Along the Hindu Kush mountain range, from the eastern border town of Ghar in Afghanistan, a contingent of about five hundred people began to advance, with no infantry carriers, no planes, only two legs.

The average weight of each person is 40 kilograms, which makes the Afghan guerrillas miserable.

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

"We're going to get to Shahrmonjan, which is more than 200 kilometers away."

A lean man in the group, also dressed in a strange Afghan attire, pointed his finger at the map, which used to be a narrow road, but it was clear that it was completely at one with the earth, without distinguishing between each other and you.

"Afghanistan is mountainous, and there is nothing wrong with us marching like this, but we still have to separate halfway, and if we are discovered, it will be a real headache."

Another said.

The sniper rifles in his hands were wrapped in gray-brown strips of cloth, and on the surface, it only seemed that this was the dress of an ordinary Afghan herdsman, tattered, dirty, and very haggard.

There are more than a dozen Afghan hounds, these greyhounds are doing well, they were sent from a military dog farm in Inner Mongolia, and now, they will serve this group of madmen.

Zhang Yaozu swept it with a telescope: "I heard that the Imperial Allied Army in Afghanistan despised us?" ”

His smile was hideous and obscene, which made people shudder.

There was an Afghan boy named Timur, who was as thin as a goat, but he was already sixteen years old, and he was a member of the Afghan National Liberation Front, an organization of only 7,000 people in the northern and eastern mountains of Afghanistan.

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

"Allah has said that we are God's angels."

Zhang Yaozu said.

A translator next to him corrected: "It's Allah, not Allah, Allah is a dialect." ”

"I'm speaking in tongues." Zhang Yaozu glanced at the translator with some strange eyes.

The corner of the translator's mouth twitched, and finally chose to shut up, although he was actually very strong and raised his rifle to give this shameless bastard a shuttle, but since everyone proposed to practice alone, the whole team was cleaned up by this animal inside and out, so many people felt that it was actually good to pretend to be low-key.

The arrogant Zhang Yaozu glanced at them proudly, carried a big gun with a victorious attitude, then wiped a handful of snot and wiped it on his clothes: "Winter is coming, and the Imperial Association Army should get these poor guys some food, drink, and clothing." ”

"What are you going to do? Our mission is to train in secret, not to direct combat, which is a special ...... that is only necessary when we have to do so."

"You stinky bitch raised a fucking backtalk with Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu shot you a dog, do you believe it or not?" Zhang Yaozu rested a military thorn on the neck of the young man who spoke, so fast that the people around him didn't have time to react, but in fact, Zhang Yaozu was still carrying a big gun in his hand at the time, that is, he pulled out the military spur with one hand, and the other party didn't react.

"Don't be impulsive!" The adjutant of the squad who was sweating, Di Jiangshan, who was known as the aggrieved political commissar, stopped Zhang Yaozu, Lao Di is a good person, and when he fights the Vietnamese, he never kills prisoners...... Unlike Zhang Yaozu, who completely ignores the surname of organizational discipline, he keeps killing if he kills cool, and he doesn't let go of the elderly, women and children, and when he sees a lot of people, he just snorts the bazooka and lets it go.

The 69 forty-millimeter RPG was invincible on the battlefield in Vietnam, and the Yankees' death became Zhang Yaozu's arrogant footbath, and he must have ignored all the cattle who knelt down and begged for mercy.

"Afghanistan's former political axe army is resisting in the north and west, and it can make the US military eat dust, and if we make a small move, can they bomb the mountains or what? I'm afraid of him [***]! ”

The hard-talking man was a strong man, carrying something I don't know what it was on his back, about one meter eighty-five tall, wearing a wide suit, Timur was carrying some small things for him on the side, and he ate a pack of compressed biscuits on the way, which made Timur feel that he was really satisfied in this life.

Of course, after the translator translated Timur's words, he was stripped naked and hung up by Zhang Yaozu for a long time, as the so-called wind blows ** cold, and his mind becomes stronger, this trick finally let Timur know, grandson, you are not fighting for PLA compressed biscuits, but for the canned food of the US army, you know?

"The Imperial Allied Army only has more than 300 troops in Shahrmon, and one gun is not enough for each person, do you still need to use your brains to deal with these goods?"

Zhang Yaozu digs his nostrils, and the GPS he uses is GPS, which is an authentic American product.

But who said that you can't use American goods to go to the lackeys of the American empire, the Imperial Allied Army of Afghanistan?

Di Jiangshan has actually discussed with Zhang Yaozu a long time ago, if he always nests in the north of the Hindu Kush Mountains, it has no future, and he must open up the scope of activities and let the Imperial Alliance Army move, then, Shahrmon Zhan in the south of the mountain range is actually a good place, especially the Imperial Association Army here is still very scarce, and although the US military has a strong delivery ability, there is no need to die here and play with a group of soil buns to catch chickens.

"But now is not the time to do it." Zhang Yaozu wanted to smoke a cigarette, but after thinking about it, he put it away, and then said: "I'll come with the black pot and send them to death." He pointed to this group of Afghan proletariats, who were completely destitute and had no property, and said calmly.

Then he grabbed Timur's ears and shouted at the young man: "You are going to die!" Happy? ”

Timur just nodded frantically there, in fact he was forced, this lewd uncle is really terrible, everyone who disagrees with him is being harshly trained, he does not want to kiss Allah's feet before he eats the can.

"Lao Di, you see, they are so conscious. Knowing that it is death, but still not hesitating, this kind of noble sentiment is really worth learning from our comrades. ”

Zhang Yaozu glanced at the young officer and said.

Di Jiangshan sighed, Zhang Yaozu is notorious, he has long been full of evil in the major military regions, and it may be that his ancestors blessed him if he was not shot back then, but this time, he didn't know if Zhang Yaozu would be shot directly on the border if he went back alive.

But he didn't know that when Zhang Yaozu killed his classic Nokia mobile phone with two shots, he was already fully conscious, and he died, nothing more than that.

In the vigorous life of this middle-aged man, there has never been anything that he can't let go, the only thing he can't let go, maybe there is only one person, that is his descendant, the only son, his Zhang Yaozu's proudest work, the best species of the three generations of the Zhang family, Zhang Ben.

However, Zhang Yaozu probably didn't know that at this moment, he was thousands of miles away, and his best work was sitting on a soft chair with his eyes closed at this time, and he didn't even have the interest of raising his eyelids to look at the fierce fight outside, and 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.

Is he really here because of Xia Zhenzhen, that little girl who is a loser? It seems that this is really the case.

But, it's just the look.

Only he knows that the shackles in his heart are getting looser and looser because of killing opponents again and again, what bullshit mechanical engineers, what universities, what cultural knowledge, what hard study, are all shit.

That's not what he wants, he just wants to be stronger, stronger, stronger...... Three generations of the Zhang family came to him, and Zhang Mingtang only had one son, so he went to the army. The old man regretted that he smoked for nearly a month.

finally waited until his little grandson grew up, but it seems that the past teachings have distorted him into a guy who is even more exaggerated than the third young master back then, and he was admitted to university and studied. But the result is getting worse and worse.

Zhang Ben reflected, if it weren't for the heartless guy of his father Zhang Yaozu, who threw down his family and patted his ass to the world, would he still be here?

Zhang Ben thought about it, and it seemed that the trajectory deviation was not much.

He will still choose to go to work-study, and he will still work as a security guard in the Jasmine Garden Community without accident, and when he sees Xia Zhenzhen's car being smashed, he will still not hesitate to take action, and then ...... When Xia Zhenzhen, the loser little girl, asked him if he wanted to fight black boxing...... Will he go?

Maybe the first time will be refused, the second, the third, the fourth?

Zhang Ben was a little dull, he could imagine how eager the beast in his heart was to go out and fight, even if he died, the lights went out.

His final path, even if there is a difference, but the difference may not be too big.

He will definitely stand in the ring and beat his opponent to death directly without hesitation, very sharp and ferocious means, ruthlessly, ruthlessly, twisting their necks.

"Hoo ......"

Zhang Ben let out a long breath, as if the lingering nightmare in his mind had been cleared up at once, so that Niu Sanlu also felt that he seemed to have figured out something, Niu Sanlu asked, "Brother Zhang, has you figured out something?" ”

"Well, figured something out. I've been depressed in my chest for a while. Now I finally feel a little relieved. ”

Zhang Ben nodded in gratitude, Niu Sanlu pinched his shoulder muscles, this technique is very skillful, he practiced the skills of Hebei sumo and the Three Emperors, this hand of blood circulation and control, it is definitely very powerful.

"Brother Zhang's ability is not small, young grandmaster, and it is normal to focus on his thoughts. Where is a big old man like me, who eats and drinks enough and sleeps well, and can repay the favor to the fourth young master, I will be satisfied. ”

Niu Sanlu said with a smile.

"Has Third Brother Niu become a family?" Zhang Ben asked suddenly.

"It's done, why didn't it work. But in the year of the crackdown, I had two senior brothers who were shot, and the enemy couldn't find them, so I killed my mother-in-law, and then I took revenge, and I have been hiding and hiding, thanks to the fourth young master, I took me in, and now I have changed my face, and I can also eat barbecue on Nanjing Road. ”

Niu Sanlu said it easily, which made Zhang Ben feel a lot.

I heard Niu Sanlu say again: "Later, I scooped a bitch on the gate, she thought I was okay, so she was good and raised a son for me, and now I am also in the first grade, I can speak well, maybe it is not my species." But think about it, forget it, just buy one get one free, anyway, that girl also knows the Gu family, has a good way to run the family, and is still on the road. The little baby is also obedient, and he won't teach him kung fu in the future. ”

Zhang Ben was stunned, he didn't expect that this Niu Sanlu was still a person with a story.

"Third brother is so blessed." Zhang Ben smiled sincerely.

Niu Sanlu laughed: "What a good blessing, isn't it just a bad bitch and turned out to be a woman and a little baby." I'm afraid that others will laugh at my hat and my hat is green, so when I go back, I'll take him to do a paternity test. How did such a smart little baby become my old cow's ......?"

"The third brother is smart, and the son is naturally smart." Zhang Ben is colorful.

Niu Sanlu smiled awkwardly, laughed silly for a while, and didn't speak again.

Listening to the sound outside, it is estimated that the winner has finally been decided, but at this moment, Zhang Ben is very calm, and he does not look out, but slowly adjusts his breathing, and let the fountain of life constantly eliminate the soreness and fatigue of his muscles.

In the private room, Federo was excited, his men, two of them won, he easily won two Middle Eastern princes' dollars, this dollar, when he got it, there was a smell of oil.

But at this time, Georgian steel tycoon Kirilenko. Alvaev seems to be about to make a move, he also brought someone here this time, and he is not a rookie, he once served in the army of the former Soviet Union, he is thirty-four years old this year, and he is a strong man with a sickly face.

His name is Ivan, "White Bear" Ivan.

Height of 100 ** cm, but weight of 122 kg, arms and upper circumference are more than 55 cm, absolute strength of the macho man, but not without learning martial arts, he is proficient in the Soviet Army fighting skills, and proficient in judo and karate characteristics, whether it is fighting or close combat, have extremely fierce ability.

When he graduated from the Siberian school, he secretly killed the instructor who abused him, and he was a notorious guy.

But there is one thing worth tangling in, that is, he is also a guy who only recognizes money and not people.

He currently works for the steel tycoons of Georgia, has played assassination, and has also played espionage intelligence, so he can be said to be a very versatile character.

This time, he is going to appear here as a warrior.

But he didn't have a gun, no dagger, no grenades, just a pair of bear claws.

The Georgian steel tycoon was pleased with Ivan's record as one of the things that made Kirilenko extremely complacent, at least when he was playing gladiatorial games with Russian oligarchs, won a total of 500 million rubles from the idiot with the mandarin fish face.

Zhang Ben turned his head to look, only to see a strong man with a snow-white body appear in the field, and his opponent was a gladiator from Federo, a guy from France.

Named Leon, a name with the male protagonist in this killer who is not too cold, it seems to be quite cool, he mainly practices French street fighting, and the attack methods on his hands are still very skilled.

It is still very famous in the north of France.

Nicknamed "Cable", his hands are as strong as a cable, and he can easily strangle his opponents.

However, the eyes of the "white bear" are obviously as cold as the place where he was born, this guy is simply a strange thing in the Siberian wilderness.

Zhang Ben frowned, his eyes fell on Ivan's body, this guy was expressionless, but the pressure on people was very great, and the momentum was restrained, no matter how you looked at it, it seemed to be an inconspicuous guy, but Zhang Ben knew very well that no one who could get here was weak.

The strength of this "White Bear" Ivan may not be underestimated.

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

This kind of person lives longer.

When Ivan sat still, he didn't say a word, like an ice sculpture, as if it didn't exist, and even if he walked, in the eyes of others, he was just an old hunter hobbling in the snow.

But Zhang Ben could feel the kind of indifference in this guy's eyes, the indifference to the enemy, and more directly, the disregard for life.

Harvesting the surname may not be able to make him feel the stimulation or pleasure anymore.

Zhang Ben stood up and watched from afar at the door.

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

"That person should be very strong!"

Zhang Ben's intuition told him that this was it.

Niu Sanlu was stunned for a moment and asked, "I haven't started fighting yet, how do you know if it's strong or not?" The Frenchman's figure doesn't seem to be inferior to that old man, and his arms are strong and thick, so he should still have some fights. ”

Zhang Ben said: "Look at it, this intuition of mine has always been very accurate." ”

Intuition is not imagination, it is a comprehensive judgment, but you can't describe it concretely, but since Zhang Ben said so, Niu Sanlu also observed it seriously.

When the bell rang, Leon seemed to know that his opponent was not easy to deal with, so he chose to attack, but surprisingly, Ivan still stood there expressionless, and Leon's fist slammed into Ivan's cheek.

With a snap, like a hit on a brick wall, Leon retracted his fist, instinctively defending against Ivan's possible counterattack.

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

Glancing at Leon with an indifferent expression, he suddenly smiled and said a word in Russian, Leon was confused and still chose to attack, but at that moment, the change changed abruptly!

The moment Leon's fist swung up, Ivan grabbed his fist with a faster speed, then bent downward, and with a click, his palm was disjointed.

Then Ivan grabbed Leon's neck with one hand, not letting him scream at all, and the whole person was rubbed to the ground, and then suddenly his arm became a little thicker, and with a click, Leon's mouth was full of blood, and there was no doubt that he was dead.

Ivan stood up and walked back coldly, every step he took was like a cold snap from Siberia, the cold made people shiver.

(To be continued)