"Haha! You bastard, Lao Liu, is not dead yet." Milong laughed. He strode over and punched the mysterious man on the chest, looking at this former friend with emotion.

"You little bastard is still alive, how can I die first?"

The man he called Lao Liu smiled handsomely, but his slightly trembling voice could not hide the throbbing in his heart. The scar on his face became more ferocious with his smile.

"Why are you just a captain? How have you been doing, Mi Long, these past few years?" Lao Liu looked at Mi Long's collar badge and said with a smile.

The two of them were like this. When they met in the army, they always liked to compete with each other. Even if they haven't seen each other for so many years, their feelings have not changed at all.

"I'm an extraordinary captain. If you don't believe me, come and have a look with our Sichuan Army." Mi Long opened the stool and sat down.

"It's not that I'm burying you, but that little brat was playing tricks at someone's door yesterday?" Lao Liu joked. He poured a glass of wine for Mi Long:

"Ai, I forgot, you drank enough yesterday. How about it? Can you have another drink with your brother?"

Mi Long took the cup nonchalantly: "Look at your little eyes and your uneasy and kind-hearted look. Have you ever seen a Northeastern gentleman who doesn't drink?"

"Haha, let's go!"

"Dry!"

The two Northeasterners, who had not seen each other for a long time, chatted at the top of their lungs while drinking. They told each other about the past few years and used their unique way to remember their former comradeship.

This mysterious man’s real name is Zhang Liu. He is a fellow villager from the same village as Mi Long, and they joined the Northeastern Army together. When they first joined the army, they were still young men in their 20s. Both of them have a character that is not afraid of anything.

, and soon we developed a deep friendship.

I remember when I was gambling in the military camp, Mi Long lost ten yuan and five cans of beef to Zhang Liu, but Mi Long never cashed in.

However, the trajectories of the two people are completely different.

Milong stayed in the original army, fought countless defeats with his superiors, wandered all the way, and finally ended up in Zenda in a daze.

But Zhang Liu was transferred to Marshal Zhang's personal guard because of his strong combat ability. He had fought many battles, large and small, and had rich combat experience. Logically speaking, he should have a bright future.

Until Marshal Zhang was killed by the Japanese, he looked down upon the deeds of a prodigal son and angrily left the Northeast Army and wandered around outside.

In order to survive, he went up to the mountains and became a beard. Relying on the skills he learned in the army, he became very successful on the road.

The wound on his face was scratched by his most trusted companion when he was a bandit due to internal strife due to a business deal.

It was just a little bit close that the wound would not be on his face but on his neck, but in the end he stabbed the companion in the chest with the knife.

After that incident, Zhang Liu's whole temperament changed drastically. He no longer believed in anyone. He was like a lone wolf walking alone in the north and south of China, struggling desperately to survive in this absurd and dark era.

He worked as a killer and solved some shady matters for others. He also worked as a bodyguard and traveled around the world from north to south.

He came to this place because he had to escort an escort to Chanda. If it wasn't for the fact that Milong made such a scene in the street yesterday and attracted so many people to watch, he was probably on his way back today.

He didn't expect to meet the mysterious dragon again in this troubled world. This magical fate made him feel sad. Maybe he didn't even realize that he laughed happily more times today than he had in the past few years combined.

…

"You are so lucky. You have a wife and son and you still earn a house for free. Why don't I have such good luck?"

Zhang Liu looked at the red-faced Mi Long and couldn't help but sigh. Hearing him talk about his experiences over the years, he felt emotional, but from the bottom of his heart he was still happy for this old friend.

"I have a lucky star, you can't envy me, haha!" Milong said proudly, putting down his wine glass.

"Liu, let me tell you that your pretty face is more handsome than that little one, don't tell me that you haven't found an old woman in these years."

Zhang Liu took a sip of wine, waved his hands and said casually: "Forget it, I'm going to die. Maybe one day I will become a corpse in a smelly ditch."

Zhang Liu seemed to be in a good mood. He hadn't said as much as he did today for many years:

"Let me tell you an interesting story. Once I was entrusted to kill a bastard, and I passed through a small town in northern Sichuan. At that time, there were no hotels in this town, only restaurants. I originally wanted to find a room and a hotel

The guy said there is a room upstairs, but he has to share it with other tenants because housing is tight."

"I had no choice but to make do with it, but I didn't know there were two beds in the room. The bed on the right was occupied by a middle-aged woman with a sixteen-year-old girl..."

Mi Long also became interested after hearing his words, and asked hurriedly: "What next?"

Zhang Liu took a sip of wine and continued: "I didn't think much about it at the time. I just decided to sleep one night. But guess what, in the middle of the night, the woman made sure her daughter slept in my bed."

"I am a hot-blooded man after all. That girl didn't say a word and actually fell asleep next to me. Alas...it just turned out to be a good thing."

Milong's eyes widened and he said in disbelief: "What happened next? You wouldn't admit it after you pulled up your pants, right?"

Zhang Liu shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Later I found out that they owed the hotel six dollars a month and didn't have a penny around, so they had no choice but to listen to the shopkeeper's arrangement and take this route.

"The next morning, I paid the rent for them, called a wheelbarrow, sent them on their way, and gave them ten yuan. They thanked me again and again, and regarded me as a benefactor.

Similar."

Zhang Liu couldn't help but blush when he looked at the somewhat disdainful gaze of the dragon: "Don't fucking look at me like that. I was carrying several lives on my back at that time. It might not be a good thing for that girl to follow me."

"When we were leaving, the woman secretly gave me a handkerchief. I looked at it secretly, and it turned out to be a white handkerchief with red blood stains. Of course I understood what it was."

"Milong, you also know that in this era of war, morality is fake. There is really no sense in this bullshit world."

Hearing his talk about the mysterious dragon, he hesitated to speak, but looking at his face full of vicissitudes of life, he could only sigh to himself, he has not been living a good life these years.

"If I can meet that girl again in this life, I will definitely marry her and live a happy life. It's a pity... I'm afraid God won't give me another chance."

Zhang Liu was obviously a little drunk, but his eyes were still clear, but he didn't know where his future would be.

Milong patted him on the shoulder and suddenly said loudly: "Look at you, you look like an old woman. Don't mention those bad things, tell me what your plan is next?"

"If you have any plans, just take it one step at a time. I'm going to go to the mountain city to try my luck and see if I can do a big job." Zhang Liu said nonchalantly.

"Can you please be more careful? Don't be so hairy and shiny all the time that it makes people worry. I'm going to see you, a weakling, now?"

Mi Long rolled his eyes at him angrily. After thinking about it, he suddenly had an idea: "Well, come to our Sichuan Army Corps. It's a pity that you, a boy with such good skills, can't fight the Japanese, and my regiment leader is so good.

Yes, this is definitely a good deal in the Northeast!"

Zhang Liu's heart moved, and he left the army in anger. On the one hand, he was dissatisfied with the young commander's actions, and on the other hand, he was young and energetic and did not want to be controlled in the army anymore.

But after so many years of wandering outside, he had seen enough of the sufferings suffered by the Chinese people. The helplessness faced by the foreign invasion deeply stimulated his heart. It would be great if this troubled world ended soon.

"What the hell are you still hesitating about? If you keep hanging out like this, you won't be afraid of being hacked to death on the roadside one day. Just listen to me and follow us to fight the Japanese. Damn, the people in Dongsi Province still have Japanese surnames.

!" Milong said impatiently.

Zhang Liu was a little hesitant, not because he was afraid of going to war, but because he was worried that this regiment leader would be like the previous officers who only talked and talked. In a real war, he could run faster than anyone else, and he would not feel any burden at all when he deceived his own people.

As if seeing Zhang Liu's worry, Mi Long said nonchalantly: "Why are you so embarrassed? You still can't trust me? It's not like you don't know my temper. How many people did I serve under Xiao Liuzi?

But our leader is definitely one of them! You are right to listen to me, and you will follow me from now on."

It's true that he understands Milong's character better than anyone else. After hearing what he said, I guess that the group leader really has something special about him.

However, he still habitually retorted: "Why should I follow you? You are not my father."
Chapter completed!