If the convoy of heavily loaded trucks were compared to a moving city wall, then the jeeps charging desperately were like siege cones, ramming into it with force and force.
No one noticed that while the vehicles on both sides were clashing, there was a latest drone in the sky, quietly observing the battlefield.
On the drone, a red dot flashed, and the shocking image in front of me was continuously transmitted to an inconspicuous single-family building several kilometers away.
The top of the building is semicircular, like an upside-down satellite pot.
"Tsk tsk tsk~~"
On the top floor of the building, in a high-tech and gorgeously decorated environment that was completely opposite to the ordinary outside, a young man in a white suit with long legs looked leisurely at the fierce battlefield covering the entire wall.
"Chen Yang is Chen Yang."
"It's still so powerful. In just a few days, it was possible to create such a big battle in Myanmar."
"Your uncle is still your uncle after all!"
The young man in a white suit clicked his tongue in admiration, looked around, and sighed to the old man dressed as a butler next to him: "Uncle, do you think so?"
The old butler, whom he called uncle, bowed and said without being rude, but also with a bit of politeness and distance: "Young Master, why do we, the Zhang family, have to fight to the death with the Chen family?"
"Are you worried that Chen Yang will gain a lot in the battle for spiritual stones when the spiritual stone is born and the door to the new world is opened?
Do you want to eliminate Mr. Chen, your biggest rival first?"
The young man in the white suit laughed, stretched out a finger, shook it in front of his face, and said:
"Uncle, you are wrong, it is not the Zhang family who wants to have trouble with the Chen family.
It's me, Zhang Qilin, who wants to fight Chen Yang!"
"What about the spiritual stone dispute? Ahem, no, that's right. Anyway, I just want to fight with him!"
"This opportunity is rare. Usually old men would not give me such great power.
Oh, I envy Chen Yang so much, he can kill the old guy in the family!"
Zhang Qilin shook his head, his eyes turning blue with envy.
The old housekeeper rolled his eyes, but he knew that this young master of his was probably speaking without restraint, and he said the same thing in front of the elderly in the family.
Unable to stand up to the number one family in the three provinces of Liaodong, a thousand-year-old family, Zhang Qilin of this generation of the Zhang family in Liaodong stands out. He has surpassed his father's generation at a young age. He is in charge of the family's heritage. It is really the hope of the family, and the elders have to give him some tolerance.
"Oh, what a pity..."
Zhang Qilin slapped his thigh, pointed at the image in the video and sighed: "Hey, I still let him run away."
In the video, at the most intense collision point between the two vehicles, a gap appeared, and the only remaining jeep passed through it.
The rest of the jeeps, as well as the Burmese soldiers led by the Monkey King, stayed to fight with Zhang Qilin's men.
At the end of the image in the video, the jeep Chen Yang was riding in sped away, leaving billows of smoke and dust behind it, and rushed straight onto the road.
Chen Yang, get away!
"Three waves of hands could not hurt him even a hair."
"In the land of China, heroes emerge in large numbers. Luans and phoenixes gather together. When it comes to heroes, who is the hero?"
Zhang Qilin pointed one finger at the stunning jeep in the video image and the other at his own nose, and sang in a Peking Opera-like tone:
"Only Chen Yang and Zhang Qilin!"
The old butler rolled his eyes again, feeling that in front of this Qilin of his own, his old and dim eyes would become cross-eyed as he got used to it.
"Slip away!"
Zhang Qilin stood up, grabbed the old housekeeper who was still rolling his eyes, and walked towards a pure white helicopter parked inside.
"Master..."
The old housekeeper was confused.
Now it was Zhang Qilin's turn to roll his eyes: "Hey, uncle, you don't think that the only opponent of this generation that I, the Zhang family's Qilin'er, will be easy to mess with, do you?"
"I served him three big dishes, and if he doesn't give me a cup of chili sauce in return, he's in trouble!"
As soon as Zhang Qilin finished speaking, the display screens hanging on all sides were constantly extinguishing, and armed men with guns flashed past, sneaking in...