Volume 6 [The tiger is strong even when it goes to sea] NO.229 Mark returns to the country
no.229 Mark returns to China, hello sister-in-law!
"Be patient."
"**Mom, it hurts me to death."
Amidst the hail of bullets, a strong man was hit by a piece of shrapnel in his abdomen. In the distance was a piece of scorched earth. The American position was still intact. Coupled with the U.S. military's air superiority, it was very difficult to win on the front line.
"Boss Ma, you're okay, Boss"
Mark held a cigar in his mouth: "I'm fine..."
He was bleeding a lot, his face was a little pale, and he might be a little exhausted.
"Inject it."
Zhang Yaozu took out the medicine box, and the accompanying special physician gave Mark an injection on his arm. At the same time, he debrided and sutured the wound on the spot, and applied an unknown plaster to the injured area. Mark immediately relaxed slightly and gasped.
After a while, he murmured: "**...American bombs...are really fucking powerful."
There were beads of sweat all over his face, and he looked more embarrassed than ever.
The guerrillas lost more than 300 people in two days, which is a microcosm of high-tech modern local war. The weak side simply does not have much power to counterattack.
However, Mark was fortunate that most of the people who died were locals in Afghanistan. The ALA members did not have much idea about casualties. Zhang Yaozu's bravery was able to maintain their will to fight, and their morale did not collapse.
"Taking this place is like pulling out a nail."
Zhang Yaozu took the cigar, took a puff, and then handed it to Ivan the Big White Bear. This Russian guy hasn't left here yet. According to the contract, he can leave long ago.
But now, he still stays.
When he goes out, his men and horses are likely to be sniped by Americans. He has a strong premonition about this.
When Bonis left, he also breathed a sigh of relief. Shi Guangren told him that one of the important targets of Bonis' trip was him, Ivan Podolsky, this terrible killer.
Ivan is not afraid of Bonis, but judging from the news from the Chinese people, it seems that the Americans do not take him seriously. If it were not for Zhang Bi, his daughter Katyusha would have died twice.
The gap between him and the Americans is getting worse.
Therefore, in the next four months, Ivan actually supported Zhang Yaozu's activities for free. In addition to the fact that working with Zhang Yaozu was very easy and did not require brainpower, it was also a matter of having similar interests and a comradeship.
Just like when they fought against German fascists, the British and the Soviets could hold hands.
But it is not without benefits. There is a lot of gold in Afghanistan. If you kill the local nobles and tribal chiefs, you will get a lot of money. Moreover, Zhang Yaozu has people on the border of Pakistan. His old comrades from those days are all coming to help. It can be said that the father and son Zhang Yaozu and Zhang Bi are gone.
Completely different paths.
Zhang Yaozu was supported by the military, while Zhang Bi was supported by the intelligence agency.
A monster-like father and son.
"The Americans will fight back very hard."
Ivan's fingers were also trembling a little. They had been moving in this area for nearly twenty hours. Although they still had plenty of energy, it was not an option to continue like this.
Although American soldiers are arrogant, they are not as stupid as before. There are more and more ways to deal with guerrillas, and they know how to sum up their combat experience.
The U.S. military in front of us are real veterans, not new recruits.
A Marine Corps Rangers team, led by an old rival, has been fighting since Zhang Yaozu entered Afghanistan, and has been fighting until now. This guy can be considered a Lian Po-like figure, and the attack may have almost missed the point and means.
But the defense is indeed as strong as a turtle.
"Is Mannstein a German surname?"
Zhang Yaozu suddenly asked Ivan.
The big white bear shook his head: "Maybe it is, maybe it is not, who knows, but we must kill him today."
"Wait until night."
Suddenly a deep voice sounded.
It's Mark.
This guy's blood-red eyes were like those of a beast, and he roared: "I will lead a team of people to take down his two bunkers at night. The air support at night is limited, so I will ambush the military supply depot and the route here in advance to attack
Their helicopters will resolve the battle within twenty minutes."
"Rely on what?"
Zhang Yaozu frowned.
"people."
Mark grinned, spit a mouthful of thick phlegm into the blackened crater next to it, and then said: "Liu Chengdong, Liu Chengcai, Liu Chengshi, you three come here."
"Brother Ma, what's the matter? You give me orders."
Two days later, something happened that made the American leader tremble all over while he was in the United Nations General Assembly. The second slap in the face on the Afghan battlefield occurred.
The first slap in the face was Zhang Yaozu’s base, and the second slap in the face was...
Colonel George Manenstein of the U.S. Marine Corps was killed in a premeditated encirclement attack. At the same time, two armed helicopters at a forward base of the U.S. Army were shot down. The opponent used a portable anti-aircraft missile. The U.S. military
In this opponent's action, more than 100 people were killed or injured.
This is also the first time since the war in Afghanistan that the US military has suffered more than 100 casualties in a single battle.
As for how much the guerrillas lost, no one knows, and no one wants to know.
Taliban?
How many people care about the Taliban now?
Even Uncle ** himself looked depressed. I'm afraid there has never been anything worse than being ignored by the US military.
However, neither the Americans nor the Chinese will quarrel with each other. It is just a proxy war. How many deaths are not deaths?
As for those volunteers, I can only say that they can win over them if they can, and appease them if they can.
Mark returned from the Pakistan border with twenty-six urns. This time, no one came to arrest him with handcuffs. The big bosses in Xinjiang with gold stars on their shoulders came to greet him. While looking embarrassed, they said with emotion
He said: "Take care."
The tens of millions of marks offered to appease him were not enough to impress him, but he arranged a trip to the capital. The person who received him was Shang Hexin, the commander of the Jinyiwei. Boss Shang invited Mark to have a meal. Although the dare warriors of Sanxuantang
He was not afraid of anything, but he was still a little frightened when he saw the chief eagle and dog in the court.
Who is Shang Hexin? A great guy who can drive Mark away.
"Boss Shang, please."
Mark is huge, with a figure of two meters, and a suit of muscled clothes that is about to explode. He is accompanied by dozens of boys, all of them are extremely tough and murderous. Unlike the US military who brutally kills Afghan bumpkins, they are really using their weakness to make a big difference.
, fighting for their lives against the Americans. In the past, planes roared overhead every day, followed by explosions, followed by vibrations, and shock waves that made people tremble.
This kind of life lasted for more than a year, and it was not a human life at all.
Suddenly I got on the train back to my country, and when I had a solid sleep, even Boss Ma secretly shed a stream of tears, feeling indescribably sad.
"Mark, do you want to recruit? Any department, it's up to you."
Shang Hexin sighed and said with emotion.
He was not giving charity or showing mercy. Only Zhang Yaozu could enjoy those days in Afghanistan. Even Di Jiangshan, who went with Zhang Yaozu, could not understand at all how Zhang Yaozu could maintain such a high fighting spirit.
There's something scary about it, like non-human beings.
The reason why the Afghan militiamen were able to resist the US military was because they died one after another and were replaced one after another. However, there was no fundamental loss of Zhang Yaozu's strength. How did he persevere?
no one knows.
Even the Great White Bear Ivan Podolsky admitted from the bottom of his heart that this monster is more terrifying than his son Zhang Bi. If Zhang Bi is a monster, then Zhang Yaozu is the devil.
"Boss Shang...thank you. Mr. Ma may not be lucky enough to be a peace officer in this life."
He took a sip of strong wine, took a breath, and put down the wine cup heavily: "I'm still not as good as my brother. I've seen cruel people, but I've never seen such cruel people."
"When you come back this time, will you go back?"
Shang Hexin asked.
The other tables of young people from Sanxuantang and Yongyitang were all there drinking wine, eating vegetables, and eating. One table suddenly started crying.
Then I picked up baby cabbage with chopsticks and burst into tears.
The few people standing behind Shang Hexin were all blank. Boss Shang was slightly startled, but then he understood and said: "You will rest in the capital for a few days and relax, but... don't cause trouble."
As if he was worried about something, he reminded him anyway.
Mark laughed, then suddenly turned around and cursed: "Why the hell are you crying, you bitches, even if it's just a ball bag, I'll fucking shut it up."
He slapped the table with a terrifying momentum.
The No. 1, No. 2 and No. 3 behind Boss Shang were all very nervous.
Zhang Ben is fierce, but not violent, and this Mark is really a violent master.
You can go crazy at any time.
The last time Zhang Bi made a big fuss in the capital, he had already caused a lot of trouble. If dozens of fierce people come here again, no one can stand it.
He tore up a chicken leg and after eating it all, he grabbed a chicken drumstick and started tearing it apart. He said while eating: "To tell you the truth, Boss Shang, the war there is actually tight, but this time it's a bit big."
, more than twenty of my brothers died, Zhang Yaozu couldn’t say that he was so righteous that he told me to get out, and he withstood it alone. I don’t know if he is still alive.”
After eating, Mark breathed a sigh of relief and said, "The market is becoming increasingly uncertain now. There are too many American planes."
Shang Hexin nodded and said: "You have also heard about what Zhang Ben did in Burma."
Mark nodded and said: "He left this place for me. When he comes back this time, he will go to Myanmar first. The court wants to recruit me, so we will accept it first. I can't stand the leisure. I just came down from the front line and asked me to
Enjoy happiness, Boss Shang, if it were you and me, what would you do?"
Shang He thought for a while and said: "I won't do it."
"That's it. As a man, how can I rely on the death of my brothers to enjoy my happiness? Otherwise, wouldn't all my brothers have died in vain?"
He was chewing meat in his mouth, and all he said was unclear, but at this moment, the people staring at them all had expressions of silence or admiration in their hearts.
"I'm a rough man and don't know much about etiquette and morals. But, Boss Shang, tell me, are we considered men? Have we done anything that would offend our conscience and the elders in the country?"
Mark asked twice, and Shang Hexin actually picked up the wine cup, raised his glass to the people at the table and said, "Here's a drink."
it is more than words.
In addition to staying in the capital because the military bosses wanted to know something about the situation, Boss Shang also wanted to get something for them to bring into Myanmar, and all the greetings had to be paid, so Mark and the others were allowed to stay in the capital.
Of course, no trouble can be made.
After staying here for two days, the only thing Mark knew was that his brother and his wife were here, and he thought to himself: Is this a hostage?
Thinking again, this is of course impossible. Boss Shang will not let this happen, and the complex interest groups will not let it happen.
Xia Zhenzhen was much better off in the capital than she was back then. Back then she was beaten in the face by relying on the Tian family's financial resources to show off her power in the capital. It was really embarrassing and humiliating, and she offended some people, so she had to leave the capital in despair and run away.
I went to Zhonghai to lick my wounds.
However, if that incident had not happened, she would not have met Zhang Bi in Zhonghai. If she had not met Zhang Bi, there would not have been what happened later, let alone such a fantasy thing as Zhang Bi appearing in Myanmar.
The butterfly effect.
In the grand theater in the capital, a performance of Notre Dame de Paris is being performed. There are many people coming, wearing suits and ties, and wearing evening clothes. There are countless luxury cars, supercars and off-road cars parked outside. They are lined up one after another.
When I turn on the headlights, it feels very dazzling.
Mark and his friends were drinking in a hotel across the street. There were many tables in the lobby, but when these brave people entered, they almost made the lobby manager urinate. He thought they were setting things off.
“Come to a table anytime”
Everyone sat down. They were all wearing short-sleeved and big shorts. Their arms were covered with scars. Some of them, those who knew what they were doing, could see that some people's arms were obviously pierced by M-series bayonets from the US military, and some were shot by M16s.
Penetrating distance.
Of course, it's not broken, and the arm isn't broken either. Fortunately, why can't the M16 adapt to the harsh climate and environment of Afghanistan?
"Brother Ma, what are we doing here?"
Liu Chengdong's head was still covered with a large piece of white gauze, making it look like Zhou Papi. Mark's face was ferocious, and his body was huge and scary. If you were to talk about others, you would still think, huh, this is a basketball player.
When I see this guy, I just think, Damn it, he escaped from Xinjiang’s prison for serious criminals.
"Eat your food. When I see your brother Zhang's wife later, be alert and ask your sister-in-law, does she know?"
Mark smacked his lips, but after all, his younger brother was younger than Zhang Ben... Really, he didn't have any of them. He called her sister-in-law, and with such talk, he was much shorter.
"Brother Ma, does Brother Zhang's mother-in-law look good?"
Liu Chengdong smiled and asked.
Mark drank a bottle of beer, breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "Why isn't she beautiful? She is a great beauty and she is a perfect match for my brother. It is a perfect match. I can't find him anywhere with a lantern."
They were so happy to call each other brothers that the lobby manager was alert and knew to make a phone call. After a while, a group of people came, thirty or fifty of them. The leader came over to say hello. Mark glanced at it and said,
He said impatiently: "Where did the bird come from? If you have nothing to do, go and cool down."
After all, that guy was the boss of the gang, and he felt a little aggrieved at the moment. Just as he was about to speak, these 50-plus-year-old men actually pulled out a handful of military thorns and stuck them on the dining table with a bang. They didn’t say anything and just looked at
There were thirty or fifty of them.
"I'll pay for your meals today."
After all, he is just a bastard and has good eyesight. He is responsible for the evil spirit in this person... Is it still a human being that he is responsible for?
I thought back to the big event in the capital a few months ago, and I suddenly trembled. Is it another dragon crossing the river? Or is it a dragon crossing the river that will go crazy at the feet of the emperor?
Listen, that's the same thing.
There were people eating in the hall originally, but when he saw the dozens of shining military thorns, he was so excited that he didn't even have the strength to stand up, and almost peed his pants.
Some of them took it easy, paid the bill, and ran away immediately. Who dares to stay here?
When the dishes were served, they were filled with enough portions. Everyone was eating and drinking. If you wanted to toast, you would get a small cup. If you didn’t like it, you would get a larger bowl.
A large number of them took large soup basins, filled them with Wuliangye, and poured them down without fear of burning to death.
The chefs in these hotels were all confused. They had seen something drinkable, but they had never seen Wuliangye, which was over 50 degrees Celsius, poured as water. Aren't you afraid of being burned to death?
How do they know that any of the wine made by Sanxuantang is not 61 degrees? Fifty degrees... It's trivial, and it is watered down.
At nine o'clock in the evening, they were eating and drinking happily. A table of 9,000 yuan, Mark dropped 30,000 yuan, and did not let the gang leader who farted before take it seriously. The manager in the hotel even thought of kneeling down. It was so touching.
Already.
By the time they got up, this guy was really miserable.
If he had been eaten for a few tables and had no money to get back, would he really dare to ask the gang leader for money? Of course he wouldn't, so he would probably get out, but look, what is Jianghu morality? This is
Mark paid 30,000 yuan to the manager and said, "Boy, when doing business in the future, be more honest and stop thinking about how to rip people off. By the way, tell your boss that he will still be spending money with you tomorrow."
.Is it done?”
"Master Chengcheng, when will you arrive tomorrow?"
"have no idea."
Mark led his people out in a grand manner. Pedestrians on the road looked sideways and avoided him. The members of the Secret Service who were observing from a distance all looked at each other: What the hell is this?
His behavior... is really simple, brutal and barbaric.
No wonder he and Zhang Bi are sworn brothers, a friendship that can save lives by exchanging cups and cups.
"Brothers, have you seen it? Guard the door. You must be smarter later."
Mark said so.
"I know, Brother Ma"
They were having their fill of wine and dinner, and the Grand Theater had also dispersed. At the door, a tall woman wearing a pair of purple sunglasses said condescendingly and disdainfully: "Xia Zhenzhen, I didn't expect you to come to the opera.
"
She was surrounded by six bodyguards, making her very conspicuous.
On the other hand, Xia Zhenzhen, who was standing next to her, casually dressed in casual clothes, retorted: "I see that Notre Dame de Paris is short of a bell ringer, so why don't you just take off your makeup and just act."
"Xia Zhenzhen, you are such a little..."
"Hello sister-in-law"
A group of muscular men with fierce faces, led by a monster, stood on the steps in five rows. Everyone around them trembled.