Halfway up the mountain, Yan Fenghuo, wearing camouflage uniform, stared at the foot of the mountain.
He is one hundred and eighty-five centimeters tall, his waist is extremely straight, and his exposed skin has a metallic-hard luster. He is obviously a tiger with a back and waist, but it gives people the feeling of being extremely smooth like an African cheetah, which makes him feel like a cheetah.
You can clearly feel the majestic explosive power in his body.
The rough and dark cheeks have sharp edges, and the line of the chin is as strong as a marble statue carved by a knife, giving people a feeling of incomparable perseverance; the sword eyebrows are like ink, flying and domineering; the black pupils are so bright that they sparkle with bright light, but the eyes
The calmness and composure of the deep pupils can make you get lost in it involuntarily.
The whole person standing there is a kind of pride, a kind of self-confidence, and a kind of grace that ordinary people can't match.
"Brother." A hoarse but youthful girl's voice sounded, calling Yan Fenghuo.
Hearing the girl's cry, Yan Fenghuo's face showed deep warmth and a smile. As his smile rose, his whole temperament completely changed, turning into a sunny boy.
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"Yan Yan." Yan Fenghuo patted the two military dogs squatting at his feet, walked to the grass beside him, squatted down, and gently stroked the girl's hair.
This is the girl held hostage by Yan Fenghuo, her biological sister who shares the same flesh and blood: Yan Yan.
From Yan Fenghuo's appearance, we can infer that Yan Yan must be a beautiful girl full of sunshine, but now she is pale and lifeless, her legs are in plaster, and she is sitting weakly on the grass.
Her legs were broken.
"Brother, please don't kill anyone, I beg you, otherwise I will be the only one left." Yan Yan made a pleading voice.
"Brother, I won't kill anyone." Yan Fenghuo promised Yan Yan with a smile, but a line of warm water ran down his cheek.
"Brother, you are crying."
"No, no, why are you crying? Hahaha..." Yan Fenghuo laughed loudly, wiped his cheeks and said, "Yan Yan, are two big dogs fun?"
"Yeah." Yan Yan nodded.
Lying down gently, Yan Fenghuo gently held Yan Yan in his arms, carefully moved her head on his shoulder, and stared at his biological sister whom he had only met three times.
"Brother, school is about to start. Do you think I can still go to school?" Yan Yan raised her head and looked at Yan Fenghuo, with longing in her eyes.
Yan Fenghuo took out an admission notice from the university from his clothes and read softly: "Admission notice from Tsinghua University: Student Yan Yan, you are admitted to our school's School of Economics and Management, majoring in business administration. Please present this notice.
Please come to school to register. Please refer to the "Admission Instructions for Freshmen" for the specific time and location."
When Yan Fenghuo finished reading the admission notice, Yan Yan smiled happily.
"Brother, do you think my legs will be okay by the time school starts?" Yan Yan asked Yan Fenghuo.
"If it can, if it can be good, it can definitely be good!"
"Can I still participate in military training after my injury?"
"Yes! If you can participate, you can definitely participate!"
"That's good." Yan Yan murmured softly with yearning on her face: "Brother, do you know that my classmates are envious of me for having a brother who is a special forces soldier. I also want to join the army..."
Yan Fenghuo smiled, hugged Yan Yan tightly in his arms, and kissed her forehead dotingly.
"Brother is a soldier, but I don't want you to be a soldier, because being a soldier is very tiring..."
Yan Fenghuo was a little absent-minded, and his smile became a little bitter. It was not that he felt tired of being a soldier, but wearing a military uniform meant that you had an unshirkable responsibility and obligation. If he had a choice, he would rather be a bandit, at least he could
Protect my sister in the palm of my hand every day.
"Brother, what are you thinking about?" Yan Yan pinched Yan Fenghuo's nose a little mischievously and gave him a cute smile.
"No, haha..." Yan Fenghuo laughed loudly: "I just want to eat roast chicken, Yan Yan, what do you want to eat?"
"I don't want to eat anything." Yan Yan huddled in Yan Fenghuo's arms.
"No!" Yan Fenghuo looked unhappy.
"But we don't have anything to eat either." Yan Yan whispered.
Looking at the two military dogs surrounding him, Yan Fenghuo smiled, took out a pen and paper and wrote a long list, then stuffed it into the military dog's collar, patted it, and pointed down the mountain.
At the foot of Fengshan Mountain, the troops stood still and waited patiently.
The superiors requested that no military action be taken against Yan Fenghuo, otherwise they would be severely punished. They were very sensitive and knew that they were facing a very special enemy. The superiors were afraid that Yan Fenghuo would be cornered.
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All the wounded have been sent to the hospital for treatment. Zhang Bo sat on the ground without any image, facing the blood remaining on the grass, staring at the landmine made with the simplest method.
He suddenly thought of an army, a legendary and mysterious army.
In any battle on any terrain, at any time, under any circumstances, no army can accomplish more brilliantly than that army.
Those were troops accumulated with lives and blood during peacetime, and each one of them was a counter-terrorist whose hands were stained with the blood of the enemy; they were almost never discharged from the army and changed careers, and either died on the battlefield or were highly disabled and spent the rest of their lives guarding the troops.
There are no heroes in this army. Everyone in this army is a hero, but they don't think they are heroes. It's just because they truly have faith. It's very simple: protect the family and the country!
We are a country that lacks faith. Once hundreds of millions of us believed in one person, under this faith we became a rising lion. Our bones became hard, and we were able to stand upright and proud.
But now we lack that kind of united faith, and the materialistic desires have completely defeated everything that is stubborn. The only faith that can form a torrent and twist together is the army, which is the nine characters engraved on the front door of any army:
Serve the people wholeheartedly!
Zhang Bo understands that this army is a force that regards faith as life. They live for those nine words and die for those nine words. Their faith makes them the most terrifying existence. If they didn't have such faith, they would still be alive.
How can we be on the front line of anti-terrorism in the northwest?
But how could someone who came out of that mysterious army deep in the desert do these things? It doesn’t make sense!
Zhang Bo suddenly had a strong desire to run up the hill. He just wanted to see Yan Fenghuo and what kind of person he was.
"Captain, Lafang and Fuwa are back, and they brought this piece of paper with them." The soldier training the military dog ran to Zhang Bo and handed Zhang Bo the piece of paper written by Yan Fenghuo.
Zhang Bo grabbed it and looked at it: two roast chickens; twenty steamed buns; a can of old hen soup; a bag of peanuts (fried); a portion of stir-fried cauliflower; a portion of braised eggplant; half a catty of lettuce; chicken feet
Half a catty; one version of Shuangwaiwai; two cans of milk; two packs of Su cigarettes; two bottles of liquor (not required for less than 200 yuan); two small bowls, two plates, plus two pairs of chopsticks and spoons (preferably plastic)
(There are many rocks on the mountain), by the way, don’t forget the napkin, I don’t have one here.
"This, this..." Zhang Bo was a little dazed. He was wondering how Yan Fenghuo's psychological quality was cultivated. Under such circumstances, he also opened a menu?!
An off-road vehicle carrying the General Staff photo came roaring by, and a young man wearing digital camouflage stepped out of the vehicle.
This is a tall, gentle young man with a gentle face. He gives off an overall impression of gentleness, like a scholar who speaks elegantly. But Zhang Bo can see the murderous aura that only belongs to the battlefield from the depths of the opponent's eyes at a glance, and he can
I felt an inexplicable pressure from the other party.
Confucian generals do not need to praise Qie Yu. This is a Confucian general who fights on the battlefield. Such a person is even more fearful.
The young man who got out of the car squinted his eyes and looked towards the top of the mountain, with a faint smile on his face. This smile made people feel that this young man was very kind, and even Zhang Bo felt like he wanted to get close to him.
A sense of closeness to the origin.
The young man walked up to Zhang Bo, reached out and took the menu written by Yan Fenghuo, with a smile on his face: "This is Yan Fenghuo's style. Okay, let me do the next thing."
His gentle and elegant words made people feel his confidence and confidence. No one would despise his existence. This person was sent by his superiors to subdue Yan Fenghuo.
"There are landmines!" Zhang Bo subconsciously reminded the other party and pointed to the simple landmines made by Yan Fenghuo on the ground.
The young man glanced at it, smiled unsurprisingly, and pointed to the top of the mountain.
"This mountain is one hundred and twenty meters above sea level, with a slope of fifty-five. The distance from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain is about eighty meters. The mines you discharge should be half way up from the foot of the mountain. At this distance, Yan Fenghuo uses the standard
Is this the W-shaped mine laying technique?" The young man asked Zhang Bo with a smile.
After hearing what the other party said, Zhang Bo nodded and admitted that what the other party said was the truth.
"Give me a gun." The young man extended his right hand to Zhang Bo.
Zhang Bo handed the gun to the young man and stared at him closely.
He found that the moment this young man came into contact with the gun, his whole temperament completely changed. If it was Confucianism on the head just now, now it is a bloody military thorn unsheathed. His whole body was surging with unparalleled fighting spirit.
Intention, a pair of eyes burst out with real sharpness.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!..." "Boom! Boom! Boom!..."
As the young man pulled the trigger at lightning speed, the landmines halfway up the mountain emitted violent explosions, kicking up clouds of soil and grass clippings. The power of these landmine explosions far exceeded those mines cleared by EOD experts. This should be the second
Minefield.
Zhang Bo's eyes widened when he saw this scene. He was wondering how this young man knew the location of the opponent's mines; and how Yan Fenghuo made this simple mine produce different explosive powers.
The young man who fired twelve shots hesitated for a moment, threw the gun to Zhang Bo, and shook his head helplessly: "I can't see the third minefield either."
After saying that, the young man walked away towards the top of the mountain, leaving Zhang Bo with a shocked look on his face.
From the young man's shooting action just now, Zhang Bo knew that the other person was a top expert in the army. He did not aim his shot at all, relying entirely on his familiarity with the rifle and his own feeling. Not to mention that he had personally calibrated the gun.
Even if you give him an uncalibrated gun, it will still hit the target with perfect accuracy.
This is the only legendary gunman and man united into one, but how is it possible that such a person just said that he is not as good as Yan Fenghuo? How powerful is this Yan Fenghuo?!
Another soldier came at the foot of the mountain. She was a girl with a very sweet appearance. If it weren't for the calluses at the base of her thumbs, anyone would have mistaken her for an art soldier.
"Did you arrest the prisoner?" Zhang Bo asked cautiously.
As soon as these words were spoken, the girl's eyes pierced into Zhang Bo's eyes like ice picks, like an angry lioness.
"Fenghuo is not a criminal!" The girl said with a serious face: "None of you can accuse him of being a criminal. For the sake of the motherland, he has shed more blood than any of you!"
"Which army are you from?" Zhang Bo asked after a moment of silence.
He just wants to know this answer, otherwise he will not be reconciled, absolutely not.
The girl did not answer Zhang Bo, but took a deep breath. A ferocious color appeared on her sweet cheek, and then a shrill wolf howl came from her red mouth: "Aow...ow..."