Listen to the Blood Wolf Xiaojing that he doesn't understand Brother Yue Zi, Mo Xiaoming quits. Bubble-()

"I have been with Brother Yue Zi for so long, and I know how many pairs of underwear he has in his eyes. I can even guess that the first time he sat at the dining table. Will I not know him?"

Mo Xiaoming said unconvincedly.

Xiaojing smiled and shook his head, dusted the ashes, took a deep breath of cigarettes, and his eyes suddenly became deep. He stared at Mo Xiaoming and asked, "Do you know how Brother Qilin and I met?"

"I heard that you seem to be comrades-in-arms, so you have been together in the army."

"Comrades!" Xiaojing smiled bitterly. "Yes. We were indeed comrades-in-arms. Brother Qilin and Brother Guying are all affiliated with a mysterious army in China. Our troops have no numbers, only constant training, training, and training. The only purpose of our lives is to wait for the country's summons, and then be sent to any place in the world to carry out missions. There is no war in which you imagined, there are silent secret wars. But even such secret wars are sacrificed almost every moment and tell you these things. You may sound a bit fantasy. But this is real."

Mo Xiaoming was shocked when he heard this, took a big sip of red wine, and asked, "Is it true? You are a special forces."

"Maybe. There have indeed been elites selected from special forces among us. But they are all rookies in front of us." Xiaojing said disdainfully.

"I will only impress one person in my life, and that is Brother Qilin. It's no big deal to tell you this little kid with that little shit."

Mo Xiaoming rolled his eyes and said, "Although I should call you uncle by seniority, I admit that you are so sharp that you can't say it, but you are actually not a few years older than me." The wine is so bold that the cowardly. After drinking two glasses of wine, Mo Xiaoming vomited out the resentment in his heart. He looked at the blood wolf Xiaojing with nervous eyes.

Xiaojing just held the wine glass and looked at the red liquid in the cup in a daze.

"I don't remember how many times we went to perform a mission. It's not the first time anyway." Xiaojing said:

"At that time, the organization sent us to the southern part of China to snipe a group of drug traffickers who crossed the border. After receiving the mission, Brother Qilin, and Night Owl, we were on a plane to the southern border. At that time, an army had been secretly gathered there. But they went on a difficult task. If they attacked rashly, they would be labeled as destroying the stability of the border between China and Vietnam and attempt to provoke the war. So we sent us. We were all a group of shadow troops without organization and identity. Even if we died outside the border line, no one could find out our identity. That army provided support to us in the rear."

After drinking a sip of wine and moistening the throat, Xiaojing's expression became excited. Mo Xiaoming was also immersed in his ears and interrupted, "Switch on."

"According to the route provided by the secret report, the three of us were ambushed on the road that this group of drug traffickers must pass. Brother Qilin is the commander-in-chief, good at formulating combat plans and various guns. I am good at close combat and assassination, and the night owl is good at sniping. The three of us ambushed for a day and a night, just at dawn the next day, and the team of drug dealers appeared in our sight. At the beginning, there were only two or three horses, which was the way to explore. Not long after, a large number of horse teams drove over, and we were stupid at that time. I suddenly realized that the secret report must have been released.

A mistake was made. The enemy had at least one reinforced battalion force, and they also had heavy weapons. AK47, Bazooka, ****, and almost everyone was equipped. That time, the three of us were really trapped in the mountain road with blood fighting. The leaves were covered with blood and gunshots were loud. The gun in my hand was hot because of the long-term bullets. Brother Qilin commanded us to retreat, and he stayed to cover it. But Ye Owl disagreed. He was a sniper, and covering his comrades was his mission. In the end, he couldn't stand it. Brother Qilin and I had to retreat while shooting."

Speaking of excitement, the blood wolf Xiaojing's body trembled slightly. Mo Xiaoming could imagine how tragic the battle was at that time. In front of him, there was a scene of three special forces soldiers wearing black combat suits and hundreds of drug dealers holding weapons in blood stations.

"What about it later? Did the night owl retreat?" asked Mo Xiaoming.

"Get out. But, when we thought we had successfully withdrawn the drug dealer's attack range and turned the danger into danger, we heard a burst of gunfire behind us. We understood that we were finished and surrounded by drug dealers. Ye Owl walked at the end and just met us. He walked face to face. He heard the gunshots and he pressed Brother Qilin to the ground without saying a word, but he was hit with bullets. It doesn't matter, after all, we were all wearing bulletproof vests, but the damn thing is that he didn't know that drug dealer took advantage of the night owl while he was hit.

When he was stunned, he shot him in the forehead. But at this time, I saw Ye Owl laughing. Brother Qilin and I both understood that Ye Owl's wish was finally realized. His grandfather had participated in the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea, and broke his arm and became a combat hero. Ye Owl's father participated in the Vietnamese counterattack. After returning, he only had one thigh and made a first-class merit. Ye Owl's wish was to surpass his ancestors and become a true combat hero. Unfortunately, our identities are kept secret, and no one would posthumously named us as combat heroes."

Blood Wolf Xiaojing's voice became low. When talking about the sacrifice of his former comrades, he felt very uncomfortable.

Mo Xiaoming swallowed and spitted, as if he had also experienced a thrilling battle. He smashed his mouth and asked with lingering fear: "How did you escape later?"

"Brother Qilin was annoyed, and stood up and swept around with a gun. The enemies surrounding us were killed. Just as we were carrying the corpse of the Night Owl and were about to retreat, drug dealers flocked to him. Seeing that the situation was over, Brother Qilin and I had to put down the corpse of the Night Owl to retreat first."

Speaking of this, the Blood Wolf sighed.

Mo Xiaoming loves to hear such iron-blooded stories the most, especially real stories, especially the real stories of his brothers around him.

"Uncle Master, please continue to talk, don't stop, it's too encouraging."

"Don't be impatient, Xiao Ming, today I'll tell you that night, I was timid."

"Are you cowardly? Have you been cowardly?" Mo Xiaoming was quite surprised. The blood wolf Xiaojing had been cowardly, and he admitted that he was cowardly?

"Oh! Who's not afraid of me? I've been afraid of me so once in my life!"

""Mo Xiaoming didn't interrupt, he knew that the Blood Wolf wanted to continue talking.
Chapter completed!