When the veteran came back at dawn, he felt that something was wrong when he saw that the silence outside the house was strange, and that there was not even a guard at the door.

When he went to the room, he found that there was no one in the room, and even all the belongings were gone. Subsequently, he found the bodies of the soldiers who had been guarding the soldiers in the vicinity of the house, and the methods used to separate them were extremely cruel.

However, this also let him know that Li Zicheng and the others were robbed by robbers in the vicinity, not refugees.

Last night, for the safety of his truck, the veteran drove the truck to a park almost a kilometer away from town and hid it, and slept in the car himself.

There is no way, now the veteran can only find a way to rescue Li Zicheng and others, otherwise it will be difficult to explain it when he goes back.

After all, he is not the kind of person who is greedy for life and afraid of death, and it is impossible to leave them alone. Second, if he just goes back like this, he will definitely be laughed to death by the team.

A veteran who has been in the military for 24 years actually left a group of recruits behind and ran back by himself, so if this matter spreads, it will not be a shame.

The veteran first buried the bodies of the two soldiers and erected a monument for each of them.

Then, he hid the truck back in the park and began to follow the road for clues.

Soon he found a path five hundred meters away from their entrance to the town, which was hidden by tall and dense trees.

As for how their car got in, the veteran squeezed through the cracks in the trees to the path and found that there was another path on the right side of the path, and by following it, they could just reach the house they had lived in the previous night, a small building with a backyard next to it.

And because the house they live in is so low, no one notices the yard behind this small building at all.

And this yard can also drive the car to the main entrance of the small building through the garage in the small building.

The veteran quietly approached the small building, where he wanted to find some clues about the robbers here.

But as he walked downstairs and was about to pick the lock and open the door, he heard someone talking in the room, and there were only two people listening to it, as if they were all drunk.

The old soldier was shocked, because from the upper floor of this small building, everything was very clear when he looked at the house.

So he knew that he might or may not have been exposed by now.

If he had been exposed, now he would not have had a chance to get close to the building at all.

"Maybe the people upstairs were drunk and didn't notice me," the veteran guessed in his mind.

But in order to find clues, he decided to climb through the window of the kitchen on the first floor. After entering the small building through the kitchen window, the veteran smelled a strong smell of alcohol, which permeated the entire building.

"Heh... I've been drinking a lot... You'll be looking good later..."

The veteran muttered quietly, opened the safety of his rifle, loaded it, and walked cautiously into the living room.

However, he found that there was no one in the living room, and the sound of conversation was coming from upstairs, so he walked upstairs with a gun.

When I arrived at the staircase on the second floor, the sun outside the window shone on the glass window and refracted into the room, so that the figures of the two people upstairs all shone on the wall of the corridor.

This let the veteran know that there were two robbers upstairs, and they were both drunk, and their speech was already slurred and indistinct.

The veteran was slightly half-crouched, with his gun in both hands, and poked his head out secretly, and he could clearly see two men in black trench coats, sitting at a small round table drinking alcohol.

On the round table was a plate of black secret sauce, an iron flask with engraved words, and a few glass wine bottles scattered on the floor.

"Damn, isn't this Lao Tzu's wine jug?"

The veteran glanced at the iron flask on the round table, and cursed in his heart, the flask was engraved with a traditional character "Ye", which was his surname, so he concluded that this was his flask.

"Tsk... Let's just say that this smell of wine is so familiar, it turns out that it is my wine... No way... We have to hurry up, or we won't have a drop of this wine left..."

The veteran was a little angry, because this wine was the "celebration wine" he had stored for a long time, and it was rewarded by his superiors when he had made meritorious contributions in previous battles, and he usually took it with him, but he forgot to take it when he left yesterday.

He raised his gun, ready to use it to finish off the two robbers who were still drinking, but it occurred to him that he could only find out where the foundation was by keeping them.

When the two of them were getting up to pour wine for each other, they secretly walked behind a person, slammed the back of his head with the butt of his gun, and knocked him directly to the ground.

The other person was holding a wine glass at this time, and was about to drink it all, so when he saw this scene, he was still in a circle, he thought that he had drunk too much today and had hallucinations, so he opened his mouth in a trance, and his body was a little swaying and asked:

"Uh... You... You are... Who is it? ”

"What the hell is your grandfather... Damn..."After the veteran finished speaking, he picked up the butt of his gun and smashed it on the head of the robber holding the wine glass, and the robber passed out directly to the ground.

"Tsk... I can't think I'm dead... It shouldn't be, I didn't work hard! ”

When the veteran saw that he had fallen to the ground, he could not even breathe, so he kicked him lightly in the head with his foot, and then leaned down to check his snort to see if the robber was still alive.

But, as he expected, because he had just exerted too much force, the robber had already returned to the west because he could not withstand his violent blow.

But fortunately, the other one still has a snort, but he seems to have drunk a little too much, and he can't wake up no matter how he screams, and it's useless to splash it with water. In desperation, the veteran had no choice but to tie him up and lock him in a bedroom on the first floor, hoping to find some clues about going to their base in this building.

The veteran hid the dead robber's body in a partition in the attic.

He then began to search for clues in the building, first conducting a carpet search on the first floor, but did not find a single useful clue.

I ran to the second floor and started searching.

He found something strange in the restroom on the second floor, a Hidden Blade that could be worn on his arm.

The veteran put it on with some curiosity, and then saw that the Hidden Blade had a button that connected to the palm of his hand, and then he pressed the button driven by curiosity.

The moment he pressed the button, a strange shockwave erupted from within the Hidden Blade, smashing a fist-sized hole into the toilet wall.

The veteran was startled by the sudden shock wave, but before he could explode into a foul mouth, he was so suddenly unwell that he could not speak.

I saw that his face began to turn red, his eyes gradually turned white, the veins in his neck also bulged quite obviously, and his limbs began to be extremely painful, like cramps, lying on the ground in pain and rolling constantly, feeling the pain all over his body almost fainting, and his internal organs felt like they were about to burst.

However, after five minutes, this pain gradually dissipated, but the veteran could still clearly remember the pain, and he could also feel the physical strength in his body, as if it had all been hollowed out by this Hidden Blade.

"Damn, what kind of is this, it almost killed Lao Tzu..."

The veteran weakly took off his Hidden Blade, which was full of evil spirit, and threw it into the corner of the toilet with all his might.

Then, with great difficulty, he took out the flask, drank all the wine in the flask, and collapsed on the ground with his eyes closed.

After a few minutes of reprisals, the veteran got up, picked up his gun, and walked downstairs to see if the robber had woken up.

Because, now it can't be delayed any longer, the devil knows if those people will eat human flesh, and if he is looking for something in this building again, he will die if he doesn't die.

"There can be such a thing... These robbers shouldn't be easy! ”

The veteran muttered to himself as he went downstairs with his gun in hand.

"This stuff is kind of like a government contraband propagandized in the military..."

The veteran scratched his head and muttered to himself:

"yes, yes, a bit like northern witchcraft... Weapons in the witchcraft of the North, but why is this in the South, and still in the hands of these refugees?"

In fact, when veterans participated in wars before, they had encountered northern soldiers using witchcraft, but the price of using it once was heavy, and it was all at the cost of one life for one blow.

However, the lethality is quite significant, and it can usually kill a large area with a single hit.

He had also heard that only wizards who knew witchcraft could use such weapons normally, but people had never seen what wizards looked like, only that they had left these weapons behind.

And this kind of weapon is quite rare, these robbers can get this kind of thing, it is definitely not simple, and what is even more incomprehensible is that they also distributed this weapon to the small characters in the two gangs.

The veteran thought as he walked briskly to the door of the bedroom on the first floor, opened the door, and saw that the robber was still unconscious on the ground, and the foul smell emitted from not taking a bath for several days made people think that he was dead.

The veteran had no choice but to carry it to the toilet and then push it into the toilet bowl full of yellow urine.

Sure enough, it worked, and the refugee woke up with a choking on urine.

"Ahem..."

When the old soldier saw that he was a little conscious, he lifted his head out of the toilet, glanced at him, and when he saw that his eyes were open, he threw him to the ground, and asked:

"Hurry up, where is your base? I don't have time to spend here with you! ”

The robber, who had just come to his senses, spoke with difficulty:

"Just... Even if, you... You beat me to death... There's no way I'm going to say..."

"Damn... You don't say yes, do you?"

After hearing this, the veteran snorted violently, and then stepped directly on his palm.

With a crisp "click", the robber's hand bone broke.

"Ahh

Then, a hoarse scream rang out from the entire toilet, and the refugee begged for mercy on the spot:

"Okay... Okay, I'll tell you, but you must promise me to spare my life..."

"Of course, but you'd better tell the truth, or I'll use this dagger to cut off your tendons one by one, do you hear?"

The veteran leaned down and put his dagger against the refugee's hand.

The robber nodded quickly, then said he could take him with him. The veteran agreed, but he warned the robbers that if he dared to play any tricks, he would be killed on the spot.

After saying that, he asked the robbers to lead the way, but he said that their base was a bit far from here, and suggested that the veteran drive there.

The veteran who was eager to save people's hearts didn't think so much, so he drove the truck directly and followed the path pointed out by the robbers.