Entering the dormitory, Zhao Ziyang waved to Yan Fenghuo to sit down. He took out a bottle of vodka from the drawer, unscrewed the cork and poured two glasses.
"When men talk, there are cigarettes and wine." Zhao Ziyang held up a glass and handed it to Yan Fenghuo and said with a smile, "Although it's not as exciting as Erguotou, that's all we have here."
After taking the vodka, Yan Fenghuo drank it all in one gulp, lit it with a cigarette in his mouth, and took a deep, comfortable breath.
"I am a mercenary." Zhao Ziyang said.
"Mercenary? I now understand the way those Russian soldiers looked at me." Yan Fenghuo said nonchalantly: "The allowance for Russian soldiers is very low. Mercenary is an enviable profession. The income is high, and there is wine and food.
Meats and girls, hehe."
It is true that the allowances for ordinary Russian soldiers are indeed very low. When they return home from the army, it is difficult to find a satisfactory career, and becoming a mercenary is a very good way out.
The coldness of the North has created their strong bodies. Anyone who joins the battlefield will be an excellent soldier. Every year, there are many retired soldiers from Russia who go to the mercenary battlefield. These soldiers use their lives to make money and improve the lives of their families.
Or live a life of casual indulgence.
"Haha, I used to be a member of a certain counter-terrorism special force in the northwest, and became a mercenary due to a series of irresistible factors." Zhao Ziyang swung his wine glass and said, "Now I can't even go back home, but I've been fighting for it.
But the domestic system is different. If I go back, it will trigger a series of chain reactions. Mercenaries are not good, and they are not good for people like us."
"Northwestern anti-terrorist special forces?" Yan Fenghuo raised his eyebrows.
"Not a blood fox." Zhao Ziyang smiled and said: "I am not qualified to enter the blood fox. I am from the Northwest Military Region."
Yan Fenghuo nodded, he knew this army.
"What do you need help with?" Zhao Ziyang asked.
Yan Fenghuo shook his head, there was nothing he needed Zhao Ziyang's help for.
"For example, help you kill the woman next to you?" Zhao Ziyang smiled and said to Yan Fenghuo: "You two are not very friendly. It can be seen that you are in a hostile state. When in danger, you will become comrades, but once the danger is removed, you
They will fight together again. This is a very strange feeling. Some people have studied this kind of feeling, but they have never thoroughly studied it."
"It's true, haha." Yan Fenghuo smiled and said, "You and the woman around you probably don't get along very well, right? It can be seen that the problems between you are also very big. I should be right."
While Zhao Ziyang was observing the people around Yan Fenghuo, Yan Fenghuo was also observing the people around Zhao Ziyang. He found that although Zhao Ziyang risked his life to save the woman named Ice Angel, the other party did not show much concern, but instead showed disgust.
But this kind of disgust is mixed with a touch of tenderness, which makes people understand it but not understand it.
"She is a substitute, nothing more." Zhao Ziyang shrugged his shoulders, looking indifferent.
This is Zhao Ziyang's story. Yan Fenghuo doesn't want to ask, and he doesn't bother to ask.
"Yan Fenghuo, I owe you my life, but I won't say thank you." Zhao Ziyang stared at Yan Fenghuo and said, "I will give you my life back, as long as you don't die. If you die, I will help you kill all your enemies.
But it’s best if you get beaten up and need rescue as soon as possible, I don’t like to owe others things, especially my life.”
Mercenaries owe money and love, but they don't want to owe their lives. Because they don't know when their lives will be gone. If they don't pay back, they will die without peace of mind. If you can leave easily, you will never default.
die.
"Put away your debt." Yan Fenghuo stared into Zhao Ziyang's eyes and said solemnly: "If you can do something for the motherland and the people during your career as a mercenary, that would be better than anything else."
"For the motherland? For the people? Hahahaha..." Zhao Ziyang laughed, pointed at Yan Fenghuo and said: "Where can I have a motherland and a home? Yan Fenghuo, what you said is really ridiculous. I am a
A mercenary, an international mercenary, hahahaha..."
Yan Fenghuo stared at Zhao Ziyang, waiting for him to finish laughing.
"Why are you staring at me?" Zhao Ziyang asked.
"I'm looking at your eyes to see if your eyes turn blue or green." Yan Fenghuo continued to stare at Zhao Ziyang and said in a calm voice: "Remember who you were and remember your roots."
After saying that, Yan Fenghuo turned around and walked out.
Zhao Ziyang in the dormitory was stunned for a moment, then slowly sat down, slowly picked up the wine glass and drank all the liquor in it, with a helpless and bitter smile on his face: Motherland? People? I am a monster, I have no motherland, no people.
.my roots...hehehe...
Outside, Ice Angel and Parra had stopped competing without a trace. After Yan Fenghuo walked out, Ice Angel walked towards the dormitory, while Parra stood there and stared at Yan Fenghuo.
"You don't understand men's things." Yan Fenghuo said with a smile.
"I don't understand, but I know how to kill men." Parra's eyes were extremely cold, with murderous intent.
Suddenly there was a huge buzzing sound in the northern sky, and a Ka-52 armed helicopter flew directly towards the outpost camp.
The helicopter landed, and an officer in civilian clothes walked over, accompanied by a group of soldiers.
His eyes were extremely sharp, and his face showed the majesty of having been in a high position all year round. This was General Chekov of Russia, who came specially for Zhao Ziyang.
Seeing the arrival of this general, before Yan Fenghuo could decide whether to say hello to him, the sound of men's breathing and women's moans could be heard from the dormitory next to him.
There was no disguise in the voice, and it was completely selfless.
Looking at Chekov's slightly surprised look, Yan Fenghuo smiled and gestured: "Create a villain, create a villain. This is a great project related to the continuation of mankind."
General Chekov shrugged his shoulders and stood outside waiting with a smile.
At this time, Zhao Ziyang's gasping voice came from the dormitory: "Angel! Angel!..."
Half an hour later, Zhao Ziyang and Ice Angel walked out together, their faces filled with the afterglow of passion.
"Hey, special forces, we meet again." Chekov smiled happily and made a hug gesture.
Zhao Ziyang did not hug Chekov, but just shrugged and said: "General Chekov, your methods are very good. Well, I agree to your request and help you deal with Chechnya."
"Haha, this is a cooperation that is quite beneficial to you and me. We can provide asylum to you, except for us!"
This sentence is very strong, but I do have the confidence to do so. This is Russia.
"Let's go." Zhao Ziyang said crisply, leading Ice Angel towards the helicopter.
"This is your partner?" General Chekov asked, pointing to Yan Fenghuo and Parra.
"No, they are my...friends. Let them go when they are healed." Zhao Ziyang looked at Yan Fenghuo, smiled and waved his hand.
General Chekov shrugged his shoulders and stepped onto the helicopter with Zhao Ziyang.
After the helicopter left, Yan Fenghuo and Parra knew that they could not stay here for long and they had to leave.
"Still want to kill?" Yan Fenghuo asked.
"That's right, we left this camp." Parra nodded.
"Okay." Yan Fenghuo nodded helplessly.
Just after saying this, he suddenly rushed out of the camp and ran straight to the north. Parra immediately chased after him, and the two men started chasing and being chased again.
Yan Fenghuo didn't give Para any time to prepare. They didn't even have a saber on them.
Without weapons, Pala will be completely at a disadvantage.