"General, what's wrong?" Xiao Zhao's face changed slightly when he heard the young woman's order, and then quickly parked the car on the side of the road.
When the car stopped, he quickly glanced around and then asked anxiously: "General, what happened? Did any bandits appear?"
"Okay, I'm hoping that they will come over. I'm a little itchy recently, so I'll ask them to practice my skills." Old Hu hurriedly pointed his head out of the car window and kept scanning. If it weren't for the young woman sitting aside,
I'm afraid I'd opened the car door and rushed down.
The young woman still did not respond, but just looked quietly in the distance, with no change in expression on her face.
In a brief silence, a buzzing sound of cars suddenly sounded in the darkness, and then dozens of black off-road vehicles were seen walking through the thick snow, surrounding the young woman and her group.
Seeing this situation, Xiao Zhao's face changed drastically. He hurriedly looked at the young woman beside him and asked anxiously: "General, what should I do if... this is it?"
"What a panic? Just a few dozen people scared you like this." Lao Hu patted Xiao Zhao's shoulder with disdain, and then ordered coldly: "You stay to protect the general, Lao Yang and I will go down."
, solve these desperate guys."
"Old Hu, can you do it? Otherwise, I'll go and forget it alone." The fat and big-eared middle-aged man said with a smile.
Faced with such a scene, he was not only not panicked at all, but was a little excited.
Lao Hu snorted coldly and said loudly: "Is it okay? You will know later. It is definitely twice as many people as you."
As he said, he took out a black dagger from his pocket and said disdainfully: "It's better to deal with these guys."
"Okay, don't talk nonsense, hurry up and do it." The middle-aged man named Lao Yang said impatiently, and immediately opened the car door and got out of the car.
However, before he could do anything, the young woman who had not spoken frowned and said, "Wait a minute, no one is allowed to do it without my order."
"General, what's wrong? Is there any problem?" Lao Hu asked in confusion.
The young woman glanced at the off-road vehicles outside the car window and said coldly: "I am going to southern Xinjiang this time to do a serious business. If I just send some shrimp soldiers and crab generals to Chu Weidong, wouldn't it look a little shabby?"
"General, what do you mean..." Hearing the woman's words, Lao Hu's face changed slightly, then he quickly patted his head and smiled: "I understand, the general is worthy of being a general, and he is thinking about it."
"Okay, get out of the car." The young woman shook her head, then opened the car door and walked down.
Seeing this, Lao Hu and Lao Yang hurriedly followed closely. As for Xiao Zhao, although he was a little nervous, he had to bite the bullet and follow him.
Just as the four of them got out of the car, several big men in cotton robes and burly appearance suddenly rushed forward and surrounded them.
Then, a middle-aged man with hair and a fierce face walked out of the crowd.
He first looked up and down the four of them, and then he asked coldly in extremely poor Chinese language: "Who are you?"
"we are……"
"We are tourists here to visit." The young woman raised her hand and interrupted Lao Hu's words, and quickly replied with a smile.
Hearing her words, the man named Xiao Zhao couldn't help but shake his head repeatedly and thought to himself that he was broken.
You should know that the Burial God Stream is not an ordinary place, but a military forbidden area located on the border. Only fools believe it if you say you are a tourist.
As he expected, the middle-aged man with long hair suddenly laughed and said, "As far as I know, the Burial God Storm is a military forbidden area in China. Even soldiers, if they do not have permission, they cannot come here without permission.
You tell me you are tourists, do you think I will believe it?"
"We are really tourists. I don't believe you. I have photos of tourists I took before." Lao Yang shouted quickly.
As he said, he took out his cell phone and showed the middle-aged man the photos he had taken before.
The middle-aged man with long hair didn't even look at it, but just knocked Lao Yang's cell phone to the snow and snorted coldly: "You don't need to make a quibble. I suspect you were sent by the Southern Xinjiang Military Region, or would you follow us.
Let's go."
"You...you can't talk nonsense. We are not spies." Old Hu shouted quickly, but a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes.
As for the old Yang, he even turned his head and signaled the young woman's eyes, which seemed to be accomplished.
The middle-aged man with long hair did not care about the changes in their expressions, but instead thought in his mind that he would definitely receive a heavy reward when he brought back four spies from the Southern Xinjiang Military Region.
Immediately, he waved his hand and ordered his men to push the young woman and others into the van beside him.
Seeing this scene, Xiao Zhao was already confused and couldn't figure out what was going on for a long time.
However, he also knew that the opponent had a large number of people, and instead of fighting hard, it would be better to avoid the edge for the time being, and there might be a glimmer of hope.
After a while, he had to follow the young woman and get into the van with the three young women.
The heavy snow like goose feathers still hovered over the Burial God Stream. Before we knew it, the ruts that the vehicles had been pressed out completely covered, as if nothing had happened just now.
The whole world became silent in an instant.
...
At 7:30 in the morning, after breakfast, Cyprus immediately came to the critical care building located on the east side of the General Hospital of the Southern Xinjiang Military Region.
According to Jiang Changying's introduction, the injured soldiers in the Southern Xinjiang Military Region were basically placed here.
Since most of the injured soldiers were too seriously injured and could not get out of bed, they had to treat each ward and ward.
Although the process was a little troublesome, the treatment speed was very fast because of previous experience. In just one morning, Cycad had solved the injuries in the body of the three-point warrior.
Originally, he planned to solve the injuries left in the remaining soldiers' bodies in one breath, but Chu Weidong was worried that his body would not be able to withstand it, so he asked him to continue after lunch.
Seeing that the other party was determined, he didn't want to say much, so he responded.
The lunch was in the hospital cafeteria, but the food was brought by Chu Weidong himself from the military camp. Although it was not as good as those delicacies, the taste was really good.
Even after Cyprus practiced the Taixuan Sutra, ordinary food was no longer attractive to him, but he still couldn't help but eat a few more bites.
The most important thing is that this is the intention of the soldiers in southern Xinjiang, and he must pay attention to it.
"Mr. Su, how about it? Our Chief Wang's cooking skills are learned from the State Banquet Chef." Seeing that Su Tie swept the food away, Chu Weidong asked with a smile.
Su Tie nodded slightly and replied: "It's indeed very good to be a disciple of the chef of the state banquet."
"Of course." Seeing Su Tie's comment, Chu Weidong's smile became even stronger. After a moment, he smiled: "Mr. Su, it's still early, I'll recommend someone to you..."