After ending the call, Zhang Longchu directly used his mobile phone to surf the Internet, quickly checked the situation in the Apudawang mountainous area, sighed, and said apologetically to the stunned Li Xian'er: "You also heard Sister A."

A friend of mine was unlucky, he was transferred to exterminate religious extremists after fighting the plane war, and now he is missing, and I am going to the mountains of Apdawang to rescue him.

Of course, the sooner the better, after all, one more minute delay can be the difference between life and death, so I can only leave first, and I'll contact you when I get back..."

While speaking, Zhang Longchu, who was sitting on the card seat against the wall, was holding up the dining table with one hand, and the whole thing was churning up like a piece of paper, and it landed on the aisle of the restaurant very lightly, causing an exclamation.

"By the way, I'm so sorry I left early, this meal is mine." After landing on the ground, he took out his wallet as if he remembered something, he threw two large bills on the table, and waved his hand at Liu Xiaosong, Zhen Huiyan and others who were also stunned: "Sister Xiaosong, Sister Huiyan... Bye. He walked briskly towards the door of the ice shop.

At the moment when she was about to open the door of the store, Li Xian'er suddenly came back to her senses, turned her head and shouted at Zhang Longchu: "Small, be careful, Long Chu...", and then looked at Zhang Longchu and nodded at her with a slight smile, and disappeared into the ice shop.

Kalimantan covers an area of more than 700,000 square kilometers, and if you don't live by the sea, the inhabitants of the hinterland don't really feel that they are living on an island.

In particular, many mountain people, who have never seen the sea for generations, are naturally conservative, stubborn mountain people, and adventurous. The disposition of the sea peoples who are good at learning is the opposite, such as being located in the middle of an island. The Apudawang Mountains, where Malaysia and Indonesia meet, are a living example.

The indigenous people here belong to the Malay race. Hundreds of years ago, it was a slave society, and it was through the exploitation and enslavement of Western colonizers that we gradually learned the meaning of the word "civilization".

In addition to civilization, the Western powers also brought religion, and for a long time in the old era, God replaced the primitive ancestor worship and became the spiritual pillar of the Apdawang people, but after the independence of Malaysia, the crescent moon doctrine, which is more in line with the stubborn and fierce temperament of the hill people, was introduced to the region, and after a century of evolution, it eventually became the mainstream religion.

Since then, the mountainous region of Apudawang has been much more backward and impoverished than the coastal area of Kalimantan. Inexplicably, it has become a cancer rich in terrorists.

In the middle of summer in June, the sun is very hot, but there are still cool breezes blowing from time to time in the high depths where the trees are lined with trees and lush vegetation.

Leaning over the crown of a large tree more than ten meters high, a horizontal branch that grew obliquely, Zhang Longchu looked at a dozen thin bodies hundreds of meters away, with white cloth wrapped around their heads, wearing tattered Crescent traditional robes, taking advantage of the cool breeze. The mountain people picking dates under a jujube tree have an expression of listening attentively on their faces.

It has been three days since he went into the mountains of Apu Dawang alone to search for and rescue Sachongpa, and the longer he has passed, the more he feels the preciousness of the Daigo empowerment and chakra practice he unexpectedly received during his trip to India.

Although it is only level 6 of health energy when it is not transformed. According to Millican's classification of people with supernatural powers, he is an extraordinary person at the bottom of G, but the comprehensive improvement of all the characteristics of the physical body without missing anything makes Zhang Longchu have no shortcomings.

Run through steep mountain terrain. He has a balance comparable to that of a mountain antelope, and the speed of a leopard. Dog-like stomach... Moreover, after a sleepless all-night trek, you only need to close your eyes for 30 or 40 minutes to fully recover your strength;

You can feel any movement during a break. Compared to the previous adventures, it was simply impossible to travel without relying on war machines, and it was completely different.

At the top of the tree, relying on the hearing beyond normal humans, he eavesdropped on the conversation of the jujube pickers, who had lived in Malaysia for more than a year, and could understand Malay dialect, Zhang Longchu thought, "I can't even eat mountain dates when I'm young, and I don't go out of the mountain to break through."

The idea of spending all day time studying how to blow up more people in public is really, really speechless, but listening to the conversation, the village where they live should not have been affected by the encirclement and suppression launched by the Malaysian regular army this time, and it is impossible to imprison Sachongba...", quietly climbed down from the tree.

After eliminating another target, he sensed the moisture in the air and walked to a stream near the cliff, squatted down and drank a few sips of cold, clear water, let out a long sigh of relief, and muttered, "I've searched for more than a dozen villages around the missing place, and they still haven't disappeared at all."

Isn't that unfortunate man who is already dead and buried under a big tree in the mountains of Apudawang and used as fertilizer..."

Zhang Longchu muttered a few words to himself, stood up and was about to walk to the woods on the left, when he suddenly stopped, stepped lightly across the stream like catkins, and scurried as fast as an ape to the distant one, leaning over the grass.

He had barely finished hiding when he saw a group of Malay children, aged between six or seven and twelve or thirteen, led by two dark-skinned and diminutive mountain men in their thirties and forties, coming out of the bushes on his left side and coming to a halt by the stream.

They had obviously walked a lot of rugged mountain roads, and the younger children squatted on the ground and drank heavily when they saw the mountain stream, while the older children, although their lips were also dry, none of them dared to leave the team without permission, and still stood upright.

"Shevasai, you go to the village and take two prisoners, and the children should see blood." Seeing the performance of the teenagers, the one who looked more sturdy among the two mountain people showed a satisfied expression, groaned for a while, and suddenly said to his companion.

When the words landed, the mountain people beside him were stunned for a moment, and said hesitantly: "Isn't it too early to let the children do this kind of thing now, Bangdu?" ”

"The eldest of these children is almost fourteen years old, and it's time to offer devotion to the true God, so go." Bondu said expressionlessly, hearing this, Shewasai hesitated, nodded, turned and burrowed into the bushes to the right.

Looking at the disappearing back of his companion, Bangdu sighed quietly, clapped his palms and said, "Okay, everyone rest for 5 minutes, and then we will go to class." After he spoke, the surrounding teenagers dispersed, talked in a low voice, and began to drink water and wash their faces around the stream.

However, the boys had just taken a breath to cool off, and the rest time was already over, so Bangdu immediately clapped his hands and asked all the children to gather, sat down on the ground, took out his pistol from his waist, and said, "Okay, today we have walked for three hours on the mountain road, and everyone has persevered."

Including the youngest Jiapu Wa, everyone showed their piety with strong perseverance.

Now that we come to class, who raises their hand to answer what it is? ”

As soon as the words landed, most of the children raised their hands, Bangdu looked down, and pointed to a shriveled boy who looked to be less than 10 years old, and said, "Apdu, you can answer." ”

"This is a weapon to defend the true God." The boy immediately sprang up from the ground and replied loudly.

"Well, what about its model, performance, and range?" Bangdu nodded approvingly and asked again.

"The metric UT986 short gun can hold 18 rounds of 12 mm caliber general-purpose bullets at a time, with a maximum range of 1500 meters and an effective range of 900 meters..."

Then he raised the short gun in his hand and asked the third question, "Then who can show me how to use it correctly?" ”

Zhang Longchu, who was hiding in the grass on the other side of the mountain stream, was still thinking about how it was very strange for a rude, sturdy and fierce mountain man who obviously had little knowledge to take a group of children to the wilderness to attend classes.

But after seeing the content of Bangdu's class, he first thought it was funny;

Immediately after thinking about it, he slowly trembled, and his whole body was cold from the inside out;

In the end, Zhang Longchu, who had been tempered by the battle array and saw the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, even if he confronted the entire powerful army of the heteroplane, he slowly became distraught, and a creepy expression appeared on his face.

And just as the cold hairs on his back stood up unconsciously, Shevasai, who had left not long ago, pressed the same amount with three or four mountain people, and his hands were tied together with thin hemp ropes;

The tattered military uniform, covered with blood stains, and the poor walking corpse, walked out of the woods, walked quickly to Bangdu's side and whispered: "Bangdu, the elder said, at most, these little pawns can only be used to train the children, and other officers and prisoners are still useful." ”

"That's enough, Shewassai." A hint of gloom flashed on Bangdu's face, but he didn't say anything, pointing to the captives tied up in a string not far away and said to the children: "The next question, you can answer it without raising your hand if you know."

Who are they? ”

Suddenly a cacophony of answers rang out, "Enemies of the true God, terrible devils, thugs who invade our village...";

"They are the objects of jihad, infidels who should be beheaded ...";

"These guys have burned the village of Dawa in the West Mountain, killed a lot of devout believers of the true gods, and will definitely go to hell..."

Hearing these satisfactory answers, Bangdu smiled gloomily, "Everyone is right, these people are thugs who deserve to go to hell, and the warriors who killed them in the holy war can be rewarded by the true god ascending to heaven in the future, so..."

Speaking of this, he paused slightly, looked down at the immature faces by the stream, and raised the short gun in his hand, "Which of you is willing to execute these heretics for the honor of the true God?" (To be continued.) )