"Mr. Su knows Xie Mingyu?" Hearing Su Tie's words, Chu Weidong's face changed slightly, and he couldn't help asking curiously.
In his opinion, it really surprised him that Cyprus had known the people from the Southern Xinjiang Military Region all year round.
Su Tie smiled and shook his head and said, "It's not worth knowing. I just heard a friend mention it and said that he is very powerful, so I want to know about it."
"It's not just extraordinary strength. Xiao Xie can now be called the God of War among the younger generation of our Southern Xinjiang Military Region. He once went deep into the nest alone, killed dozens of bandits, and escaped unsuccessfully.
Those older generations are probably hard to reach." Chu Weidong replied with a faint smile.
Although he deliberately controlled his tone, Cy Tie could feel that the other party really admired Xie Mingyu very much.
After a pause, Cyprus smiled and said, "He is so outstanding, I'm afraid he is very popular with girls."
"That's natural. Xiao Xie's fame is no worse than those popular young actors. There are countless girls who pursue him, from popular stars to the children of the top wealthy families in Yanjing, they all treat him.
There is great favor." Chu Weidong said with a smile.
As he said, he lowered his voice and whispered: "I heard that even Xiangjiang and even the children of several large consortiums in the Mildew Country have their own ideas about him, but unfortunately, as a soldier in China, he is not at all.
What they can do.”
Chu Weidong said to Su Tie with a smile, his love for Xie Mingyu in his expression was beyond words.
Su Tie didn't care too much, but asked quickly: "I heard that he had some contact with General Mu Yun, is it true?"
"Mr. Su, you can do it, even General Mu Yun knows it?" Chu Weidong hurriedly looked up at Cyti.
In his impression, Cyprus should be the kind of person who turned a blind eye to the outside world. As a result, he was actually a little surprised to know that General Mu Yun is a big shot in the army.
Su Tie shook his head without saying a word, thinking in his heart that he didn't just know.
Chu Weidong smiled and continued, "Reasonablely, as the top leader of the Southern Xinjiang Military Region, I should not discuss General Mu Yun's private affairs, but... Since Mr. Su, you asked, I will chat with you for a few words. According to me
As we know, General Mu Yun was not just a little bit of contact with Xiao Xie.”
"What is that?" Su Tie couldn't help asking, looking at Chu Weidong's mysterious expression.
Chu Weidong smiled slightly and said lightly: "I will only say one thing. Since Xie came to southern Xinjiang for a young age, General Mu Yun has come three times. Every time he comes, he will meet Xiao Xie. What do you think?"
"That's how it is." Cy's heart was throbbing again.
Originally, he was still thinking that the gossip news that Jiang Changying, the deputy director of the Military Region General Hospital, received was mostly rumored. Now that Chu Weidong said this, it is basically equivalent to direct certification.
Thinking of the sixth senior sister I was thinking about, she had a loved one, and Su Tie felt sour in her heart, and she felt a little uncomfortable inexplicably.
It's like a toy I missed for a long time, but I was told that I already had a master, which is unacceptable.
Chu Weidong didn't know what Su Tie was thinking, and just smiled and said, "Mr. Su, to be honest, you and Xiao Xie are the most outstanding existences among the younger generation I have ever seen. You are both literary and military, and you will definitely be with me in the future.
The top of China has a place.”
"Thank you for Commander Chu's approval." Su Tie replied casually, and involuntarily in his mind, he was still thinking about his sixth senior sister.
Although he could understand that the other party would inevitably be moved by such a man with extraordinary strength and first-class appearance, but his heart was still a little empty.
Seeing this, Chu Weidong thought Su Tie was tired, so he quickly smiled and said, "Mr. Su, it's getting late. Please rest quickly. I'll come to see you early tomorrow morning."
"Okay, then I won't give it to you." Su Tiexin replied absent-mindedly, but he still couldn't hold on to his random thoughts in his mind.
It was not until a moment later that he swept away his annoyance. He knew that there were more important things to do.
He was going to treat the injured soldiers early tomorrow morning, and now the spiritual energy in his body has been consumed, so he must be replenished as soon as possible.
Thinking of this, he took a deep breath, then immediately sat cross-legged and began to breathe.
At the same time, in the Burial God Stream 150 kilometers away from the southern border, a black off-road vehicle was moving slowly towards the southeast in the wind and snow.
The woman and three men in the car were all wearing thick cotton robes, and their faces looked extremely solemn.
"Xiao Zhao, you kid can't drive quickly. Do you want to freeze everyone to death in this Burial God Stream?" At this moment, a middle-aged man with a stubble face was sitting in the back row, while
Rubbing his hands, shouting loudly.
Hearing this, the young man who was driving said with a wry smile: "Captain Hu, it's not that I don't want to drive fast. The terrain near the Zangshen Stream is complicated, and the ground is covered with heavy snow. What if something happens, what should I do?"
"Haha, I'm not afraid of even the drug lords of the Golden Triangle. Are you still afraid of something wrong?" The middle-aged man with a stubble face said disapprovingly.
"Old Hu, you are not afraid of death if you are bad and thick-skinned. That's your business. Don't forget that our general is still in the car. If something happens to her, can you afford it?" The middle-aged man sitting in the stubble.
Beside him, the fat and big-eared middle-aged man said half-jokingly.
Hearing his words, the middle-aged man subconsciously glanced at the young woman in the passenger seat, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.
After a while, he smiled and said, "What are you afraid of? With the strength of our general, even if you roll down a cliff, you will be safe and sound."
"Shut up your crow's mouth. If it really falls into a cliff, I'm the first to strangle you to death." The fat-headed and big-eared middle-aged man frowned.
As he spoke, he looked at the young woman and whispered: "General, at the current speed, I'm afraid we will spend the night near this Burial God Stream tonight."
"No, although the Burial God Sword is already in China, there are often gangsters from abroad, especially at night, no one can predict what will happen, so it's better to hurry up as soon as possible." The person who was driving was Xiao
Zhao's young man quickly said in a deep voice.
"If you say that, I want to stay here and have a good fight with the bandits in southern Xinjiang. I can see if it is the bandits in southern Xinjiang who fight against the beating, or the drug lords in the Golden Triangle who run fast."
The middle-aged man of Hu was ready to whisper.
As he spoke, he turned his head and looked at the young woman and smiled, "General, do you think so?"
The young woman did not respond, but her eyes, which were like falcons, were always looking at the distance calmly, as if she was searching for prey.
Until a moment later, she suddenly frowned and said in a deep voice, "Stop!"