Miss Yang Er has a bad temper. Even the captain of the guard who has earned her the most trust, she forgot to rinse her mouth with tea because she ate too much garlic one morning. She burped in front of her again, and her head was blown by her.

The gentleness of this middle-aged beauty has never been given to her husband who is a teenager younger than her and is known as the leader of the Golden Triangle Soft Rice Industry.

Even if he eats soft rice, the leader is still in his name. Luo Xinghan is not a useless little face. He can go deep into the fields and get along with the poisonous farmers, eat the gaba food in their pot, and tell the vulgar jokes they like to hear the most; he can also conduct business negotiations with important officials from various departments in various countries, chat and laugh at the dinner, and be rigorous in logic; he can also carry two box cannons and rush to the front line.

If there is such a young man, Miss Yang Er thinks that the more can be better. Since she became an adult, she has always lamented that men are never enough. It was not until Luo Xinghan was born that she finally met a farmer who was full of energy and capable of working hard in this saline land. From then on, she held this little man in her mouth and held it on her head. In order to support Luo Xinghan's "career", she even turned against her brother.

This old wife and young husband are simply the legend of the Golden Triangle. In this land full of sin and hope, as long as they join forces, there seems to be no problem that cannot be solved.

Including this time, the mysterious opponent may be the biggest enemy they have encountered since their army formed, but Miss Yang Er still regarded the other party's dial as a joke.

Her and her husband’s “Kang Self-Help Volunteer” are no more than those useless small and medium-sized drug lords. The land of the Golden Triangle is no more than a Raptor Crossing the River!

Sweeping more than a dozen drug lords in three days? This is simply a joke! She suspected that this was the conspiracy of the person on Mount Mesle. I'm afraid it's for today. She has been planning for a long time? Do you think that finding hundreds of mercenaries can cover up the conspiracy? The person named Li is a fool. Do you really think that I came out on the first day?

"Xiang Niang..."

Her little man, Luo Xinghan, who is also a real man, called her nickname and walked into the room with his head held high. His eyes were as unpredictable as ever. She loved this kind of gaze. Her father said that men who could have such gaze were either dragons or tigers, and they were definitely a hero of a generation.

In fact, if it weren't for Zhou Wenqiang, Luo Xinghan would have indeed grown into a generation of heroes who would have caused a sensation in the world in the future.

"Have you found it clear? My guess should be correct. No one can eliminate thirteen drug lords in three days, and even more than 3,000 soldiers who have been through war were killed. How long did Li Guoliang make arrangements for today? He must have sent countless spies to get involved in those idiots to do this, right?"

Miss Yang Er shook a snow-white right leg, and the golden bell tied to her ankle made a crisp sound, with a little proud face.

"Everyone has been killed, so it's hard to check. But the traces of the battle are still there. Judging from these traces, maybe Xiu Niang's guess is wrong, and the other party uses a strong attack method."

Luo Xinghan walked up to Yang Er, hugged her in his arms, kissed her fiercely on her cheek, and lowered his voice: "I saw Shatan's body, and his chest was torn apart by someone. You should know how much power this requires. This is simply not a power that humans can have!"

"This is impossible. Someone must have been making a fuss. He used some kind of Qimen weapon to tear open Sartan's chest and deliberately creates a tense atmosphere."

Miss Yang Er sneered: "There is no superman in this world."

"Maybe..."

Luo Xinghan shook his head: "I also hope that the other party is pretending to be a ghost. Today is the last day. There are no large-scale teams near our camp. The veterans under Li Guoliang are also busy taking over the territory and scattered in various parts of the Golden Triangle. Even if he gathers troops now, it is too late."

"I've said a long time ago that this is a conspiracy. If they really have the strength, how could they give us ten days to consider it?"

Miss Yang Er jumped off Luo Xinghan's leg, grabbed a telescope, walked to the window and looked: "Everything is normal. As long as today is over, I will make Li Guoliang pay the price for his stupidity. Hehe, give up planting poppy and instead planting grain and marijuana? I, Yang Jinxiu, who will listen to him, Li Guoliang? Ahan, you have to continue to contact officials from various countries and ask if they are crazy and refuse to sell food to us. Do they really have a grudge against money?"

"Bang!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a gunshot suddenly sounded, followed by a dense gunshot from the outside position, and a terrifying cry came from the distance.

What happened outside? This is the command of the "Kokang Self-Service Volunteer Army". It has been operated for many years and can be described as a wall of iron. The two-kilometer-wide defensive positions are covered with trenches, bunkers, barbed wire, and even a large minefield. Two T34 tanks and more than a dozen mountain cannons can provide the firepower of an artillery battalion, and three helicopters are responsible for air safety.

Even if Li Guoliang threw all the soldiers from Meisleshan, he would never dare to attack head-on unless he wanted to commit suicide with his subordinates!

"Xiang Niang, what's wrong with you?"

Luo Xinghan frowned slightly. He found that his wife, who was not afraid of the world, was still moving in the telescope, and her two slender legs kept trembling.

Picking up a telescope, Luo Xinghan also walked to the observation window. He was stunned after just a glance. He felt a chill in his heart and his whole body felt like he fell into an ice cave!

......

It was almost evening, and the setting sun could not hide the light of the gun fire. The fire chains shot from various automatic rifles and light machine guns were intertwined into fire nets, covering a faint blue figure.

one person!

In front of the position, there was only one enemy, wearing a blue shirt, coming in the setting sun. He was like a flexible flea, jumping freely in the gaps of the fire net, facing the cross firepower that was comparable to the regular army of various countries, but he was like walking in the garden and enjoying flowers in spring.

He walked along the way, throwing out a grenade from time to time, blowing the machine gun fire point blocking the front and the bunker half hidden under the ground, and shooting a little at will, each shot will inevitably take away a life.

The Chinese did not kill the Chinese, so Zhou Wenqiang left ten days for Luo Xinghan and his wife. Now that time has passed, it is not him who killed these people, but Luo Xinghan and his wife.

"He is not a human, he is a devil!"

The soldiers of the Self-Service Army watched the other party wander through the layers of fire nets and watched the people on their side fall down one by one. Even if each of them was a veteran who had experienced twenty years of civil war, they were immediately in a huge horror.

The more veteran you are, the more you know how to seek profit and avoid harm and how to save yourself.

"Escape, we can't kill this devil!"

Boom, countless self-service soldiers gave up their positions, threw down their weapons, and ran away from the trenches and bunkers to the rear in a desperate situation. Some people were too panic and even stepped on the mines they set up.

The position of the Self-Service Army was like a wounded giant, with bright red wounds exposed.

Zhou Wenqiang in the sunset is like an unparalleled peerless magic weapon. No one can stop him wherever he goes!

"Helicopter, dispatch! Kill this monster for me!"
Chapter completed!