Hou Dasheng watched the sunset sink west on the desert, and couldn't help but chant the ancient poem softly in his heart: The desert is lonely, and the sun sets on the long river. Xiao Guan waited to ride, and he was all protected by Yan Ran. The lonely smoke of the desert is indeed straight. Especially when there is no wind.

Hou Dasheng could see a trace of cooking smoke rising from the city, no matter how many people died and who was injured. Life has to go on. People have to eat. It's been a few years of fighting, and everyone is getting used to dying in the twilight. After reading more, you will understand one thing: nothing is more important than living.

Live, then live well. I have to die, and there is no way to do it. The hound somehow found a table with a clean tablecloth on it. The simple tea set brought from Lu Song's warehouse was placed on the table.

Hou Dasheng was quietly at the tea table, making tea. I have to say that Lu Song, this old guy, is also an enjoyable guy. The environment here is dry, and there are few fruits and vegetables. What Lu Song prepared for himself was mostly Pu'er. Hou Dasheng drank it, this is a portable Pu'er made into a small bead state.

These are all shengpu, Hou Dasheng knows it when he enters it. It's all ancient tree tea. Sipping tea and sitting on a chair. Hou Dasheng even felt in a trance that he was not on the battlefield but in the motherland. It's almost rare to see such a laid-back battlefield on the battlefield.

The hound was quietly behind Hou Dasheng, still silent. Soon, a member of the team brought dinner. Naturally, there won't be any good food here. Hou Dasheng will not bring any good food with the supplies they carry.

Fortunately, there are still some meat and vegetables hoarded in the city, so people go over and take some back. Hou Dasheng was able to eat at least a good hot meal. On the battlefield, it's pretty good. The dish is very simple, it is lamb. Then naan and some vegetables.

Wrapping these in naan cakes, Hou Dasheng ate a piece of naan in twos and threes. Then, continue to sit upright with tea. He did not persuade the hounds to go to eat first, and the hounds did not eat anything during the mission. He will put all his energy into the task of vigilance.

Just as the sun was about to sink behind the dunes, a cloud of smoke rose in the distance. Hou Dasheng squinted his eyes and watched the smoke and dust from far and near. When the smoke and dust revealed his true face - the team, the corners of Hou Dasheng's mouth outlined a smile.

A few moments later, the convoy came to a halt in the distance in front of the camp. Hou Dasheng didn't look back, but tilted his head: "Hound dog, let people bring them over." ”

"Yes!" The hound pressed the throat microphone and whispered a command. I saw someone driving an all-terrain vehicle, slowly moving towards the convoy. Led by an all-terrain vehicle, they quickly entered the range of the jackal camp. But they did not go directly to the camp of the jackals.

On the periphery, they were stopped. Only a bald old man got out of the car and looked around. But seeing him whisper an order, two people stood up and walked towards the core of the camp with him as they led him.

Hou Dasheng squinted his eyes and watched the bald old man come from a distance. He is a veteran.

A veteran is a veteran, and as long as people see him, they can't help but think of two words: veteran. He's really a veteran, he's a veteran. Everything about him, from his looks to his clothes. And then every step he takes, he silently interprets one thing: he is a veteran. A thorough, complete veteran.

The two people who followed the veteran were as silent as a mountain. They tightened their grips on their weapons and watched their surroundings warily. The muscles under their camouflage uniforms are clearly in a state of bursting at any moment. This is a camp full of jackals.

There are dangers lurking here, and it can even be said that there are murders on all sides. If it weren't for the persistence and orders of the veterans, they would never have allowed the veterans to set foot in this area. As they moved deeper into the camp, the sense of crisis grew. They feel like they've fallen into a colony of jackals.

All around them, without any emotion, looking at their prey, their eyes kept sweeping back and forth. Some of these gazes are overt and some are hidden. They can be sure that there are now at least ten more than ten sniper rifles aimed at them.

Every step they take, they feel incredibly difficult. Their breathing is getting heavier. Finally, they saw the man at the tea table in the setting sun. They hadn't seen the man, but that didn't stop them from believing that he was the leader here.

For they were aware of the gaze that swept towards them and suddenly froze as they approached the tea table. It's like a sharp sword, stabbing at the substance. But that feeling quickly dissipated. Until, the veteran slowly sat down in front of the man under the guidance of one of the jackals' team members.

"Cook? In the mouth of a mad dog, a mad dog who is more mad than him. "The old soldier sits, like a big bell. Steady and immovable. He looked at Hou Dasheng and said word by word: "Young man, you really look crazy!" ”