The Central Asian state of Arhanstan, a neighbor of China, has been mired in civil war for several years, and various factions have been intertwined and bloody conflicts are continuous.

Zhao Junyu landed on a mountain full of primeval dense forests.

Not far away, several dense gunshots rang out, and then Zhao Junyu saw a man about thirty years old who looked like East Asia, covered in blood, staggered over, still holding a pistol in his hand.

The man was dressed in civilian clothes, but his clothes had been torn by bushes, and several wounds on his body were still bleeding.

It was clear that he was on the run, with pursuers behind him.

Only a chaotic footstep behind me was heard, and at least five or six people were followed, and the sound of the AK-47 automatic rifle was constantly sudden, and the bullets flew sideways, hitting the trunk of the tree where the man was hiding.

The man shook his hand and snapped a few shots to the back, and someone could be heard screaming from behind, obviously the man's marksmanship was extremely accurate.

But he seemed to be running out of bullets, and the man leaned his back against the trunk of the tree, a look of despair on his face.

Then he suddenly saw Zhao Junyu, who was standing leisurely in front of him not far away, looking like he didn't care about himself.

There was a cold silence in the air, and it was obvious that the man did not turn the corner, and subconsciously rubbed his eyes.

"You're from Huaxia?"

"Run, run, go, what are you doing here?"

The man reacted and shouted after a few seconds.

When Zhao Junyu saw the man who was injured and fled, he immediately felt the familiar aura on his body, which was the breath of iron-blooded war, which was felt in Xiao Nantian and the soldiers of the Red Dragon Army.

He had already guessed who this man was.

When the man saw that Zhao Junyu did not move, his heart was very anxious, wasn't he a Chinese expatriate? Or could he not understand Huaxia?

Then the man hurriedly gestured for Zhao Junyu to leave quickly.

But at this time, it was too late, and four Central Asian men in camouflage military uniforms with deep curly hair poured out from around the woods, and four submachine guns were aimed at the man, but then they found Zhao Junyu again, and they couldn't help but be stunned.

This young man had a white face and luxurious and neat clothes, neither like the local Chinese expatriates nor these enemies.

The air at the scene froze, and the atmosphere became strange for a while.

But it was only a stalemate for a few seconds, and among the four Central Asian men, two submachine guns were immediately aimed at Zhao Junyu.

The man sighed secretly, and looked at Zhao Junyu with some apology and despair, it was he who had caused this young man who might be deaf and mute.

Holding the dagger, the man was about to fight desperately, when he saw a very strange scene.

It was like a huge magnetic force suddenly generated in the air, and the four submachine guns flew out of the hands of the four people at once, and were firmly sucked in the palm of the young man's hand, and then the young man pinched it lightly, and the four submachine guns became a ball of iron clay.

This is......

The man had just opened his eyes when four armed Central Asian men were already shouting, shouting in bird language in panic.

U-turn and run.

Shout Nima's size!

Zhao Junyu's fingers flicked lightly a few times, and a blood hole appeared in the back of each of the Central Asians, and the corpse fell to the ground with a thud.

He still had a frightened look on his face.

The man stared, and he couldn't believe it for a long time, these people who were fully armed to chase and kill him for a long time were killed by this young man so easily, where did this young man come from, so against the sky?

"Who are you?"

"Are you a Huaxia person?

After being stunned for a while, the man cautiously asked in Huaxia, and repeated it in the local language.

"Okay, I'm from Huaxia, don't be crooked. ”

"How did you end up here, how did you get in?"

It turned out to be really a Chinese man, the man was not only surprised and delighted, but then looked Zhao Junyu up and down, how could he not think of how this young man with such a neat face and clothes could appear in the hills and dense forests.

"Come on, why do you have so many questions. ”

"Come and show me your wounds. ”

Zhao Junyu said impatiently.

"Thank you for saving your life, it's useless for you to see my injuries, they are all gunshot wounds, I have to take out the bullets, and I don't have a medical kit in my hand."

The man smiled wryly.

"Don't grind, shut up!"

Zhao Junyu stepped forward, raised his hand and slapped the man's injured left shoulder wound, the man just felt a pain in the wound, and a bloodstained warhead jumped out and fell to the ground.

The man couldn't help but let out a muffled snort, although there was pain from the wound, but more of a shock.

Mu Ran stood there.

"It's ...... What? Qigong?"

The man muttered, but the shock brought to him by the young man in front of him was not over, just a gesture of his hand, and a plaster-like thing suddenly appeared in his hand, which was directly attached to his wound, and then tore a few strips of cloth from the corpse and tied them.

As soon as the plaster was applied, the man felt a cool feeling, spreading out on the wound, feeling very comfortable, as if the wound was beginning to heal, and the plaster actually took effect immediately.

This...... The man was already shocked and confused, where did this master come from?

But then his heart moved, and a wave of ecstasy rose.

This person is so capable, and he killed a few Central Asian armed men without blinking an eyelid, it is certain that he is not with them, can you ask him for help?

The man's mind moved, and he immediately said: "Little brother, my name is Wang Chong, we are special forces from Huaxia, we are to help our expatriates evacuate, who knows that this situation is very complicated, just now those few are the armed forces of the warlords here, and there is the shadow of the United States behind them, they are all making trouble, our team has suffered heavy losses, I and the other three team members have been separated, I estimate that they have now fallen into the hands of the enemy, I just want to break out now and find another team to rescue." ”

"But the situation was complicated and chaotic, and it was impossible to contact the other team. ”

"So little brother, you are so capable, I want you to help us for the sake of being a fellow Chinese. ”

"After returning to China, I will show my superiors and give you a lot of rewards!"

Wang Chong took a step forward, his face earnest, and said urgently.

"Which unit are you from?"

"Special forces, is it a red dragon, a snow leopard or a silver fox, a thunder tiger, a war eagle?"

Zhao Junyu frowned, a little disapproving, he felt in his heart that these people were beaten like this by the local armed forces, and they had a bad reputation as special forces.

Last time the whole army had a big competition, all five special operations troops were present, and I never saw this person named Wang Chong in my memory.

Hearing this, Wang Chong's eyes widened again.

"No, the Red Dragon and the Silver Fox, the Snow Leopard, the Thunder Tiger and the War Eagle are the elite of the special forces elite, and compared to them, we are just ordinary special forces. ”

Wang Chong was a little embarrassed.

But then he reacted, "How do you know about the Red Dragon, this is a military secret, who are you!"

Wang Chong shouted at Zhao Junyu, his whole body muscles tensed, and he was on high alert.

(Po Sing Shek Academy)