Chapter 22: Hibernation

[Please keep in mind the domain name of this site" ", or search in Baidu: Sanlian Literature Network] In the black in the distance, there was a series of messy footsteps, plus a few low roars and screams, and in Andrew's wide-eyed gaze, finally an armed force of more than twenty people faintly appeared in their field of vision. Such a rabble, of course, could not be members of the Fifth Special Unit that rushed into Afghanistan with Chen on foot.

Tears finally couldn't help but burst out of Fengyinglou's eyes.

Maybe so many people, only Chen Zuxing, a commanding talent with a view of the overall situation, still found a faint signal from afar in the fierce battle, even if his life was hanging by a thread, he still found a faint signal from afar, so when he was seriously injured, he still ran over with all the strength behind him, and used the blood on his body to draw a path to the Wind Shadow Tower for the terrorists behind him, and brought him to life...... Road!

Although he did not bring the Wind Shadow Mansion back to the motherland with his own hands, he led the hope of survival to the Wind Shadow Building, so when he faced death, he would be so calm, and a smile would appear on his face that looked so happy, so calm, and so uncomplaining.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you...... My brother! ”

Finally understood everything, Fengyinglou's whole body trembled, and once again took a deep look at this foreign land, forever closed his young eyes, on the military flag of the republic, leaving a not strong stroke, but worthy of the military soul of the Fifth Special Army, and even more regretless Chen Zuxing, who was tested by the "Soul Gate", Fengyinglou suddenly used all his strength to push Chen Zuxing away in his arms, and let the body of this brother fall heavily to the sand beside him.

Under Andrew's stunned gaze, the wind. The studio raised his left hand, revealing the tattoo that represented the identity of the base terrorist, he cried, laughed, and tried to shake his left arm, he straightened his neck, and with the greatest strength, he screamed at the al-Qaeda members who had almost walked to them: "My own people, my own people, we are our own people, don't shoot, thank Allah, thank God for mercy, I finally waited for you, hahaha......"

At this time, the Wind Shadow House looks serious. It is a cry of joy that completely exposes the weakest side of a person in the face of death.

The Wind Shadow House is really another time at this time. Crying and laughing, he let his tears of sorrow, tears of anger, wave after wave of madness gush out, in the blur of tears, his gaze slowly swept over the faces of everyone in front of him, he looked so slowly, so carefully, until he was sure that he had memorized everyone's face deeply into the deepest part of his soul, forming an imprint that could only be washed away with blood and death.

Although there were too many puzzles and doubts in his heart, Andrew didn't. If you have any questions, he has tied himself to Fengyinglou, he can no longer do without this man with too many mysteries and unknowns all over his body, this relationship and belonging, will never change because of the identity of Fengyinglou!

Under the scrutinizing gaze of more than two dozen al-Qaeda members, Andrew . Trying to puff up his chest, he exclaimed, "I'm my own too, and my dad is Kovman!" ”

As the bishop of a terrorist training camp, Kofman. Of course, it will be a little famous in al-Qaeda, and sure enough, after hearing Andrew report his home, several of the more than twenty terrorists nodded at the same time.

Wind Shadow House and Ander. Lu, finally accepted by this group of terrorists as "his own people".

"Kela ......"

A piercing sound like a broken wooden stick suddenly reached the ears of everyone present, and the terrorist who was walking in the front and looked like the leader of the team lifted his big foot in heavy cowhide boots and stepped heavily on Chen Zu's chest. Condescendingly, he broke several ribs on Chen's corpse with one foot.

Listening to such a harsh voice, looking at the big foot that stepped on Chen Hike's chest, Fengyinglou's heart twitched violently.

There were lying there, but his compatriots, his friends, his comrades-in-arms, brothers who had almost shed the last drop of blood in their bodies to save him! If he had a choice, Kazekage would really jump up desperately and use all his methods to launch the most stormy attack against the bastard in front of him who dared to insult the corpse of a warrior and a hero.

As long as he can be killed, the Wind Shadow House is really willing to pay any price! But now, he was seriously injured, and he couldn't do anything, so he could only lean quietly on the sand dune, quietly looking at everything in front of him, quietly feeling the deep inside of his heart, the taste of such sour and sour, feeling the craziest flames that kept boiling and tumbling, burning so much that he almost screamed.

"Phew!"

The team leader spat heavily at Chen Zuxing, and said: "More than a dozen people, without reinforcements, dared to go deep into our base camp alone, this kid, killed our eleven brothers alone!" I****, you American lackey, you garbage who is willing to work for anyone for money!! ”

Speaking of this, the team leader raised his big foot again, and stepped heavily on Chen Trek's chest, in the sound of broken ribs, Chen Trek's chest was trampled into a large area, when the leader's foot was removed, the ribs that were broken by him, with sharp edges, barbed out of Chen's chest.

However, there was not much blood oozing out of Chen's body, and his blood was almost wiped out in the last few hundred meters of running.

When attacking other countries, the U.S. ** team always tries to fight a modern war with "zero casualties", but in this world, how can there be a war with zero casualties?

For example, in the Gulf War 10 years ago, the United States not only let mercenaries play the role of vanguard assault troops, but also accounted for a considerable proportion of security and logistical support. For the U.S. government, the use of mercenaries with high quality and rich experience in actual combat can not only overcome the problem of insufficient soldiers, but also effectively avoid domestic criticism due to the casualties of regular soldiers**, and can also easily solve the aftermath of casualties.

It was precisely because of this "good" habit of the United States, coupled with the fact that when Chen Zu and his team entered Afghanistan, in order to hide their identity, they used all the weapons that were most widely circulated in the international arms market, that the team leader made an erroneous judgment about Chen Zuxing's identity.

"He's not a lackey of the Americans!"

"He's not a garbage guy who lives for money!"

"He's the best soldier in the world!"

"He's my best friend and brother in the Wind Shadow Building!"

Feng Ying Lou kept shouting in his heart, looking at Chen Hike's corpse that was still not respected even though he died on the battlefield, Feng Ying Lou's fingers had already scratched the skin of his palm, oozing gorgeous blood, but at this time, he was still laughing.

Smile is a way to express goodwill between people, smile is the stage for stars to show their beautiful demeanor, smile is a tool on the face of politicians, and smile is in the hands of professional soldiers like Fengying Building...... Weapons!

So Wind Shadow Lou kept laughing, he kept using this weapon, looking at him smiling, watching him smile and sigh, watching him smile happily and brightly, Andrew, who was standing next to Wind Shadow Building, clearly felt a chill, an absolute chill that pierced the bone marrow.

"What do you call this big brother?"

Feng Yinglou looked at the team leader in front of him, the smile on his face looked so respectful, and even a little grovel.

In the face of such a Wind Shadow Building, the team leader raised his chin and let out a light snort full of disdain in his mouth, but after glancing at the black tattoo on the arm of the Wind Shadow Building, he still replied: "Matuseth!" ”

"Matuseth!"

Wind Shadow Lou read the name in his mouth, and he nodded repeatedly, "I remember, I promise you, I will never forget your name for the rest of my life." As long as I still have a breath of air, I will never dare to forget your great kindness, even if the two of us are thousands of miles away in the future, as long as we can hear your name and get your news, I will rush over day and night, tenfold, hundredfold, thousandfold to repay your great kindness! ”

"And ......" Wind Shadow Building's gaze wandered, he smiled at the more than twenty people present, "I won't forget you." ”

The leader of this group of terrorists, Matuseth, let out a soft snort from his throat again, but looking at the Wind Shadow Building with a humble smile on his face, he finally didn't say anything, waved his hand slightly, and the two terrorists immediately walked out, and with an absolutely gentle movement, they lifted the Wind Shadow Building to Andrew's self-made sand sled, and then dragged him and strode towards a certain position.

Feng Ying Lou lay on the sled, quietly staring at Chen Xizu, who was lying on this foreign land, and could never open his eyes again, in a seemingly casual stretch of his waist, Feng Ying Lou's right hand naturally swiped to his forehead, when his hand finally fell on his forehead, facing the brother who had fought with each other in the school for nine years, until one side died, there were too many grievances and grievances, and finally used a person's death to put all this to rest, and went up to the highest etiquette belonging to a soldier.

"Brother, life is like a light going out, then it is naturally a hundred. But if there really is heaven and hell in this world, then please be in the distant kingdom of heaven, keep your eyes open, I will do everything I can to try to live, I will let the people with your blood on their hands know clearly what is called the soldiers of the Fifth Special Army, and they will never die for life! ”! ~! [To quickly find this site, please search in Baidu: Sanlian Literature Network]