An early snowstorm swept through the entire mountainous area of the Qilian Mountains.

There is a snowstorm falling this season, which seems abnormal.

The top of the Qilian Mountains is covered with snow all year round, and almost the entire farmland in the Hexi Corridor relies on the melting of snow water on the top of the mountain to irrigate, which has created the granary of the oblique long area in western Gansu and stored grain for the country, but like this season, such a big snowstorm swept the entire mountainous area, which is too rare, and many old farmers who are more than sixty or seventy years old have never seen it.

However, the strange thing is that out of the real mountainous area, the outside is only a gloomy weather and crowded place, but it is not invaded by wind and snow.

Fortunately, because the Qilian Mountains are mostly rocky and laterite, the terrain is steep, the vegetation is scarce, it is not suitable for living, let alone grazing, and it is basically a no-man's land, so this sudden strange snowstorm did not cause too many casualties.

At one point, the temperature reached minus twenty or thirty degrees.

"Hehe, it's a good snow. ”

A burly bearded man wearing only a thin earthy yellow robe stood on the top of a lonely peak.

He has a hooked nose and deep eye sockets, obviously not the physical characteristics of Chinese, but a Middle Easterner, standing on the peak of Nanshan Mountain at an altitude of more than 5,000 meters, looking at the thundercloud storm brewing in the sky above his head, and then looking at the endless wind and snow around him, his face shows a hint of joy.

He just stood on the top of the South Mountain Peak, with thousands of cliffs in front of him and behind him, if he was not careful, he would be crushed if he fell, but no matter how fierce the wind in the mountain was, it only rolled his thin robe, but it was difficult to shake his figure at all.

A rare black-billed golden-eyed falcon crouched on his shoulder.

This eagle falcon is not large, the wingspan is probably not more than one meter, the feathers are snow-white, the golden eye circles, the wing feathers are like gold and iron, the eagle's beak seems to be a divine iron, extremely divine horse, and the eyes look around vigilantly, as if all the movements in the wind and snow cannot escape its surveillance.

Suddenly, the falcon flapped its wings, its wings tearing through the wind and snow, like a silver lightning bolt, soaring in the sky.

An eagle chirped.

"You're finally here?" the burly man looked due north.

In the distance in the wind and snow, a black dot appeared, erratic, hoarse, through the wind and snow, and said, "Are things ready?"

The hook-nosed man kicked the silver metal box at his feet like a meteor towards the black dots in the snowstorm.

The black spot is a person, covered in a wide robe, and his face can't be seen clearly, but to be able to appear on such a steep mountain peak in such a snowy day, he is obviously also a super master, and his voice is deliberately hoarse, hiding his true face.

He stretched out his hand to catch the box, opened it and saw that there was a faint energy fluctuation coming out, and there was also a faint light covering the wind and snow, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "Yes, the goods are very good." ”

The burly Middle Eastern man in the distance spoke, speaking in Chinese, and said, "What information do I want?"

In the cuffs of the black dots, a metal USB disk was scratched, and he threw it over, shooting through the wind and snow, like a bullet, and said: "You know the password, the information is in it." ”

The Middle East man gently caught it and said, "Okay, it's not the first time we've cooperated, I don't think you should lie to me." ”

The black dot carried the box, hoarsely voiced, and said: "I advise you, come to China, kill a few Chinese soldiers, otherwise, the military will be angry, and the consequences will be very serious. ”

When the Middle East heard this, he smiled contemptuously and said: "This world, after all, strength speaks, you Chinese, will fight in the nest and become a mess, otherwise, how can you cooperate with us and sell intelligence?"

The black dot snorted coldly, turned into a black shadow, and Hosimaru jumped, and finally disappeared into the wind and snow in the distance.

The Middle East looked at the back of the black dot and smiled disdainfully.

With a roar, the falcon, hidden in the snow, flew back into his arms, and then soared into the air, like a bird, and jumped several times to reach another mountain peak a kilometer away.

This peak is only higher than the southern peak, but the slope is gentle, and the topography is slightly wider, so a military post was built.

The outpost was a courtyard, several small buildings.

At this time, most of the courtyard of the outpost had been buried in the snow, and outside the courtyard, there was a stone tablet with four red numbers on it—

9527。

This is West Post No. 9527.

The Middle Easterners drove to the outpost and made a beeline for one of the second floors.

The room was slightly dimly lit, the backup generator had stopped working, there were all kinds of military equipment and tools in the house, and in the middle there was a burning bonfire, which warmed the whole room.

A pungent smell of blood permeated the room.

On the cold ground by the campfire, there were six corpses, dressed in military uniforms, but all of them were dead, and they had fought a few battles before their deaths, but they obviously didn't do much, and they didn't even fire their guns......

A ** sounded.

On the other side of the campfire, on a hardwood stake inserted into the concrete floor, a young warrior was tied, hanging for a breath, not yet dead, but the left half of his face was already a blur of flesh and blood, his shirt was torn off, and his chest was covered with marks of raptors tearing and biting, which was shocking.

"Hehe, I'm not dead yet, my life is quite hard. The Middle East people can speak Mandarin, and when they glanced at the young little soldier, they were also a little admired, and said, "Boy, you beg for mercy, and I will let you die a happy death." ”

"You...... It's not good to die......" The little soldier was extremely weak, but his eyes were stubborn and full of hatred: "The Chinese army ...... No...... Spare you...... You...... You can't get out of this country. ”

The Middle East man smiled indifferently and said, "Even God help me, this blizzard is coming, and by the time your army reacts, I have already taken what I want and left." ”

The white-feathered and golden-eyed falcon, fluttering its wings, landed on the little warrior's shoulder, opened its mouth to peck at the flesh on the little warrior's chest, and the eagle's beak with barbs tore it once, and then removed a large piece of flesh.

The little soldier's body instantly stiffened and tightened, endured the severe pain, wheezed violently, and cold sweat instantly burst out like spring water, but he didn't let out a scream, and held on.

"Hehe, interesting. ”

There was a playful look in the eyes of the Middle Easterners.

The toughness of the Chinese soldiers surprised him.

But it also gave him a little more interest in torture.

As soon as he raised his hand, a sharp breath slashed out, cutting off the rope on the little warrior's body, and then continued to let the white-feathered golden-eyed falcon torture and peck like a living thing, tearing the flesh and blood of the little warrior.

The little warrior was not yet twenty years old, and he fought hard, wanting to kill the falcon, even if it was to pluck off a few eagle feathers......

But the golden-eyed falcon is extremely powerful, it is a spiritual thing, and even a calf can be caught, not to mention that the little warrior is dying, how can he resist it, and soon there will be no complete piece of meat on his body.

"Hehe......"

Middle Easterners laugh happily, take out their jerky and sit by the campfire, as if they were watching the best show in the world.

The little warrior soon became unconscious.

The flesh on his body was constantly torn off by the falcon, and one eye was pecked off, but the pain seemed to be unfelt.

In a trance, he lay on his back on the cold floor, blood filled his sight, as if he saw his mother working hard in the deep mountains of the Loess Plateau, smiling at himself, as if he saw the girl with pigtails combing when he joined the army at the age of eighteen and left his hometown, saying to herself, 'Wait for you to come back', as if he saw his sister in the school class writing to him to report her results and saying that she had scored another hundred points......

"I'm sorry, Mom, my son can't go back. ”

A smile appeared on his sparse face.

He did not regret it, he did not embarrass the squad leader, platoon commander and comrades-in-arms, did not cry, did not beg for mercy, and supported him until the last moment.

It hurts, it hurts, and I'm afraid.

But there's no shame anyway.

Comrades-in-arms who sleep in the ground, the little winter melon is here.

He was in tears and smiling.

"I am a Chinese sentinel......" He used the last strength of his life to let out a roar and turn abruptly, wanting to fight one last time.

At this moment, the door of the room suddenly opened.

Wind and snow poured in from the outside.

Along with the wind and snow, there is also the light outside.

In the light pouring in like quicksand, a figure came in against the light, unable to see the face clearly, but very tall and straight, the little warrior could not see the face of this figure clearly, but saw his feet, wearing a pair of Li Ning sneakers with Chinese characters on them.

Then, he vaguely saw that behind this figure, there was also a person, dressed in an air force blue uniform, wearing a female soldier's boat-shaped beret, with the red five stars on the cockade and the golden words 'Bayi', which seemed to be as bright as a torch in the dark.

"It's a comrade-in-arms!"

In the heart of the little soldier, such a thought came to him, and he fainted.

......

......

[Sand Camel], one of the top masters in the Middle East, whose real name is Aluf, was born in a small desert village that few people know, and later entered the **** training camp, learned the ability to kill, killed countless people, and became one of the four top masters of the Cult of the Evil God.

After the changes in heaven and earth, his strength continued to grow incredibly, and in the Middle East, he made a great name for murder, and no one dared to provoke him.

When the door of the room was pushed open, an indescribable sense of crisis suddenly rose in the heart of this Middle Eastern master.

With his strength, no matter how big the wind and snow are, as long as someone enters within twenty meters, he will definitely be able to perceive it, but he will only notice it when someone walks into the house, and he has not felt any sense before, which is simply impossible.

He subconsciously bounced off the ground.

Raise your hand.

Whoosh whoosh.

Dozens of snow-white daggers flew out, as fast as lightning, and at this distance, with his strength, it was a ten-centimeter-thick steel plate, which could be pierced in an instant.

But just looking at the man opposite, with a casual wave of his hand, these daggers flew back upside down, faster, piercing his arms, legs, feet and limbs in an instant.

Aruf had long been immune to pain, and was carried upside down by the inertia of a dagger, smashed into several boxes, and then quickly stood up with his balance and assumed a defensive stance.

"It's late. A male voice.

"Is there any salvation?" said a beautiful female voice.

"This one can still be saved. The male voice said.

The other party was obviously very confident in his strength, and when he entered the room, he did not kill him at the first time, but went to save people.

A sneer tugged at the corner of Aruf's mouth.

Stupid Chinese, think that this will defeat me?

He didn't know how many times he had fought back against the enemy in a desperate situation, and when he was about to strike again, he suddenly felt that a terrifying pressure was coming, and the intuition of the strong told him that as long as he made any move, he would be directly crushed by this pressure in an instant.

A drop of cold sweat dripped from his sideburns.

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There was something at home in the morning, and it was delayed, and this one was even late, sorry