Following He Zhenzhong's gaze, a Chinese staff member explained: "Marshal, this is a TV series that is currently being broadcast in the United States. It was filmed by the remnant sticks in South Korea and caused a big sensation. It is a group of remnant sticks.
The special forces personally went into battle to film it, in order to promote South Korea and boost their domestic morale, and secondly, to raise funds for their government-in-exile in the United States. ≯≌≌≯"
"He, the Descendants of the Sun?" Marshal Chu curled his lips and cursed: "These guys have the thickest skin in the universe, and they dare to say such things."
"Fuck, we are the descendants of the dragon. The descendants of Yan and Huang, and the descendants of Nuwa have never been so high-profile." Zheng Lingwei also snorted, "Only such a stick dare to say that."
"Isn't that true? Isn't the sun very powerful? Thousands of years ago, our ancestors and descendants shot it down, and how many of their descendants dared to jump around?" Qu Haitao was also a little disdainful, and that was the only virtue of those sticks.
"However, Marshal, according to our investigation, those guys are indeed the special forces of the White Tiger Regiment of South Korea. They have been operating in the United States in an attempt to restore the country." An intelligence agent lurking in the United States whispered: "Marshal came to the United States, I guess
, those guys will definitely not miss this opportunity."
"White Tiger Regiment?" He Zhenzhong frowned slightly, "If I remember correctly, during the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea, in January, the regiment headquarters of this special forces team that was boasted by sticks was destroyed by a one-man team from the Chinese Volunteer Army.
Yes, everyone including Commander Bangzi was killed and the prisoners were captured. The regimental flag should still be placed in the Beijing Military Museum."
"Marshal remembered correctly, it was that army, but it was rebuilt later."
Immediately, a group of Chinese soldiers lost their spirits. A troops that had been so miserable could dare to be so arrogant and claim to be the descendants of the sun. Gosh, the shame of these sticks is unprecedented and unprecedented.
The point.
"Look at that hairstyle, it's crazy. If you weren't beaten into a pig's head in my Chinese army, how could you still be so handsome?" Marshal Chu was completely speechless. He looked really handsome. It was unrealistic. As soon as he entered
In the army, it's just a matter of shaving your head. What hairstyle do you want?
puff.
Qu Haitao, who was next to him, had just taken a sip of water, but when he saw the picture on the screen, he immediately sprayed, "Damn it, they are special forces after all. Can you not be so high-profile? You also wear sunglasses and pretend to be struck by lightning. That's not right.
, that’s what you get on the battlefield.”
"Marshal, why don't you make one too? It'll be really cool."
"Don't let a few remaining sticks steal the spotlight. Let the world see who is the most handsome, toughest, and most ruthless soldier in the world."
He Zhenzhong was speechless. He glared at the two guys and shrugged, "Even if you can film something to deceive a little girl, can it be filmed like this? Have the special forces ever been so clean? Okay, let's go."
"yes."
As for these remnants of sticks, just look at them, they are just a bunch of scum, nothing to take to heart.
On the other side, in a slightly empty building.
"The damn Chinese have left the White House and returned to their destination." A stickman looked at the people around him with murderous intent on his face, "This is a good opportunity for us to take revenge."
"My country, Korea, is destroyed because of him. Even if he dies, they will try their best to kill him."
"That's right."
Several guys said this and looked to the corner.
Descendants of the Sun Liu Shizhen was sitting there with his head buried and carefully wiping the hair in his hands without raising his head. Only a cold voice came, "This time, I will kill him, take off his head and bring him back."
Korea, pay homage to the souls of thousands of people who died tragically."
Jiang Muyan, who was sitting next to him, looked at him, with a trace of fascination and admiration flashing in her eyes. Since ancient times, beauties have loved heroes, and the man in front of her was undoubtedly a man among men, cold, serious, cruel, and powerful.
Swish.
Liu Shizhen stood up with it, turned his head, looked at the sticks around him, and said coldly: "Put on the equipment, it's almost time, it's time to retrieve that guy's head."
Jiang Muyan also stood up and began to sort out her weapons and equipment. Although she was a doctor, that was all in the past. Now she is a soldier, a soldier fighting for the restoration of the Republic of Korea.
After sorting out the equipment, she slung it across her body and looked at Liu Shizhen who had already put on the equipment. The fascination in her eyes was even more intense. He was so handsome. Korean men were countless times better than those Chinese men.
Looking at Jiang Muyan, Liu Shizhen couldn't help but show a hint of pride on his face. As a man, he has quite a lot of vanity. What's more, Jiang Muyan is also a rare beauty.
"Twilight smoke."
"Um."
Liu Shizhen reached out and tugged her hair, with a gentle expression on his face, "We'll get married after I chop off that guy's head, okay?"
"But, I heard that the God of Death is the most powerful person in the world." Jiang Muyan was a little worried.
"That's because he didn't meet me." Liu Shizhen smiled confidently.
"Um."
The sticks around him didn't have the slightest feeling about all this, as if they were accustomed to it. However, if He Zhenzhong was here and his subordinates were soldiers like Liu Shizhen, he would probably be sent to the farm to raise pigs.
Yes, it’s time to carry out a mission. If you don’t stick to the top strategy, you are here to be cool and flirt with girls. What if you are not seeking death?
After a few minutes, Liu Shizhen finished hooking up with Jiang Muyan, and then looked at the remaining special forces with sticks, "Let's go and chop off that guy's head."
"yes."
So, these dozen or so remaining stick special forces left here under the cover of night, heading towards the intelligence from the American side and towards the hotel where He Zhenzhong and others were staying...