicked the luggage beneath him, and yelled at Cage, "Get up, you piece of trash."

Suddenly I was called a piece of trash.

Cage, somewhat bewildered and angry, rolled over and stood up, approaching the black sergeant.

Seeing his rank, Cage's face darkened, and he said, "Don't talk to your superior like that, Sergeant!"

The black sergeant didn't seem to care about Cage's expression; he was really into pretending to be a major.

You can fool others, but don't fool yourself later.

"That's how I treat new recruits. Then I'll shove my shoe heel into their butts."

The black sergeant was rude to Cage and even insulted him.

He then forcefully pushed the military uniform and shoes in his hand into Cage's arms.

The atmosphere gradually became awkward.

"Wait, child."

A voice came from not far away.

Cage turned his head toward the source of the sound and saw a man wearing a green military cap and a mustache walking toward him.

The man looked at Cage with a kind smile.

"Do you need any help, sir?"

One shouldn't hit a smiling face, and seeing that the person who came was smiling and spoke in a friendly tone, Cage didn't want to make things difficult for him.

"Sergeant, where is this?"

Cage was still confused about the situation and had no idea that he was now a private first class and a deserter.

"Heathrow Front Command Base, you were just sent here as a recruit."

"Rookie, do I look like a recruit?"

Cage was very unhappy that the other party called him a recruit. He was wearing an officer's uniform and he couldn't understand the rank on his shoulders.

However, Cage did not notice that the rank insignia on his shoulders had been removed.

The sergeant looked at Cage with amusement, as if he were looking at a clown.

He was Sergeant Farrell, who was in contact with Cage. How could he not know Cage's identity—a private, a deserter?

However, Farrell still cooperated with Cage's performance.

"No, sir, you don't seem like it."

Cage nodded.

“I am Major William Cage, a U.S. military officer.”

"An officer? This is the recruit camp; officers don't come here. So why did you come to the recruit camp?"

Farrell looked at Cage, expecting him to come up with some excuse.

“Sergeant, if you don’t mind, I’d like to explain this to the commander in Washington. If you could tell me where the phone is.”

Farrell laughed when he heard this.

Telephone?

How could we possibly give you the chance to make a phone call? General Brigham has already given orders not to give Cage the opportunity to make a phone call.

Even if there's a phone call, they won't let Cage make it.

"Don't you know? War could break out at any moment. We're going deep into France. The entire base is sealed off. No phone calls allowed, not even answering or making calls."

Farrell's words to Cage were obviously false; otherwise, how could he have contacted General Brigham's side?

Cage made out Farrell's nameplate.

"Your name is Farrell?"

“That’s right, Sergeant First Class Farrell.”

"American?"

"No, I'm from Kentucky."

“Okay, I’m here entirely out of necessity, and it’s obvious I shouldn’t be here. So, please, Master Chief, find a way to let me make a phone call.”

After listening, Farrell pretended to be deep in thought, seemingly agreeing to let Cage make the call. He then looked up at Cage.

"I'll take you there, this way."

"Thank you."

Cage believed Farrell and followed him with a smile.

He chatted with Farrell on the way.

It wasn't until they reached their destination that Cage realized something was wrong, looking at the military camp in front of him.

It was only then that Cage realized he had been tricked again; he had been deceived twice in one day.

One was General Brigham, and the other was Sergeant First Class Farrell.

Cage is still too young.

He was just a civilian employee in the military and hadn't experienced the true dangers within the military, which is why he was so easily trusting of others.

.......

Meanwhile, Li Qing landed at a concealed location.

When Li Qing reappeared at the Heathrow command base, his trench coat had been replaced by a green military uniform, just like the ones worn by the privates.

His current identity is Private First Class Lee MacArthur.

Li Qing followed Cage to a spot not far from the military camp.

.......

“The only thing true about what you said is your name. It says here that you are a deserter, that you were arrested for impersonating an American officer, that you would try to make phone calls, and that you would even threaten the security of the operation.”

Farrell took a document from his breast pocket and unfolded it in front of Cage.

Cage stared blankly at the contents of the document, finding it hard to believe that General Brigham would frame him like this and fabricate a false identity for him.

What a treacherous and despicable old man!

"They also said that you would do anything to escape the war, but none of that will happen. Someone will be watching you, Private Cage."

Looking at the two guards beside him, Cage was filled with despair; he could only take things one step at a time.

I just pray to God that I can survive the beach battle.

......

Li Qing entered the barracks. The environment inside was not good; it was dimly lit and filled with the smell of sweat.

Lee Qing, with his Asian features, did not attract much attention, given that there were hundreds of thousands of soldiers in the base, all from around the world.

Li Qing walked over and sat down on the bed next to Cage's J Squad.

The military camp was still a mixed-gender camp, and Cage's squad had one female soldier.

......

"Isn't that an officer's uniform?"

"He might just be showing off his outfit."

This isn't Cage showing off; he really is a major.

Unfortunately, Cage offended General Brigham.

"Private Kimmel, what is my opinion on gambling in the military?"

“You don’t like it, Sergeant Farrell.”

"That's what Fat Kimmel said."

Watching Farrell make the members of Squad J eat the cards.

Fat Kimmel first tore up the playing cards and stuffed them into his mouth.

The team members also obeyed the order and ate the cards.

Cage watched them chewing on playing cards and felt that none of them were normal, whether it was Farrell or the soldiers.

Farrell walked up to Cage, unlocked his handcuffs, and turned to his team members, saying, "Private Cage is a deserter. I want each of you to personally take charge of training him. He must be in combat readiness by six o'clock tomorrow morning."

"Ready for war?"

We send him here today, and tomorrow we expect him to be on high alert. Isn't that sending him to his death?

"You guys keep a close eye on Private Cage. If he tries to run away, you can beat him up as much as you want, beat him until he can't even stand up to pee."

Isn't that perfect?

If we beat Cage so badly he can't stand, then he won't be able to participate in tomorrow's war, right?

Farrell turned to leave the camp, and the two guards, having completed their mission, could return to the Joint Defense Center headquarters.

Cage wanted to leave with Farrell, but was surrounded by Team J.

Seeing this, Cage dared not move again.

Female team member Nancy came up behind Cage, got close to his body, patted Cage's butt, and said, "Wrong uniform, private."

Cage looked at the uniform he was holding, but he had no choice but to put it on, since they kept staring at the officer's uniform he was wearing.

If we don't change it soon, they might forcibly tear it off.

Cage had just changed into his uniform.

A shout rang out outside the military camp, and the voice belonged to Sergeant Farrell.

"Physical training, ten minutes."

"Get moving, it's time for physical training, Private Cage."

“Wait a moment, you guys go first, I’ll be there in a bit,” Cage said.

“Shall we go first? No way. Sergeant Farrell told us to keep an eye on you. Don’t get any funny ideas, or... don’t blame us for being too rough.” Skinner, shirtless, looked at Cage with ill intent.

"No, I'll go right away."

Cary was a coward, so he followed the rest of the team to physical training.

......

On the spacious corridor of Heathrow Air Force Base, Sergeant Major Farrell led his platoon in physical training, starting with a long-distance run.

Li Qing also mingled in the training group, watching the crowd running and shouting slogans ahead.

"What are you doing?!"

"We are soldiers!"

"What should the soldiers do?"

"Kill!"