The helmet crossed a perfect arc, and with a bang, it accurately hit his own people in the mountain depression.

The person who was hit immediately pounced, followed by a series of coherent sounds of bullet-lifting guns.

There were only two people in the depression, and one of them quickly checked what had been thrown at him, and then made a few simple gestures.

Soon the two of them had already determined the direction, after all, there was only one place in the barren mountains and bald mountains in front of them, and there was only one place where people could hide, Wednesday.

One man raised his gun, and the other slowly approached Wednesday's position.

The distance of more than twenty meters was quickly completed, and the person in charge of reconnaissance also confirmed the situation in front of him, and made a gesture behind him, and the other person quickly touched it.

The two of them looked at the stunned Koryo stick in front of them, frowning, and their eyes were full of all kinds of doubts.

But the instinct of the soldier made the two react quickly, and the two hid their bodies and reported the situation in a low voice through the communication system.

Wednesday, not far away, listened to the low voices of the two of them, and the blurred shadows that shook in the distance, a smile was torn at the corner of his mouth, and his figure flickered, retreating into the darkness in the distance.

The weather quickly brightened, and on Wednesday I found a small shop that sold breakfast at random, and sat down on the greasy table that was open at the door.

Soon the local naan and haggis soup was served steaming, and on Wednesday I was satisfied with breakfast, and when I returned to the dormitory, the others stumbled out of bed.

The day is over quickly. Bland, ordinary.

Lying in bed on Wednesday at night, listening to the even breathing of his roommates, he was about to laugh out loud in the bed.

"Lao Tzu should be regarded as a contribution to the country, right? Damn, if you dare to come to Lao Tzu's country to make trouble, you have to ask Lao Tzu whether he agrees or not!" Wednesday's eyes were round, like two luminous balls in the night, and there was no sleepiness at all.

The other party

A certain Chinese corps

"What's going on?" a soldier with a long square face and several stars on his shoulders frowned and looked at the information in his hand, and on the snow-white walls of the room, the projector was playing pictures of the battlefield.

"I don't know. A heavily armed soldier at the conference table replied dryly, looking at the equipment, it should be his own people who saw it on Wednesday in the early hours of this morning.

"I don't know what it is? Damn, Zhang Erzi, that's how you reported the results to Lao Tzu?"

"Old chief, I really don't know, you've asked me four times. The person known as Zhang Erzi explained helplessly.

"Call those two soldiers to Lao Tzu. The old man said through gritted teeth.

Soon, the two soldiers also finished reporting the situation and obediently sat on the stool at the back of the conference room, with their waists straight.

"What's the matter? Two big living people just fainted behind you, and you only found out after being hit by one of them's helmet, and there was no other trace at the scene, not even footprints, what the fuck, it's too evil, right?" The old man's fingers gestured back and forth between Zhang Erzi and the two soldiers.

"Zhang Erzi, you say, how do you write this report?" The old man felt that his head hurt a little.

"I ...... I don't know. Zhang Erzi could only move out of his magic weapon again - I don't know.

"I ...... I'll your uncle, get out, little bunny, I'm annoyed when I see you. The old man waved his hand irritably and drove Zhang Erzi and the others out.

"Chief, what should I do about this?" asked the bespectacled young officer beside him, tentatively.

"Hahahaha, what should I do? What's so difficult about this, a big victory, just report it. The old man changed his previous angry appearance, and his face was refreshed.

"I mean, what Instructor Zhang said. ”

"I'll report this myself later. ”

Soon, a report was handed over to the old chief: there were illegal armed elements who illegally invaded the XX border of our country, the number of which was 14, two were killed, and the remaining 12 were arrested......

The old chief waved his pen and sent it out.

The old chief was the only one left in the room.

The old chief took out a magnetic card from his pocket, very old-fashioned, a bit like the phone card he used when he was in college on Wednesday.

The magnetic card was inserted into the phone in the office, and the old chief pressed the red call button on the phone, and then crackled and pressed it again, and the sound of a beep on the phone came.

"Hey, hello, this is XX Insurance Company, what question do you want to ask?" came out of a sweet female voice on the phone.

"I want to buy No. 4 black insurance. ”

"Need we introduce you to a consultant?"

"Yes. ”

"Do you have a counselor you're familiar with?"

"Number 1. ”

"Please wait. ”

The call was transferred quickly.

"What's the matter? Fourth. A dialect came out of the phone.

"The matter of the evil man. ...... early this morning, "The old chief introduced the matter.

"Leave it alone, leave this matter to me. ”

"Hmm. The phone hung up.

Soon, in the country of Goryeo sticks, in a place where there is no record, in an antique office, the young man behind the desk gently pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth, looking at the materials in his hand, the materials are very new, and they still exude a faint fragrance of ink.

"It's been a few years since I've seen anything so interesting, and this old bone is finally moving. The young man muttered jerky language, flipped through the materials in his hand, shook his palm slightly, and the materials in his hand instantly turned into a piece of powder.

Early the next morning, on the border battlefield, a young man appeared there wearing a thin ancient robe, the weather was cold and splashed into ice, but the young man held a folding fan in his hand, and the robe on his body hunted in the cold wind.

The young man looked down on the battlefield from a high hill.

The next moment, the young man's feet swayed, and a few seconds later he appeared on another hill a few hundred meters away, and at his feet there was a cluster of dead branches of low trees, which were blown in the cold wind.

Over here. The young man muttered.

The young man's figure continued to shake, and soon reappeared in the depression, and after looking at it for a while, it had appeared more than twenty meters away in the next second.

Over here.

Over here. The young man was soon already in the position where the gunfire was first spotted on Wednesday.

The folding fan in the young man's hand fanned slightly, and the clothes on his body changed accordingly, and a thick leather coat replaced the thin robe before, and then the young man shrunk his neck and walked down the mountain.

About a dozen minutes later, the young man sat down in front of a breakfast shop, a greasy table, opposite a steaming naan and haggis soup, and a sweaty Wednesday.