The vultures with dark red eyes squatted on the hillside one by one, waiting patiently. They are used to eating human flesh, and they are particularly sensitive to the taste of human blood, so that their sense of smell has become particularly prominent, and it seems that human flesh is the most delicious.

.

Basically no one knows whether human flesh is delicious or not. But judging from historical records, human flesh seems to be more delicious than all other flavors. Although Yan Fenghuo does not think so, because the human flesh he eats is raw.

of.

The vultures waited patiently, combing their feathers with their beaks. They could tell that this person was still alive and well. Although the smell of blood kept stimulating them, it was not time to eat yet. They had to wait until this living person

The best time is when you are completely exhausted and dying.

"Enjoy yourself here. In a day, you will turn into a pile of bones, real bones." Standing on the sky burial platform, Duoji gently patted Yan Fenghuo's calf, raised his head and said, "These vultures

It will devour every piece of meat on your body, even picking out the meat between the bones and eating it. After I finish eating your meat, I will have people break your bones and let the vultures eat up your marrow.

, the average person really can’t enjoy this kind of treatment.”

Sacred sky burial is also the cruelest funeral. You have to endure the pain of having your flesh and blood pecked out bit by bit. But you will be relieved soon. Hundreds of vultures rush up and it only takes a short minute.

It can make you die.

It is sacred to Tibetans, but fearful to non-Tibetans.

"Duoji," Yan Fenghuo smiled weakly and said, "Think carefully about the suggestions I have given you. We still have time for each other."

"Get out of here!" Duoji showed a strong sense of cruelty, took out a knife and stabbed Yan Fenghuo's calf hard, staring at the blood flowing out, he said: "Stop trying to deceive me, I won't believe it.

your."

After finishing speaking, the knife inserted in the calf was stirred ninety degrees by the rotation of Duoji's wrist, and then he cut up and down, turning the wound into a cross-shaped wound.

Yan Fenghuo smiled without making any sound of pain, as if this body no longer belonged to him and was completely numb.

"Keep an eye on him." Dorje pulled out his knife and ordered the two people accompanying him to turn around and walk toward the foot of the mountain.

Yan Fenghuo watched Duoji leave, watched him get into the jeep and drive away from the valley.

"You are soldiers of the Indo-Tibetan Special Border Force, right?" Yan Fenghuo stared at one of them and said, "I remember your face. You seem to be one of the people who participated in kidnapping me."

The strong man said nothing, holding a gun in one hand and looking around with great vigilance.

"Dorji is not the clan leader. Your loyalty is to Pala, not to Dorji." Yan Fenghuo continued: "I am not sowing discord, I just feel that you are not loyal to Dorji at all. Because you are real professional soldiers, and real professional soldiers only

Will be loyal to the strong."

The strong man turned around, slowly raised his fist, and hit Yan Fenghuo hard on his abdomen.

"Bang!"

His fist and his lower abdomen collided hard, causing Yan Fenghuo to jerk out violently in pain. But he was tied to the wooden stick and couldn't twitch, so he could only endure the force and sew up the wound on his chest.

pain.

"You idiot! You bastard!" Yan Fenghuo yelled: "I killed Pari, I shot him in the head! She is your loyal person, she is your leader, but she

But she was killed by me! When I saw her brains splattered all over the floor, when I saw the pink brains steaming and trembling slightly, I felt extremely comfortable. Come and kill me.

, come and kill me to avenge Pala?"

When he said these words, Yan Fenghuo had another scene in his heart: collapse.

When he saw Parra's brain splashing into the cave, the only feeling he felt was collapse and despair. He didn't kill Parra. If possible, he would rather Parra had been alive. Even if he was not by his side, he could know the other person.

It would be nice to still be in this world, but that is impossible.

When the two strong men heard these words, they became furious. They punched and kicked Yan Fenghuo like madmen. One of them even put the muzzle of a gun on Yan Fenghuo's head, and wanted to kill Yan Fenghuo.

"You are a disgrace to the special forces and a disgrace to professional soldiers!" Yan Fenghuo widened his eyes and roared like a lion: "Hate can never be resolved, but the hatred of professional soldiers can only be resolved on the battlefield. This is a sky burial.

Taiwan, but why can't this place become a battlefield? Let's have a fair and enjoyable battle, don't let me underestimate Parra! If you refuse, it will not only be your shame, but also Parra's shame. I, Yan Fenghuo

I challenge you to fight, I fight for myself, you fight for Pala, do you dare to accept the challenge?"

The roar reached the ears of the two strong men, shaking their eardrums and burning their blood.

If they were just ordinary people, Yan Fenghuo would not be like this, but these two people are professional soldiers loyal to Pala. He understands professional soldiers better than anyone else.

Professional soldiers are people who have devoted their lives to being a soldier. In the closed world of the army, under the influence of the army, they have stubbornness and principles that are difficult for ordinary people to understand. Don't say that they fight for loyal people, even if Yan Fenghuo touches

In this case, you will choose a fair fight.

Because it represents dignity and honor, professional soldiers often regard the dignity of others as more important than their own lives.

If something happens to Zhang Fuji and someone asks Yan Fenghuo to fight him fairly, Yan Fenghuo will not hesitate to give the other party a chance to kill him fairly and preserve his dignity. Similarly, when it comes to Pala's dignity,

At that time, two Indo-Tibetan Special Border Force soldiers also chose to protect the dignity and honor of those they were loyal to and agreed to fight Yan Fenghuo in a fair fight.

Yan Fenghuo was let go, and two bottles of styptic powder and a roll of bandages were thrown at his feet. Since it was a fair battle of dignity, the two Indo-Tibetan Special Border Force soldiers did not want to take any advantage of Yan Fenghuo.

Applying styptic powder to stop the bleeding and wrapping the wound tightly with a bandage may not relieve the pain, but at least it will make it much better.

Taking the styptic powder, Yan Fenghuo sprinkled it on the wounds on his limbs, and then used both hands and mouth to wrap the wounds tightly with bandages. By squeezing, his movements became much more flexible.

"How many of you can Pala defeat by herself?" Yan Fenghuo pointed at the red scar on his neck and said, "Pala once cut my throat, and I cut hers. If it were just the two of you,

Personally speaking, there is no fairness. Call your soldiers, whether with bare hands or guns, in the valley of the Sky Burial Platform."

"You are too confident." A soldier stared at Yan Fenghuo.

"It's not that I'm confident, but..." Yan Fenghuo stretched out a finger and said, "It's because you are too weak. If I wanted to kill you, you would be dead bodies now. But I don't plan to do that, for the sake of Para's dignity.

, I adhere to the principle of fairness."

Yan Fenghuo sat on a rock very relaxedly, stared at the mountains to the west, and shook his head gently.

The hills to the west are all covered with rocks. The barrel of a sniper rifle that is very similar in color to the rocks is set in the rocks to achieve the most accurate locking.
Chapter completed!