The rammed earth city walls spread out and crisscross underneath, with different heights, as well as dilapidated pavilions and houses. You can already see how majestic and tall it was back then.
Living in the ruins of this underground ancient city, one can vaguely feel the mystery and glory of the ancient country in the Western Regions thousands of years ago.
In a hidden corner of a house with no roof and only three of its four walls, three men in special warfare uniforms were lying.
They seemed to be relaxing, but they were wary of something. Even breathing, they were careful and only maintained a weak breathing rhythm.
Looking at the faces of the three of them, they all looked haggard, with heavy bags under their eyes, and multiple wounds all over their bodies. The wounds looked fresh, and blood seeped into their clothes.
"Hoo, ho." One of the youngest, a short-haired man whose real name is Ding Anping, while using short and weak breaths to relieve the fatigue and tension in his body, cursed in a low voice: "If it weren't for those damn tomb robbers,
, if we touch the organs here, we won’t be in such a mess.”
"You think that monster won't be chasing you, right?"
Xiang Shaofeng, the eldest among the three people with a Chinese character face, shook his head and whispered: "It's hard to say, it just depends on the size of its belly. If it eats those people, it will
Once you're full, you probably won't come to us again."
The last man licked his chapped lips and said with a wry smile: "If we can't get back to the ground, sooner or later we will be the monster's food. Even if the guy is full now, it will be hungry again in the evening or tomorrow..."
Liao Ziqiang didn't finish his words, but he was inevitably a little frustrated in his heart.
Xiang Shaofeng glanced at Liao Ziqiang, patted Liao Ziqiang's shoulder hard, and encouraged: "Don't say depressing words and recover your strength. As long as we are alive, there is still hope. We can die, but your Majesty needs it."
We must give away the three-color seven-star grass!"
As he spoke, he found a wooden box from his pocket, opened it, and found several three-color seven-star grasses lying flat inside.
The three of them looked at the three-color seven-star grass. They were all indoors.
"Squad leader, you are right, we must fight to the end and cannot be discouraged!" Liao Ziqiang's frustrated look was replaced by perseverance.
Your Majesty is the god in the hearts of these warriors, and it is their belief. Since the Three-Color Seven-Star Grass is what Your Majesty needs, they will give it away successfully even if they use their last strength!
The next moment, Xiang Shaofeng and the other three looked at each other in unison and said in unison: "We are the glorious northern warriors. We will never abandon, never give up, and never give up!"
After speaking in unison, all three of them showed a smile.
Speaking of Your Majesty, Ding Anping, the youngest, immediately looked up to him with admiration. He couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "Squad Leader, when Your Majesty first joined the army, was he really a soldier under your command?"
Ding Anping, a new recruit in the army, and Xiang Shaofeng, the legendary squad leader in the northern theater, are comrades in the same regiment, but they don't have many opportunities to interact with each other.
This time he came to southern Xinjiang to look for the three-color seven-star grass. He had never been embarrassed to ask. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he couldn't help but asked Xiang Shaofeng about the northern warlord Han Jiulin's initial enlistment in the army.
At that time, he was assigned to work under Xiang Shaofeng.
The story about Han Jiulin's rapid rise and growth as a new warrior has always been the most popular legend among the soldiers in the Northern War Zone.
However, there are many versions of Han Jiulin's deeds, even in the three-thirds of an acre of land in the Northern War Zone.
Ding Anping was naturally unwilling to miss the opportunity to seek confirmation from Xiang Shaofeng, the legendary squad leader.
When Xiang Shaofeng heard this, he smiled lightly and said, "It's true."
Ding Anping regained his energy and asked with high spirits: "Was that gentleman very powerful when he first joined the army? Did he have the aura of a king that stood out from the crowd?"
Xiang Shaofeng recalled the memories from seven years ago and couldn't help laughing: "He was considered to be outstanding at that time, but not because of his kingly spirit, but because he was too handsome. Everyone laughed at him because he was thin-skinned and tender.
Butterboy who can’t bear the pain.”
Ding Anping was dumbfounded and said in astonishment: "At that time, did anyone dare to laugh at Your Majesty?"
Liao Ziqiang on the side couldn't help but said: "Isn't this nonsense? Your Majesty was just a new soldier who had just joined the army at that time. Shouldn't he be laughed at?"
Ding Anping scratched his head and said: "But your Majesty cannot be a person who cannot endure hardship."
Xiang Shaofeng nodded, with memories in his eyes, and said with a hint of regret: "Of course not, when the new soldiers were recruited for the test, he was the strongest one and the one who persisted until the end.
Later, we participated in the Battle of Beilu together. It was his first time on the battlefield. I was afraid that he would be nervous at first, so I cheered him up. But later I found that he was not nervous at all, and he completely adapted to the gunfire and bullets on the battlefield.
life and death.
Later, more than a thousand soldiers of our army were besieged by tens of thousands of enemies, imprisoned, and gradually ran out of ammunition and food.
At that time, all of us, from top to bottom, thought we were doomed that time.
However, just when we were all in despair, he single-handedly saved us from being surrounded by enemies ten times our size!
After that battle, he stood out, received awards and recognition, and rose all the way up."
Ding Anping and Liao Ziqiang both showed deep envy in their eyes.
They envied Xiang Shaofeng, who was lucky enough to be Han Jiulin's old squad leader and fight alongside him.
This is probably the greatest honor for a warrior.
At least, it is a profound memory that can last a lifetime.
Xiang Shaofeng withdrew his thoughts, pulled Ding Anping and Liao Ziqiang out of the state of listening to the story, and said: "Okay, let's not talk anymore, we have almost rested, let's take action! Take advantage of the monster's belly next time
Before you get hungry, hurry up and find a way to get out."
"good!"
"yes!"
Ding Anping and Liao Ziqiang responded together. The three of them endured the pain and discomfort all over their bodies, cheered up, stood up from the ground together, exchanged a few words with each other about their next actions, and then planned to leave this place with only three walls.
Inside the depression.
However, just when the three of them were about to emerge from the depression, they heard a few footsteps coming from a distance.
At the same time, low voices of conversation also followed.
"Master Luo, are we coming in from this direction?"
"No problem, it's in this direction, and if we walk up to ten miles further, we'll be at the entrance."
In the hollow, Xiang Shaofeng and the other three looked at each other, and they all stopped in their tracks, not allowing themselves to make any noise.
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