No one knew what kind of battle they had experienced, and the two sides engaged in a tug-of-war and guerrilla warfare in the dense forest with a depth of up to 235 kilometers, even in the dark of the night, you could still hear the sound of firefighting and the roar of Russian high-explosive grenades in the mountains and dense forests, mixed with the screams of soldiers being shot, but they disappeared into the depths of the dense forest in an instant.

A week later, the entire special operations team, composed of veteran Chechen professional soldiers, lost contact with the base.

Nine corpses were scattered scattered in the 235-kilometer-long southern mountains of Russia, which was definitely the hardest battle that Zhan Xia Ge and Zhao Haiping had ever experienced. This group of Chechen soldiers formed a pursuit team, each of whom has rich experience in actual combat, is proficient in jungle warfare, and has tacit cooperation, they are nailed to the back of Zhan Xia Ge and Zhao Haiping, and under their guidance, the helicopters that swagger over the jungle every day will carry out an absolutely lethal heavy machine gun strafing at Zhan Xia Ge and Zhao Haiping.

Every day, after the indiscriminate bombardment of the helicopter piloted by Alamili himself and the bodyguard captain Ma Kai-shek himself, they would drop a class of armed members, including religious fanatics and terrorists of the "East Turkistan Liberation Organization", Chechen [***] soldiers, and a small number of Afghan guerrillas. Under the guidance of the sharp knife squad composed of several senior Chechen soldiers, Zhan Xia Ge and Zhao Haiping were really exhausted.

Finally, the veteran who had been chatting with John Mitchell and sucking cow dung and corn cobs with a wooden pipe, the captain of the group, also collapsed limply in the jungle.

The latecomer of the veteran buried his body on the spot deep in the mountains, and beside him, the latecomer saw a wooden pipe that had been shattered by bullets. After all, this veteran still made a mistake of his habitual surname, in the dark night, the concentration of his right eye is far beyond that of ordinary people, on the hillside four hundred meters away, with an AK automatic rifle, without any optical sniper scope, he killed all the comrades around him with one shot, and he was extremely tired and angry, but he still dared to chase and kill the veteran of Zhan Xia Ge and Zhao Haiping single-handedly.

The bullet came down from a high place, and it only took one shot to shatter the wooden pipe that the veteran was holding in his mouth, and the extremely lethal AK47 rifle bullet, after breaking the pipe, shot diagonally into the veteran's chest.

Amiraali's face became more and more gloomy, and the commander of the Chechen [***] armed forces slapped the table with round eyes every day and roared wildly, and there was a possibility that he could draw a gun and shoot his entourage at any time, while the commander of the Afghan guerrillas sat there every day silently wiping his gun.

Hidden deep in the mountain base, there is a layer of oppressive gray atmosphere, except for two people, that is, the "Battlefield Golden Retriever" John Mitchell and his photographer.

John Mitchell would be sent by helicopter to a partisan camp every day, and after a dinner worse than pig food, he would lie on a table made of thick logs and write without raising his head.

"They drew the land as the boundary, they occupied the mountains as the king, and when he returned to the world from the deep mountains covered with gunpowder smoke and scars, they officially raised their banner! The two soldiers, who had just emerged from under the Scythe of Hell Death, proudly raised their hands again and again, the huge red battle flag, stained red over and over again with the blood of the enemy and himself! Believe me, no one is stupid enough to fight in the dense jungle with a man who is more cruel than a lone wolf, more cunning than a fox, and more devastating than a viper, because that is tantamount to dancing in front of the gates of hell with the Grim Reaper! ”

"After two Chechen wars, the Chechen [***] armed forces, the members of the 'East Turkistan Liberation Organization' who were once active in China's border cities, and the Afghan guerrillas with rich combat experience, they gritted their teeth and continued to hunt down and kill the Chinese [***] people who are now worth as much as 100 million US dollars, but in the jungle they left a large number of corpses again and again, and they lost their troops again and again under the almost miraculous military technology of the Chinese [***] people."

"Oh my God, those two [***] people are alive and in our field of vision......"

"They are dragons and tigers, madmen and beasts, ghosts that cannot be killed, and the gods of death that every soldier and every soldier cannot defeat! Look at him, left and right, full of blood-red Chechen [***] armed guerrillas ready to avenge their brother, and behind him, a pursuit party of hundreds of armed men armed with automatic weapons, formally trained in military affairs, and even those who have been tested by the test of long-term warfare, are in hot pursuit of him, vowing to let him die without a place to be buried. And in the mountains controlled by the Chechen [***] militants, we can see the helicopters of the Chechen guerrillas, regardless of the possibility of being attacked by the Russian Air Force, constantly searching in the mountains, as long as they can see their enemy, even if they only see suspicious targets, they will generously and without hesitation dump a large number of heavy machine gun bullets, rocket artillery and even wooden-handled grenades. But...... They came out again and again, raising the iron-blooded battle banner in their hands, which had become a symbol and a spiritual belief, and they proudly proclaimed in the enemy: Hey, come again, we are still alive! ”

The whole world media community is going crazy!

John Mitchell has put all the compliments he can think of, with his excitement, his respect, his incredible, all in capsitation. Within twelve hours, these press releases, full of Western scholars' exaggerated imagination and even romantic thinking, were distributed to everyone who paid attention to the incident.

But what really drove the world crazy was the increasingly red battle flag!

Everyone sitting in front of the TV couldn't help but cover their mouths and exclaim: "Oh my God, they are still alive, that red flag, it's still flying!" ”

Yes, Zhan Xia Ge and Zhao Haiping are still alive, and the red battle flag in their hands has been broken into pieces by bullets in the tragic battles one after another, but when Zhan Xia Ge or Zhao Haiping stood proudly on the hill, fluttering it in the wind, bringing up a fire-like blazing, bringing out a fire-like enthusiasm, the bright red was like a rising sun, so brilliant that people didn't dare to look at it directly!

Sitting on the helicopter, facing the vast forest sea under their feet, they really couldn't shoot anything, and they couldn't see anything, but John Mitchell and his photographer still ran over on time every day, carried out routine intensive strafing with Amira, and then had hundreds of millions of viewers around the world silently chant "May God bless you" in their hearts with the eyes of a dead man, watching a squad of armed men jump from the helicopter and be drowned in the green world in an instant.

But John Mitchell and his photographer are still happily taking pictures of the forests and mountains at their feet, and if you haven't watched TV for a long time, and you can see the video broadcast live on the satellite channel, you must think that the directors of the world television, national television, and regional television stations are all going crazy together, and they are all broadcasting a boring and boring mountain scenery tour program that God knows what fool will sit in front of the TV to watch.

Everyone was waiting, waiting for the iron-blooded battle banner full of provocation, full of male surnames, and full of the unapologetic military soul of the Chinese [***] people, to flutter in the wind again in a corner of the mountains, with a posture of dominating the world.

If you haven't seen the proud smile of no regrets on the faces of the two [***] people who are painted with camouflage colors, and you haven't seen them scarred all over their bodies but still straight, still with a body as majestic as a mountain, you won't know what a real man is!

In the hysterical howl of the man and the almost crazy scream of the woman, the two [***] people waved the iron-blooded battle flag in their hands, standing proudly against the nascent morning sun on the top of the mountain, when the camera captured them, their whole bodies were bathed in golden sunlight, and at that moment they looked like battle angels blessed by the Nine Heavens God of War!

They really don't know how many boys in this world who still dream of heroes can make their smiles follow suit, and they don't know that their majestic bodies, as wide as the earth, and as sharp and proud as peerless gods, can make many young girls in this world cry crazy and cry for it.

Every time he shook the iron-blooded war chess in his hand, Zhan Xia Ge would always put his hands together, straighten his neck, and roar at the mountains and the blue sky: "Orlan Qili, Bai Yi, we are still alive, and there is no corpse alive!" You two guys, if you dare to die in front of me, I'm going to fucking despise you! You give me ...... Stay alive! ”

The shouts of the war hero song echoed repeatedly between the mountains and the blue sky, and for a time the entire mountains were full of echoes of "live", "live", "live", "live", Zhao Haiping, who was standing behind the war song, nodded vigorously, and he shook the iron-blooded battle flag in his hand even harder, in the endless mountains and dense forests in southern Russia, this point is like a blazing flame, which looks so small, but so dazzling.

People are really crazy!

Any idea why they're crazy?

Because, in this chaotic era when men are more and more like women and women are more and more like men, in this era when everyone is completely surrounded by reinforced concrete, and everyone is drunk and dreaming of death, this network is full of Italian silver and stallions, everyone likes to fantasize about what adventures they encounter, what strange people and what strange books, and brand themselves with an "extraordinary" brand, as long as they beckon, they can be hugged left and right, and they can be full of gold, and completely forget about hard work and perseverance, and forget that there is still blood in men, Also fighting the glitzy era of passion. In the body of these two [***] people, they once again read the long-lost, unique flesh and flamboyance of the male surname creatures!

A man's surname is to attack, attack, and attack, and a man's surname is to conquer the world with his own body and his own will!

When they have been restrained for too long and too long, when they hide in civilized society, no longer have to fight with the wind, frost, rain and snow in nature every day, to fight with wild beasts with their own bodies, and to feel the threat and helplessness of death with their own bodies and their own hearts, the blood in their veins is slowly, slowly, slowly, cooling!

In this world, women begin to try to wrap themselves in toughness in order to protect themselves, and they strive to make themselves as aggressive and strong as men.

But look at these two [***] people, look at these two men and women who are covered in blood and fighting for survival every day, whether they are girls or ordinary housewives, or invincible strong women in the shopping mall, they all shed tears. There was only one word that came out of their mouths: "Real man!" ”

Isn't this kind of grandiose surname, the majestic body strong enough to support a blue sky for any woman in this world, the kind of pride that makes people just want to fall into their arms and be protected by them, isn't it exactly what they crave most in their hearts, but they can't find what they have discovered in the vast sea of people?

The surname of the male surname is to fight, and the biggest instinct of a man is to face challenges and show his strength by defeating one opponent after another, so as to attract the favor of different surnames, which is the only law of natural evolution between the strong and the inferior! When men give up this natural surname and begin to appear in front of women like docile dogs, squeeze out their self-righteous elegant smiles, and squeeze out their self-righteous gentlemanly demeanor, women can only express their disappointment and loss in the midst of unspeakable disappointment.

The most terrifying thing is, who can understand this? When chasing some bullshit savage girlfriend, when a man runs all over the ground by a savage woman, is grabbed by his ears by a barbaric girlfriend, still has a begging smile and even secretly rejoices, thinking that he can catch up with what trend and era, you have given up the dignity of the male surname, you have given up the most precious thing in a man, the most attractive to women, and the most tender thing that can make any woman a finger twist!

That kind of thing is a man's ...... Proud bones!

When you bend your knees in front of a woman, hoping to get her affection, when you carefully send a love letter written in your own blood to a woman, when you stupidly stand on a building platform with no guardrail enough for you to jump off and die in a mess, but make a phone call, hoping that your unrequited love or girlfriend who is about to break up can run over and be touched by your life, I want to ask you......

In this world, is it necessary to trample on one's own dignity in exchange for real feelings?

In this world, is it useful to despise one's own life in exchange for tenderness like water?

In this world, casually pouring out men's blood, not writing a man's battle essay, but just treating it as a rose-like plaything to the beloved woman, when you despise the bubbling flow in your body like this, it should be so hot that it can ignite the fire of any woman's love, your blood book, your infatuation, in the eyes of women, is fucking worthless! Of course, maybe...... It's worth a red rose that is priced at five cents a piece in the wholesale market, three dollars in a flower shop, ten dollars after being carefully packaged in plastic paper on Valentine's Day, and has not yet bargained with the flower shop proprietor!

The soldier's heavenly surname is to attack, attack, and attack again!

Persistent attack, no regret attack, no matter whether you succeed or fail, no regret attack! The last battle is beautiful, the shipwreck is beautiful, the moth to the fire is beautiful, and the soldiers on the battlefield are the most beautiful! The soldiers on the battlefield are the ones who attract the attention of female surnames, and the soldiers on the battlefield are the most tough!

And as a man, whether you are in life or in communication, you must regard them as wars without gunpowder, and give full play to a man's fighting genius to the extreme!

Know why men and women are attracted to each other?

Because this is a kind of biological instinct complementarity, men like women's soft, towering and full of elastic **, like women's gentleness, like women's beautiful lines, like their delicate faces as if they were blessed by the goddess Athena.

And what women like about men is their majestic bodies, their rough and majestic chests that can hug them tightly, their faces as hard as marble carvings, the heavy gasps and the smell of slightly sour sweat when they are passionate in bed!

When you make yourself more beautiful than a woman, more gentle, more tender like water, more fucking dressed in colorful clothes to attract bees and butterflies, more slender and pitiful, more civilized and polite to the point that your wife can only stand aside and rub her hands anxiously when she lets others flirt, your woman will not become a strong woman to call a fucking ghost!

If you think you are still a man, but you hold on to your gold-wire glasses that have no real meaning, just pretending to be Sven as a tool for picking up girls, cough lightly, put on a proud face, and disdainfully comment on this passage "What theory, it's really nonsense...... Well, it's nonsense, could you please move your body 200,000 centimeters behind me and stay away from me? Don't think that if we are polite and gentlemanly, we will not curse...... Your mother's! ”

I can only tell you with regret that you are really not a fucking man anymore!

(To be continued)