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Volume 6 [The tiger is also strong when it goes to sea] NO.7 The father and son

Governing the Hindu Kush Mountains. From the eastern border town of Ghar in Afghanistan, a team of about 500 people began to advance. There were no infantry carriers, no aircraft, and only two legs.

The average weight per person is forty kilograms, which makes the Afghan guerrillas complain endlessly.

But there is a group of people in the team who are very conspicuous and can even be said to be stress-free.

"We have to arrive at Shahr Monjan. It's more than two hundred kilometers away from here.

A small, lean man in the team was also wearing weird Afghan clothes. He pointed on the map with his finger. In fact, there was originally a narrow road here, but it was obvious that it was completely integrated with the earth.

Divide each other and you and me.

"Afghanistan is very mountainous. There is no problem if we march like this, but we still have to separate halfway. If we are discovered, it will be really troublesome." Another person said.

The sniper rifle he held in his hand was wrapped in gray-brown cloth. On the surface, he just thought it was the clothes of an ordinary Afghan herdsman. It was tattered, dirty and very haggard.

There are more than a dozen Afghan hunting dogs. These greyhounds performed quite well and were sent from the military dog ​​farm in Inner Mongolia. Now, they will serve this group of lunatics.

Zhang Yaozu scanned it with his binoculars and said, "I heard that the Afghan Imperial Army is looking at us?"

His smile was ferocious and vulgar, making people shudder.

There is an Afghan boy named Timur. He is as skinny as a goat, but he is already sixteen years old. He is a member of the Afghan National Liberation Front. The total number of this organization is only 7,000. They are distributed in the northern and eastern mountainous areas of Afghanistan.

middle.

They have faith in Allah, who is said to be awesome but is actually not.

“Allah has said that we are the messengers of God

Zhang Yaozu said.

A translator next to him corrected him: "It's Allah, not Allah. Allah means tongues."

"I speak in dialect. Xiao Zhang Yaozu glanced at Fan Zeguan a little strangely.

The corner of the officer's mouth twitched, and finally he chose to shut up. Although he was actually very strong, he raised his rifle and gave this shameless bastard a shot, but since everyone proposed to practice alone, the whole team was so confused.

I tidied up the place outside. So many people felt that it was actually good to pretend to be low-key.

The arrogant Zhang Yaozu rolled his eyes at them proudly, carrying a big gun with a victor's attitude. Then he wiped his nose and wiped it on his clothes: "Winter is here, it's time to let the Imperial Army join forces."

Get some food, drink, and clothing for these poor guys."

"What are you going to do? Our mission is to practice secretly, not to command the battle. It is a special weapon that is only used under unavoidable circumstances.

"You stinking son of a bitch, if you ever fucking talk back to me, I'll shoot you bastard to death, do you believe it or not?" Zhang Yaozu put a military spike on the neck of the young man who was speaking, so fast that all around him

No one had time to react. In fact, Zhang Yaozu was carrying a big gun in his hand at that time. In other words, he was pulling out the military thorn with one hand, and the other party did not react.

"Don't be impulsive!" Qiu Jiangshan, the sweaty adjutant of the squad and known as the aggrieved political commissar, stopped Zhang Yaozu. Lao Qiu is a good man. When fighting Vietnamese, he never kills prisoners."

Unlike Zhang Yaozu, who completely ignored organizational discipline and kept killing as long as it felt good. He spared no one, including old people, women and children. When he saw a crowd, he fired with a whoosh of a rocket launcher.

The 40mm was invincible in the Vietnam battlefield, and the Yankee's pick became Zhang Yaozu's arrogant footbath. He must be so awesome that he ignored all the animals that knelt down and begged for mercy.

"The former Afghan government troops are resisting in the northern and western regions and can make the US military eat dust. As long as we make some small moves, can they bomb nuclear bombs into the mountains or something? I'm afraid of him!"

The tough-talking man was a strong man, carrying something unknown on his back. He was about 1.85 meters tall and wore loose clothes. Timur was carrying some small things for him, and he ate a pack of compressed biscuits on the way.

, which made Timur feel that his life was really satisfying.

Of course, after Fanzeguan read Timur's words, Zhang Yaozu took off his clothes and hung them up to dry for a long time. As the saying goes, the wind blows coldly, and the mind becomes strong. This move finally made Timur

Son knows, grandson, you are not fighting for biscuits, but for the canned goods of the US military, do you understand?

"The Imperial Alliance Army only has more than 300 troops in Shahrmen. There are not even enough guns to count. Do you still need to use your brains to deal with these things?

Zhang Yaozu picked his nose. The GPS he used was authentic American product.

But who stipulates that American goods cannot be used to challenge the Afghan Imperial Army, the lackeys of the US Empire?

In fact, Qiu Jiangshan and Zhang Yaozu had discussed it long ago. If they always stay north of the Hindu Kush Mountains, there will be no future. "The scope of activities must be opened up to allow the Imperial Alliance Army to move. Then... in the desert south of the mountains

Hermonzhan is actually a good place, especially since the Imperial Alliance Army here is still very sparse, and although the US military has strong delivery capabilities, there is no need to die here with a bunch of bumpkins playing eagle and catching chickens.

"But now is not the time to take action. Zhang Yaozu wanted to smoke a cigarette. After thinking about it, he put it away, and then said: "I will take the blame. Send them to death." He pointed at this group of Afghan proletarians who were completely poor and had no industry. He said calmly.

Then he grabbed Timur's ears and shouted loudly at the young man: "You are going to die! Are you happy?"

Timur was just crazy and took the lead, in fact, he was drunk. This wretched uncle was really "fucked". Anyone who disagreed with him was severely drilled. He didn't want to be without him.

Kiss the feet of Allah before you eat the can.

"Look, Lao Qiu. They are so aware. They know they will die, but they still have no hesitation. This kind of noble sentiment is really worth learning from our comrades."

Zhang Yaozu glanced at the young officer with squinted eyes and said.

Qiu Jiangshan sighed. Zhang Yaozu had a bad reputation. He had been guilty of many crimes in major military regions. It was probably because his ancestors had protected him from being shot that year. But this time, he didn't know if Zhang Yaozu would be shot directly if he returned alive.

On the national border.

But he didn't know that when Zhang Yaozu killed his classic Nokia mobile phone with two shots, he had fully realized that death was nothing more than this.

In this vigorous life of this middle-aged man, there was never anything he could not let go of. The only thing he could not let go of was perhaps one person, and that was his descendant, his only son. Zhang Yaozu’s most proud work, the Zhang family

The best species of three generations, Zhang Bi.

But Zhang Yaozu may not know that. At this moment, thousands of miles away, his best work is sitting on a soft chair to rest with his eyes closed. He doesn't even have the interest to raise his eyelids to look at the fierce fighting outside.

No. Niu Sanlu next to him was massaging him to relieve the pressure on his muscles.

Countless thoughts flashed through Zhang Ben's mind, and he suddenly felt that he was lucky to be here.

Did he really come here because of that prodigal little bitch Xia Zhenzhen? It seemed like that.

But...it only looks like it.

Only he himself knows that the shackles in his heart are getting looser as he kills his opponents again and again. Bullshit mechanical engineers, universities, cultural knowledge, and hard study are all bullshit.

What he wants is not to scare him, he just wants to become stronger, become stronger, become stronger.”

Three generations of the Zhang family came to live with him. Zhang Mingtang only had one son, and he ended up serving in the army. The old man felt regretful and smoked cigarettes for nearly a month.

It took a long time for his little grandson to grow up. But it seems that the past teachings have twisted him into a guy who is even more exaggerated than the third young master. He went to college and studied. But the result is that he has become more and more different.

Zhang Bi reflected on this, if it weren't for his heartless father Zhang Yaozu, who left his whole family behind and traveled the world carelessly, would he still be here?

Zhang Ben thought for a while, and it seemed that the trajectory deviation was not much different.

He will still choose to go to a work-study program. He will still work as a security guard in Rongfei Garden Community without incident. And when he sees Xia Zhenzhen's car being smashed, he will still take action without hesitation, and then "

When Xia Zhenzhen was really scared and the prodigal little bitch asked him if he wanted to do black boxing, would he go?

Maybe you will refuse the first time, the second time, the third time. What about the fourth time?

Zhang Bi was a little depressed. He could imagine how eager the beast in his heart was to go out and fight, even if it meant death.

His final path is calculated to be different, but the difference may not be too big.

He will definitely stand in the ring and beat his opponents to death without hesitation. He will use very sharp and cruel methods to break their necks hard and hard.

"call"

Zhang Bi took a long breath. It seemed as if the lingering nightmare in his mind was cleared at once. Niu Sanlu also felt that he seemed to have figured something out. Niu Sanlu asked: "Brother Zhang, what do you think?"

Did you understand something?

"Well, I have figured out some things. I have been feeling depressed in my chest for quite some time. Now I finally feel a little relieved.

Zhang Bi nodded to express his thanks, and Niu Sanlu pinched his shoulder muscles with a very skillful technique. He practiced the techniques of Hebei Sumo and Sanhuangmon, so this technique of activating blood circulation and unblocking meridians is definitely very effective.

"Brother Zhang is a great master, so it's normal for him to have important things on his mind. If a rough guy like me, who has enough to eat, drink and sleep, can repay the kindness of the fourth young master, I will be satisfied." Niu Sanlu said with a smile.

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"Has Brother Niu San got married? Zhang Bi suddenly asked

"It worked, why didn't it work? But in the year of the crackdown, two of my senior brothers were shot. The enemies couldn't find them, so they killed my mother-in-law. Later, I took revenge and kept hiding. Thank you, Si

The young master thought highly of me and took me in. Now that I have changed my appearance, I can go to Nanjing and have barbecue on the road."

Niu Sanlu said it easily, which made Zhang Bi feel deeply.

Then I heard Niu Sanlu say: "Later I prostituted a bitch on the gate. She thought I was okay, so she became a good person and gave me a son. He is now in the first grade and can speak eloquently. Maybe he is not me.

But think about it, forget it, just think of it as a buy one get one free. Anyway, that girl knows the Gu family, is good at running the house, and the little boy is obedient even if he is on the road. I will not teach him kung fu in the future. After learning this

, it’s really a reminder of your life sooner or later.”

Zhang Bi was stunned. He didn't expect that Niu Sanlu was actually a person with a story.

"Third brother is so lucky," Zhang Bi said with a heartfelt smile.

Niu Sanlu laughed loudly: "What a blessing, isn't it just that I prostituted a bad bitch and turned out to be a woman and got a little boy? I'm afraid that others will laugh at me because my hat is green. When I get back, I will take him there How about a paternity test? How could such a smart little kid become the father of my old cow?

"My third brother is smart, so my son is naturally smart.

Niu Sanlu smiled awkwardly and had a silly laugh for a while. He said no more.

Listening to the sounds outside, it seems that the winner has finally been decided. At this moment, Zhang Bi is very calm. He does not look outside, but slowly adjusts his breathing. He also lets the fountain of life continue to eliminate the soreness and swelling in his muscles. fatigue.

In the private room, Federo was excited and proud. Two of his men had won. He easily won the U.S. dollars from two Middle Eastern princes. These U.S. dollars might still smell of oil when they were received.

But at this time, Georgian steel tycoon Kirilenko Arvaev seems to be taking action. He also brought people here this time. And he is not a rookie. He once served in the army of the former Soviet Union and is already thirty this year. The four-year-old is a strong man with a sickly look on his face.

His name is Ivan. Ivan "White Bear".

He is 100cm tall, weighs a total of 122 kilograms, and has a circumference of more than 55cm on both arms. He is an absolutely powerful man, but he has not learned fighting skills. He is proficient in Soviet army fighting skills. He is also proficient in the characteristics of judo and karate, and has extremely ferocious abilities whether in fighting or close combat.

When he graduated from a Siberian school, he secretly killed the instructor who abused him. He was a notoriously vicious guy.

But there is one thing that is worth worrying about. That is that he is also a guy who only cares about money and not people.

Currently he is working for a Georgian steel tycoon. He has done assassination and spying on intelligence. He can be said to be a very versatile person.

This time, he will appear here as a warrior.

But he has no gun, no dagger, no grenades, only his pair of bear claws.

The Georgian steel tycoon was very satisfied with the record of Ivan "White Bear". At least when he played gladiatorial games with Russian oligarchs, he won a total of 500 million rubles from the idiot with a wrinkled fish face. This is what made Kiri One of the things that Lian Ke is extremely proud of.

Zhang Ben turned around and saw a strong man with a white body appearing in the field, and his opponent was Federo's gladiator, a guy from France.

His name is Leon, which is the same name as the male protagonist who is not a cold killer. He seems to be quite cool. He mainly practices French street fighting. He is very skilled in the attack methods with his hands.

It is still very famous in northern France.

The nickname "Cable" means that his hands are as strong and powerful as cables and can easily strangle his opponents.

However, the eyes of "White Bear" are clearly as cold as the place where he was born. This guy is simply a strange thing in the Siberian wilderness...

Zhang Bi frowned. His eyes fell on Ivan. This guy was expressionless. But he put a lot of pressure on people, and his momentum was restrained. No matter how you looked at it, he seemed to be an inconspicuous guy. But Zhang Bi was very It is clear that no one who can reach here is weak.

The strength of this "White Bear" Ivan cannot be underestimated.

The more low-key people are, the more powerful they are.

Do people like this live longer?

When Ivan sat still, he didn't say a word. He was like an ice sculpture. As if he didn't exist. Even if he moved around, in the eyes of others, he was just stumbling in the snow. Old hunter.

But Zhang Ben could feel the indifference in this guy's eyes, the indifference to the enemy, or more directly, the indifference to life.

Harvesting lives may no longer make him feel excited or happy.

Zhang Bi stood up and watched from a distance at the door?

Niu Sanlu asked: "Brother Zhang, what's wrong?"

"That person should be very strong!"

Zhang Bi's intuition told him that this was the case;

Niu Sanlu was stunned for a moment and asked: "The fight hasn't started yet, how do you know whether he is strong or not? The Frenchman's figure does not seem to be inferior to that old man's. And his arms are strong and thick, so he should still be able to fight.

Zhang Bi said, "Look. This intuition of mine has always been very accurate."

Intuition is not based on imagination, it is a comprehensive judgment, but you cannot describe it concretely, but since Zhang Bi said so, Niu Sanlu also observed seriously.

When the bell rang, Leon seemed to know that his opponent was difficult to deal with. So he chose to attack hard, but what was surprising was that Ivan still stood there expressionless. Leon's fist hit Ivan hard on the cheek.

There was a snap. It was like hitting a brick wall. Leon withdrew his fist. He instinctively wanted to defend against Ivan's possible counterattack.

But "White Bear" Ivan just blinked his eyes. Then he stuck out his tongue and licked the blood from the corner of his mouth.

He glanced at Leon with an indifferent expression. He suddenly laughed. After speaking a word in Russian, Leon was confused and still chose to attack, but at that moment, something changed suddenly!

The moment Leon's fist waved, little Ivan grabbed his fist faster, and then bent it down. There was a click, and his palm was disconnected.

Then Ivan clamped Leon's neck with one hand, preventing him from screaming at all. His whole body was rubbed to the ground, and then suddenly his arm became a little thicker. There was a click, and Leon's mouth was filled with blood. There is no doubt that

,died.

Ivan stood up and walked back coldly. Every step he took was like a cold wave coming from Siberia, so cold that it made people shiver.

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