Although the Snowy Mountains are covered with snow, there are still some animals such as snow chickens and blue sheep that are suitable for surviving in the high altitude Snowy Mountains.

Zhu Houzhao was indeed a master of martial arts. He picked up a stone on the ground and hit a blue sheep.

Zhu Houzhao picked up some firewood, started a fire by rubbing two stones, and then put the blue sheep on the fire to roast.

Suddenly, several crisp gunshots interrupted his train of thought. As soon as Zhu Houzhao raised his head, he saw a tough man in his thirties with a flat-headed Han nationality staggering over and running over, with a military thorn in his hand.

This man was covered in wounds almost all over his body, his clothes were torn in tatters, and his face was dark. However, in Zhu Houzhao's view, the most serious wound on his body was the shot in his waist. Although this shot was a little close, it was

The blood had already stained his clothes which were no longer what they looked like.

This man was in a very embarrassed state, but Zhu Houzhao, who had a keen eye, could vaguely see a hint of awe and a strong murderous aura in his body.

When Zhu Houzhao saw this man, the man also saw Zhu Houzhao. The man was stunned for a moment. He never thought that in the snow-capped mountains of the highest mountain in the world, there would be people roasting rock sheep leisurely, but even he

While I was still running away, my hungry stomach couldn't help but growl.

As soon as Zhu Houzhao saw the injured and fleeing man, he immediately thought of the story he had heard before about the Anglos and their vassal states constantly encroaching on our territory on the northwest border of China, and the Han and Tibetan people on our border were not afraid of the power and rose up to resist.

The injured man who fled should be such a person, Zhu Houzhao came to this conclusion, and it seemed that he had seen this man before, but Zhu Houzhao couldn't remember it for a while.

At this time, there were hurried footsteps again from behind, and soon three tall Anglo men with fair skin, blue eyes, high noses and yellow hair, holding muskets in their hands, appeared in front of Zhu Houzhao.

The seriously injured man looked at Zhu Houzhao apologetically and said nothing.

The three Anglo men with guns stopped when they saw that the wounded man did not continue to run away. They were a little surprised when they looked at Zhu Houzhao who was roasting blue sheep. After all, they were roasting blue sheep leisurely in such a high altitude snowy mountain.

Not everyone can do it. The snow-capped mountains are not to mention bitingly cold and unsafe. Even if you want to bake something, you have to choose a warm and safe place instead of such a ghost place.

None of the five people at the scene spoke, and the atmosphere fell into a stalemate for a moment. There was only the sound of Zhu Houzhao roasting blue sheep and the smell of mutton in the air.

The three Anglos looked at each other and nodded. One of them had very developed muscles. There were several hideous scars on his neck extending from the base of his ears to his collarbone. The man with a slightly darker face said:

"My friend, this has nothing to do with you. Please get out of the way first. We just want to catch the person who escaped just now."

What he said was a bit weird. Zhu Houzhao stared at the guy who was talking inexplicably. He was about to say why should I let it go? This Himalayas and Mount Everest do not belong to your country, let alone your family. Your Anglo country is separated.

This is more than just the other side of the ocean, which is thousands of miles away. Why did he cross the ocean to come to this domineering territory, and when he injured someone, another man suddenly raised his musket and was about to shoot Zhu Houzhao.

However, before his finger could pull the trigger, his actions were interrupted by several inaudible sounds piercing the air. The eyebrows of the three people all turned a little red, and then large pools of blood came out, and the three people At the same time, he stared at Zhu Houzhao with wide eyes and disbelief, and fell down. It only took him a breath at most.

Zhu Houzhao didn't like killing people, but he would never show mercy to people who threatened his life. He swung away three stones because he didn't like people pointing guns at him all the time.

The seriously injured man opened his eyes wide and couldn't believe for a long time that the three men with guns who had been chasing him for a long time were killed so easily by this man who was roasting blue sheep. No wonder he dared to Roasting blue sheep here is such an incredible thing.

"The sheep are ready, let's eat some." Zhu Houzhao looked at the man who had not spoken for a long time, smiled faintly and said, "Sir, we should have met before, right?"

Zhu Houzhao racked his brains and couldn't remember where he had seen this person, so he asked casually.

"Yes, I have seen it before." The man nodded with a vague smile, "In the graduate school newspaper of the Cross-Rebirth Normal School and the graduate school newspaper of Beijing Wuxing University jointly organized by the two schools We fought in the martial arts competition, but I lost."

"Are you a master of the Beijing Wuxing University team?" Zhu Houzhao asked in surprise.

"I don't dare to be a master, but the ones on the Beijing Wuxing University team are right." The man nodded.

"Ah, I remembered it, I remembered it." Zhu Houzhao patted his thigh.

"Are you the soldier king of the Tiger Commandos, the representative team of Beijing Wuxing University?"

I didn't expect that this man's memory was so good. The Bing Wang was stunned for a moment and said, "You can't even call him a Bing King, he's just a soldier."

After Zhu Houzhao finished speaking, he cut off half of the blue sheep, took out a few herbs from the backpack at the back, crushed them into pieces and sprinkled them on them.

The King of Soldiers looked a little baffled, it seemed a bit unhygienic.

Although it was finished, Zhu Houzhao did not hand the half of the blue sheep to the King of Bing, but said: "Come here and I will help you take a look at the wound."

After listening to Zhu Houzhao's words and looking at Zhu Houzhao's actions, the King of Bing seemed to understand that Zhu Houzhao was getting herbs to help him heal his wounds, and hurriedly walked over.

When King Bing walked up to him, Zhu Houzhao raised his hand and struck the opposite side of King Bing's gunshot wound. A bullet flew out like a meteor and landed far away.

The King of Soldiers didn't even feel pain when he found that the bullet in his waist had been taken out. How could this man be so awesome? This was the first time he had met someone who took out a bullet like this.

As if he didn't see the surprise of King Bing, Zhu Houzhao handed over half of the blue sheep in his hand, then took out two herbs and handed them to King Bing and said: "You chew the herbs first and apply them on the bullet wound. Then. If you eat this blue sheep, you should be fine."

After saying that, Zhu Houzhao no longer paid attention to the King of Soldiers, but ate the other half of the blue sheep on his own.

The King of Bing was pleasantly surprised to find that his wound not only no longer hurt, but also had a cooling feeling. What kind of herbal medicine was this? The effect was so good. Suddenly, Zhu Yu's image in his eyes was more than just gratitude. , and there is an inexplicable awe.
Chapter completed!