At present, there is only one woman in Xurea who can make Lang Zhan change his complexion, Biqueline.

It's annoying enough to be stared at by a woman, who always has a selfie stick in her hand. Even if you broadcast live on your mobile phone, what's the point of always having a cameraman hanging behind you? This is not the most terrifying, the most terrifying thing is that Lang Zhan had automatically blocked the existence of Bi Quelin and her cameraman, and suddenly a person jumped out from behind them, with a makeup case in his left hand and an eyebrow pencil in his right hand...... "Isn't it a live broadcast of war?" There is no war here! "Sister, I'll go to the bathroom!" C！ OK？ "I'm going to sleep, you're going to sleep with me?" …… When Lang Zhan was followed by Bi Queline, it was a word he had to repeat every day. Bicqueline said that she wanted to make a documentary for Lang Zhan, a documentary about super soldiers. Because she has a hunch that the future battlefield and even the world belong to super soldiers.

"How many years has it been since humans evolved? If you don't advance, you will retreat, which is the law of species development. So I think that your appearance means that we humans have taken another big step forward, which is certainly worth recording. Otherwise, why do you think I ran back after I almost lost my life that time......"

"Bicqueline, you think I'm too long, don't you?"

"What do you mean?" The foreign girl is a Huiren Mandarin, but the application of rhetorical questions is obviously not adaptable.

"Master doesn't want to be famous, have you ever heard of a shot shot at the head? You want to turn me into that bird? ”

Roaring Heaven: "Whoops! ”

Because of a vicious violent incident in the capital of Syrea a few days ago, Bi Queline took his team over, Lang Zhan thought he could take the opportunity to get rid of her harassment, who knows-

The woman's off-road vehicle performance is better than Lang Zhan's broken pickup truck too much, so Lang Zhan still failed to "escape" (Bi Quelin's original words) in the end. Of course, it is impossible for Lang Zhan to take them there, what are you kidding, running for three hundred miles, rescuing a besieged special squad, the nature of this task determines that if Lang Zhan and they can't do it quickly, accurately, and ruthlessly, then the result will be an ironclad tragedy. A special squad has been supported for three or four days under siege, Lang Zhan estimates that this special squad must be on the top of a mountain or a certain cliff, and if there are six of them and a wolf, they can still infiltrate, but if they bring Bi Quelin, who is holding a selfie stick and carrying a camera, it is the rhythm of being exposed every minute and then being beaten.

Bi Quelin was soft and hard, and almost pleaded with Lang Zhan's neck, but Lang Zhan stiffened his scarred face and was not moved at all.

Seeing this, Bicqueline had no choice but to offer a killer weapon: "A thousand flatbreads!" ”

Lang Zhan's eyes narrowed, and he smelled a murderous aura. Sure enough, the sound of swallowing saliva sounded beside him, and Gudus shouted angrily: "Report, I, I think-" Gudus didn't finish his words, he was hit the calf, he was furious, and when he looked over, he saw Sergei shaking his head at him. "Sergey, a thousand flatbreads!" His mouth fluttered, and he said silently to Sergei.

Sergei Chaolang fought Nunu's mouth and responded silently in the same way: "Do you want to die? ”

Bicqueline: "Two thousand!" ”

"Knock knock—" The sound of laryngeal rolling suddenly turned into a string.

In Bi Quelin's expectant gaze, Lang Zhan raised three fingers and said, "Three thousand!" Moreover, we can only take one person, and this person's physique must pass the test and be smart enough,? ”

Bicqueline had no choice at all. She is not stupid, she knows that this is already the opening side of Lang's battle network. As for the reason, friendship is part, and the main thing must have something to do with the fact that she helped him buy a large amount of flatbread in the capital of Syrea. After all, the current Syrea is not something you can buy food with money. "That's only me," she said.

Lang Zhan glanced at her: "Don't blame me if you're dead." ”

Bicqueline smiled, revealing a mouthful of white teeth: "If I die in Syrea, my soul will surely haunt you every day." ”

At 4:50 p.m., in a small village called Lata, more than 30 kilometers east of Cehra, Lang Zhan and his party rushed here.

For a certain period of time, Rata will be the temporary base of Lang Zhan and them. The choice of this place as a temporary assembly point was selected by Dong Changyong with a machine for more than three hours. Within a radius of 50 kilometres, with Cechhra as the center, Lata had the lowest number of fighting due to the lack of water nearby. Another benefit here is that the hillside is relatively flat, and if the pilot is good enough, he can even take off and land small airliners.

Due to the war, there were only old people and children in the village, and then some hidden women. Lang Zhan and the others had not yet approached the village, and the children playing at the entrance of the village dispersed in a hurry, and when they chose a family to drive the car in, the old people and children here had already run away through the back door.

Everyone got out of the car, and Gu Dusi asked Lang Zhan: "Little sir, do you want to-" As he spoke, he made a gesture with his right hand to wipe his throat.

Before Lang Zhan could answer, Bi Quelin screamed: "Gudusi, they are your compatriots, how can you do this? Then, feeling Lang Zhan's unkind gaze, her chin pursed, and said, "You don't want to use the agreement to restrict me, I am a journalist, and I can't watch you kill innocents indiscriminately and be indifferent." Otherwise, I'll be ashamed of my profession—"

"Stupid woman!" Lang Zhan sighed, and didn't see how he acted, but raised his right hand, and then, Bi Quelin was horrified to find that he couldn't make a sound.

"I said, everything listens to me when I go to the front, when what I say is a fart?" Lang Zhan said, putting away a silver needle.

"......" Bicqueline rushed over, grabbed his chest and pushed hard, her eyes furious and her mouth closed.

Lang Zhan looked at her and asked with a smile, "What?" Want me to let you sleep until the end of our mission? I declare that I have no one to protect you, and if the locals come to you, you will do so at your own risk. ”

When Bi Quelin heard this, she raised her leg and stepped on Lang Zhan fiercely, glared at him and opened her mouth to let out a silent roar, and let go of him.

A few minutes later, in the courtyard, Lang Zhan put away the tactical tablet and said: "There is no satellite signal, and long-range communication is not possible, then, it is basically certain that it is not an ordinary **** that surrounds the people of Hubei, and behind these ****, there may be some great forces." ”

"The people of Thunder or the people of Issaria, who else is they?" Sergey said.

Lang Zhan frowned slightly, looked up, glanced around, glanced at Bi Quelin again, and said, "I hope those people really died last time." ”

"......" Bi Quelin opened her mouth and leaned in front of Lang Zhan, dancing with her hands, and making a string of sign language, which means: "Let me speak quickly, I promise to abide by the agreement." ”

Bi Quelin can sign language for the deaf and dumb, and Lang Zhan can also do it, and he asked, "Are you sure?" ”

Bicqueline nodded repeatedly.

Lang Zhan reached out with his right hand and touched her still smooth erect neck.

In the next second, Bi Quelin made a voice: "Zhan, what kind of means do you guys use?" Suffocate me! After a pause, she continued, "Are those people you are talking about the same gang of bastards I met near the Holy Mountain?" ”

"'Holy Army'! They claim to be from the 'Holy Army'. ”

"'Holy Army'? Little sir, do you know about the 'Holy Army' too? A man named Ramlan answered.

"You know about the Holy Army?" Lang Zhan did not answer the rhetorical question.

Gundus: "He escaped from the Holy Army. ”

Lang Zhan's eyes froze, stared at Ram Lan for about a second, looked away after Ram Lan saw the sweat on his forehead, and said, "Clean up, let's go into the mountain immediately, what's the matter, say on the way." ”

Because of electromagnetic interference, the joint command did not get the specific location of the special forces trapped in Hubei, and Lang Zhan finally demarcated a suspicious location by looking through the map and with the help of Dong Changyong and others. The suspicious site is more than 1,300 meters above sea level, and the mountain is steep, and the map observes that both the west and south sides can reach the top. The Eguo people had already learned through their eyeliners that the trapped special forces were still alive, and Lang Zhan's strategy was to sneak up the mountain from the northeast first to confirm this. If the trapped special forces are really alive, decide what to do next.

Lang Zhan and his entourage first checked and sorted out their equipment, then left five flatbreads and a bullet in each of the two cars, and drove up the mountain according to the established plan.

The group left the village and walked out of the gentle slope next to the village, and Lang Zhan asked Ram Lan as he walked, "Who is the head of the 'Holy Army Organization' now?" ”

"I don't know the name, but I know that everyone calls him the Holy Envoy."

When Lang Zhan heard the word "Holy Envoy", the image of a monster with Park Hanying and Yalie suddenly appeared in his mind, and then he subconsciously went behind him to touch the sword. With a "poof", the sword of Damocles was unsheathed, and Ramlan, who was standing beside Lang Zhan, only felt a cold air, and couldn't help but take a step back.

Gu Dusi in front of Lang Zhan also sensed, he turned around and glanced at it, his eyes lit up, and he praised: "Good knife!" ”

Lang Zhan hadn't touched the sword of Damocles for a long time, and the reason was that the sword of Damocles was too sharp. In order to avoid accidental injury, he habitually put it away when he was in China. After many days, he held the sword of Damocles in his hand again, and the monster image of Park Hanying and Yari in his mind immediately dimmed, as if to avoid its edge - Lang Zhan shook out a beautiful sword flower, put it away, and continued to ask Ramlan: "What about the scale of the 'Holy Army Organization'?" How many people are there? ”

"When I escaped, I heard that there were more than 30,000 people, but now I don't know. Oddly enough, it's been a long time since I heard from the Holy Army. ”

Sergey: "Was it annexed by other terrorist groups?" The internal strife between terrorist groups is very fierce, and if one side wins, it will wipe out the high-level dissidents on the other side. ”

Lang Zhan: "Gudusi, speed up, before twelve o'clock in the evening, we must climb to the top of the mountain!" ”