In the next few days, Zhang Meng and Fatzi studied three courses of fighting, anti-knife, and flying gun day and night under the repeated guidance of Brother Jun, Ye Jiu, and Zhao San, while Zhang Shaotu and Lai Zi got a large amount of equipment that needed to be filled with the help of the locals.

Although it can't be compared to the equipment that Lady Na prepared for everyone when she set off, it is not easy to get supplies in a sparsely populated place.

However, Zhang Meng and the others were not in a hurry to set off, and they were not worried that the Americans who already had the same rubbings in hand would enter their destination one step ahead of them, after all, in the White Cloud Immortal Palace, the Americans led by Mike were the only ones left with him and the Japanese mercenaries.

There is reason to believe that they will be waiting for the support of Bogut somewhere, but it will take some time to expand the team in such a place where no one is seen.

In this way, Zhang Meng and the fat man were left with enough time to improve their strength.

At the beginning, Zhang Meng and Fat Man were not able to adapt to the low-pressure climate in the central Kunlun Mountains, and there was often a lack of oxygen, but with the help of the locals, they quickly adapted to this climate.

Among them, the fat man is the most surprising, since he recovered from his illness, the whole person's body seems to have undergone earth-shaking changes, and the whole body function is not even inferior to Zhao San.

Brother Jun, who didn't know what was going on, had to secretly extend the training time.

This extension, the fat man didn't feel anything, but Zhang Meng was complaining. Although Zhang Meng has experienced a lot of tomb robberies in recent years in order to track down the cause of his father's death, he has seen many ancient evil beasts, and even walked through the gate of the abyss.

But he had never really been systematically trained, especially on the plateau at an altitude of nearly two thousand meters. If it weren't for Xiaolou often cheering Zhang Meng up next to him, Zhang Meng was afraid of losing face, so he probably would have been lying down a long time ago.

Having said that, Zhang Meng and the fat man also trained in the snowy mountain town for two weeks.

Within two weeks, Laizi found two old-fashioned jeeps and even a few old-fashioned pistols out of nowhere. Everyone advanced to Kunlun Mountain first, and they did not carry guns, only a few whispering submachine guns that Bogut Company had to buy, and most of them fell on the wooden pontoon bridge.

No one thought that they would get a gun in such a poor and remote place, but after hearing Lai Ziyi explain that the gun was exchanged for a local poacher, he was relieved, what kind of place is this? In places where people are rare, not to mention poachers, I am afraid that even in the small town where everyone lives, every family has an old-fashioned shotgun, otherwise how to deal with those wild beasts that infest the snowy mountains.

As long as you are willing to spend money, there is nothing you can't do. In addition, Laizi is exquisite, has been at the bottom of the society all the year round, and has dealt with everywhere, and in two weeks, almost all the equipment needed has been obtained by Laizi.

Of course, these equipment are not comparable to the equipment provided by Lady.

Seeing that Laizi had brought back a cart of things, the fat man who was squatting on the horse shouted at Laizi in the distance: "Hey, I said, Laizi, you can do it!" You can get these guys in places where these birds don't, that's good enough. ”

Looking at the energetic fat man on the side yelling, Zhang Meng, who was already tired and tired, secretly scolded: "I don't know what disease this dead fat man has?" When I woke up, my body was so good, I wanted to give it a try. ”

"Brother Meng, come on, we can't lose to Brother Fat." Looking at Zhang Meng, who was still sweating profusely in the wind and snow, Xiao Lou with a red face next to him encouraged: "Come on, come on!" ”

"Come on!"

"Haha, whoever cheers you for it is in vain, this competition must be won by the fat master me." The fat man looked at Zhang Meng and Xiaolou, who were enemies of the same enemy, and said excitedly: "I said Zhang Lackinge, tell me how many times you have lost in the past two weeks?" ”

"Shut up!" Zhao San, who had been lazily drinking a little wine, put down the wine bottle and said, "I said, do you two still want to come to the 500-meter frog jump?" ”

"Hey, hey." The fat man smiled nonchalantly.

However, after Zhang Meng heard the five-hundred-meter frog jump, he immediately closed his mouth in despair, no matter how provocative the fat man was, he would not respond again. Jokes, don't talk about 500 meters of frog jumping, in my current state, 50 meters can't be achieved.

After reprimanding the two, Zhao San took a sip of wine and smiled heartily.

To be honest, he didn't expect that within two weeks, Zhang Meng and the fat man would be able to master the three courses of martial arts, anti-knife, and flying spear, although the strength of the two was still a huge gap between Ye Jiu and Brother Jun, but on his own, it was already difficult to win them for a while. After all, whether it is hand-to-hand combat or counter-knife, it is an extremely vicious move, as long as you are robbed, don't think about easily eliminating them.

"Hehe, it seems that the third uncle and I want to clean them up in the future, but it will be difficult!" Zhao San couldn't help but sigh.

Holding the knife on the side, looking up at the sky with a fair face, Ye Jiu, who closed his eyes and was contemplative, also said lightly: "Brother Jun's fighting skills, my sword skills, and your marksmanship are all refined after years of actual combat, and those who are not prepared may not be able to resist even one." ”

"Hey, these two bunnies are really lucky." Zhao San pouted and said, "That is, the three of us can teach them the stunt of pressing the bottom of the box, which will be put aside......"

Just when Zhao San was sighing at the old time, Brother Jun walked over, threw his hand away, and threw a cigarette straight at Zhao San, then looked at Ye Jiu and asked, "How is it, can you leave the school?" ”

"Hey, how can I go, third master, I dare to pack a ticket, unless I meet a professional special forces, ordinary mercenaries will definitely not be able to kill the two of them." Zhao San took the cigarette and grinned.

"Hmm." Ye Jiu didn't say much, just nodded.

"Brother Xiaojun, what do you mean, ready to leave?" Thinking that he was about to set off again, Zhao San immediately turned overjoyed, stood up and patted the dust on his buttocks.

"The equipment has been almost prepared, I have discussed with Lai Zi and Tu Ye, if Ah Meng and the fat man can go out, then set off, wade through the middle of this foothill, and reach Qiaogeli Peak." Brother Jun looked at Zhang Meng and the fat man who were squatting in the distance.

"What about the guide?" Zhao San asked.

"I've found it, and you're ready to go with us." Brother Jun said.

"If only that were it! Staying here for half a month can suffocate the third master and me. Zhao San drank the last sip of wine, and then shouted at the fat man and Zhang Meng, who were squatting in the distance: "I said, you two don't have to squat." ”

"What's wrong?" The fat man said dissatisfiedly: "I said, old bandit, you can't favor Zhang Lacking Virtue!" It's not easy for me to find a chance to teach him a lesson, you ......"

"What's the matter?" Zhao San blew his nose and glared and said, "It's time to leave!" If you don't want to leave, stay in this place where birds don't. ”

"Huh?" The fat man had a big mouth and froze there.

However, when Zhang Meng heard that he could finally end the devilish training, he immediately kicked the fat man's buttocks, and shouted: "Dead fat man, don't hurry up and go back to pack your luggage, we'll be on our way." ”