The totems on the banner of the Shenlong Corps, with their East Asian faces, strongly prove that they may be Chinese.

Otherwise, in that bloody battle, the ratio of casualties on both sides would not have been 33 to 1 of Mi's suffering.

In other words, after the two sides fought head-on in the same environment, they killed and wounded thirty-three people, and even Big Kohler was punched by bullets in his ribs.

But on the other side, only one person died.

The result of this disparity has to make Michelle and others have such suspicions.

The Chinese special forces are accustomed to keeping a low profile, and their international rankings have been overwhelmed by countries like South Korea, which are rich in sissy men, but all people who care about the military in the world should have heard such a sentence.

The Chinese Army is invincible in the world!

This sentence was not blown out by red mouths and white teeth, but they fought with blood as early as the fifties of the last century.

In the world-famous Peninsula War, when the South Korean army, with the assistance of the U.S.-led multinational coalition, counterattacked the North Korea, it was clear that they were all about to be driven into the Yalu River.

Just when the flame of the national fortune of the Northern Dynasties was about to be extinguished, the loud charge horn suddenly sounded!

The Chinese Army, which was all over the mountains, seemed to emerge out of thin air.

In the kind of military horn that makes the coalition forces have nightmares when they hear it, the Chinese Army, which is only armed with rifles, is like logs rolling down from the top of the mountain, and there is no stop under the crazy strafing of the most advanced weapons of the coalition forces.

They don't seem to be afraid of death.

The comrades-in-arms in front of them fell in pieces and fell on the way to the charge.

But the soldiers in the back, stepping on the blood of their comrades, charged, charged.

Charge!

It is said that General MacArthur, who was invincible in the Eurasian battlefield back then, once spread his hands quite out of shape and shouted why after fighting with the Chinese Army?

Why!

When the Oriental iron hooves trampled on China, the two sides had dozens of large-scale regimental battles.

As a result, every descendant of Yan and Huang must keep it in mind.

Because in that era, when their ancestors faced an invading alien race, they were often six or seven, or even more than a dozen people, in exchange for one person on the other side!

And the end result was that they had to retreat.

This was the Holocaust that shocked the world.

300,000 compatriots died tragically under the iron hooves of the Orientals.

General MacArthur, on the other hand, led the team and planted the Star-Spangled Banner all over the Oriental mainland.

That's why he was surprised.

will be puzzled.

Why is it that the Chinese Army, which was once beaten by the Orientals and had no power to fight back, can use millet and rifles on the peninsula to fight with the multinational coalition forces with advanced weapons, and not give up an inch of land.

It was only later in the war that His Excellency the General finally came to his senses.

The Huaxia Army he is facing now is no longer the army of more than ten years ago.

The army more than ten years ago, in addition to its backward weapons, had not yet thrown away the servility of being emasculated by the Manchus.

Speaking of which, the Chinese Army has made radical changes in just over 20 years, and it really has to "thank" the Orientals.

It was those brutal invaders that aroused the bloody nature of the Chinese soldiers who were trampled in the bones by the Manchus, and reproduced the bravery of the Great Qin, the Strong Han, and the Tang Dynasty.

Michel knows very well that the contemporary Chinese leaders know better than them foreigners that they will never lose this kind of bravery unique to Chinese soldiers.

They're just habitually low-key.

But as Napoleon once said, this is a lion that is still asleep, and it is better to let it continue to sleep. Otherwise, when she wakes up, she will scream at the sky and shock the world.

It is also said that somewhere underground in China, a huge army was also buried.

That legion was the main force in the founding of the Great Qin State.

When Chen Sheng and Wu Guang rebelled, and Great Qin was in smoke on all sides, Qin Shi Huang never used the strong army of up to 500,000 people.

Until the fall of Great Qin.

No one knows where that army was arranged by Qin Shi Huang - some people say that the strong army that crisscrosses all directions is underground.

For more than 2,000 years, they have stood there silently.

Armed with a steel gun, he was silent.

They are waiting.

Await!

Waiting for the moment when they come back.

When the sleeping lion wakes up and roars at the sky, this strong army, which shoulders the heavy responsibility arranged by Qin Shi Huang, will open its eyes.

Let the world tremble.

Now, the sleeping lion has woken up.

That strong army began to make the world tremble.

Michelle felt that the dozen or so people in the Shenlong Legion were from that underground powerhouse.

Otherwise, they would not have paid the price of only one casualty and let Michelle and the others be almost wiped out.

Michelle also knew that in addition to this dragon legion, somewhere in the world, there was another mercenary force composed of East Asian faces.

On the banner of the mercenary legion, the dragon is also used as a totem.

However, the totem of the mercenary legion is a black dragon.

Therefore, they are also called the Black Dragon Legion.

Compared with the Divine Dragon Legion, the Black Dragon Legion is more low-key.

It's also more cruel.

If the Divine Dragon Legion is the sun, then the Black Dragon Legion is the moon.

They are good at night battles - night battles, isn't it the best skill of the Chinese Army?

Similarly, soldiers who are good at night battles are not only ferocious in temperament, but also habitual in intrigue and trickery, and are good at assassination and other shady actions.

On the way to escape, when the entire army was almost wiped out, Big Kohler rejoiced more than once, saying that this time he was fortunate to encounter the Divine Dragon Corps.

If it was against the more cruel Black Dragon Legion, the four of them would not want to escape alive.

Dragon Banner.

East Asian faces.

A fighting style that is not afraid of death.

After these factors are added up, I don't think anyone will suspect that the two mercenary legions that worship dragons are composed of the most elite special forces in Huaxia.

Why did Huaxia set up two mercenaries and let them go on the battlefield abroad more than 20 years ago?

There must be a conspiracy.

As for what the conspiracy is, Michelle and others can't see it yet.

After all, many people, including them, only have such suspicions.

It is suspected that Huaxia has long been playing a big game of chess.

All the chess pieces in this game of chess should come from the legendary Great Qin strong army that died and did not show up.

In the fifties of the last century, General MacArthur once said that the mighty army, which Western scholars called the "underground army of death", had been resurrected.

They have incarnated as the most ordinary Chinese people, hiding their anger that has been buried for too long, roaring and rushing at the enemy who dares to invade their country, the general's statement, which has been scoffed at by many "people of insight".

Michelle felt that the general's nonsense was likely to become a reality under the arrangement in the dark.

Full of anger and unwillingness, the Death Legion that needs to be killed to vent has been resurrected, and the fool will continue to find trouble with Huaxia.

So, Michelle is quite in favor of Big Kohler's decision.

Completely quit the mercenary world and work for the Chinese.

If they continue to mix, the ghost knows how many of them will encounter the Divine Dragon Legion again, or the more cruel and mysterious Black Dragon Legion.

Butters should get it, too.

But what was the reason that prompted him to dare to challenge Sister Yue when he knew that the resurrected Death Army wanted to help Huaxia recover his homeland?

A group of people that General MacArthur was afraid of, why did Butters dare to underestimate it?

Ambition?

It's not just ambition, is it?

This is exactly why Michelle can't figure it out, so he can only hit the wall with the back of his head.

"Doesn't it hurt to always bang your head against the wall?"

A grinning voice came from the side.

Michelle didn't have to look at it at all, and she knew who was sneering.

Who else could there be besides Yue Zitong?

"It hurts."

Michelle said with a blank face and stood up from the ground.

Yue Zitong's appearance of clasping his hands in front of his chest and leaning on the door frame is easily reminiscent of a word.

Leaning on the door and laughing.

But no one dared to say that about her.

Michelle didn't dare, just gave her a cold look, and looked at the window of the corridor.

Yue Zitong spoke again: "My head hurts, my heart hurts even more, right?" ”

The corners of Michelle's mouth pursed hard, but she didn't speak.

Yue Zitong chattered like a long-tongued woman: "The idiot who was shot in the head by my little nephew should be regarded as your lover, right?" Otherwise, you wouldn't have hit your head against the wall and your heart would be in pain. Tsk, a very majestic man, why is he so stupid? ”

Click, click.

There was a crunch of knuckles, ringing.

It was Michelle clenching her fists, trying to suppress the anger in her heart.

She couldn't figure it out.

Yue Zitong, as the head of a dignified wealthy Chinese family, how could he be like a ruffian to mock her as a small person.

As if knowing what she was thinking, Yue Zitong gave the answer: "Alas, who told you to listen to Sui Yueyue's words, guard me, and not let me go out to watch a good show?" ”

Michelle suddenly turned around, her eyes were less black and white, staring at Yue Zitong viciously, and said in a hoarse voice: "Dead man, it's not a good show!" ”

Yue Zitong, who was startled by her sudden turning back, took a step back sensitively, hiding half of his body behind the door, and - very much like a professional half-door person.

After seeing that Michelle didn't mean to pounce, Yue Zitong was relieved, and said with a smile: "Honestly, if you don't do your duty, you have to stay at the door and let me go over there, your lover may not die." Alas, you may not know, don't look at me as a mean person, in fact, my heart is very kind. ”

According to Hongu's affectionate description, she is the kind of good person who walks carefully, lest she trample an ant to death.

If Michelle hadn't looked at her and didn't allow her to go over to watch the play, she might have stopped Li Nannan from killing people.

Because Bengong firmly believes that if he has to find someone who can make Li Nannan obey his words, it can only be her.

Michelle didn't believe every word she said.

As soon as she finished speaking, she snorted coldly: "Hmph, if you go, I dare to say that Butters will still die, you can also encourage Mr. Li to kill more people." ”

"Am I that cold-blooded? Look at my delicate appearance. ”

Yue Zitong was stunned and pointed his nose with his backhand.

"Mr. Yue, you should be glad that you are a Chinese. Thankfully, you live in an era after the rebirth of the Legion of the Dead. Otherwise, you will die ten thousand times, and you will not die until it gets dark. ”

After Michelle said this, he strode away.

Butters is dead, and Sister Yue's first step in helping Li Nannan regain his confidence can be regarded as a successful completion.

Then, there is no need to put Yue Zitong under house arrest again.

Michelle is going to Butters' corpse to give him his last ride.

"I wipe, what do you say, I will die ten thousand times, and I will not die until it gets dark?"

Yue Zitong was very angry.

That is, Michelle is too strong.

Otherwise, Mr. Yue would definitely snort and pounce on her to give her a heartwarming kick.

The sound of Michelle's leather boots slamming down the stairs faded away.

Yue Zitong was still leaning on the door frame, his eyebrows furrowed, and he muttered, "Death Army? Resurrection? What do you say about this little girl? ”