Although the mountains are covered with snow, there are still some animals suitable for survival in the high altitude of snowcocks and rock sheep.

Zhu Houzhao is worthy of being a master of martial arts cultivation, and he picked up a stone on the ground and hit a rock sheep.

Zhu Houzhao picked up some firewood and grass, made a fire by rubbing two stones, and then put the rock sheep on the fire to roast.

Suddenly, a few crisp gunshots interrupted his train of thought, and as soon as Zhu Houzhao raised his head, he saw a flat-headed man in his thirties of the Han nationality in Benhua staggering over, with a military thorn in his hand.

The man was almost covered with wounds, his clothes were torn and tattered, and his face was black, but in Zhu Houzhao's opinion, the most serious wound on his body was a shot in the waist, although this shot was a little welt, but the blood had stained his clothes that were no longer presentable.

This person was very embarrassed, but the sharp-eyed Zhu Houzhao could vaguely see a trace of awe-inspiring and vigorous killing aura on his body.

At the same time that Zhu Houzhao saw this man, the man also saw Zhu Houzhao, this man was stunned for a moment, he never thought that in the snow-capped mountains, the highest mountain in the world, there were still people eating roasted rock sheep leisurely, but even if he was still on the run, his hungry stomach couldn't help but scream.

As soon as Zhu Houzhao saw the man who was wounded and fled, he immediately thought of the story he had heard about the Anglos and their vassals constantly encroaching on the territory of China's northwest border China, and the Han and Tibetan people on our border who were not afraid of coercion and rose up to resist.

This injured man who fled should be such a person, Zhu Houzhao came to this conclusion, and this person seemed to have seen it, but Zhu Houzhao couldn't remember it for a while.

At this time, there were hurried footsteps again, and soon three tall Anglo men with white skin, blue eyes, high nose and yellow hair with a smoothbore gun appeared in front of Zhu Houzhao.

The seriously injured man glanced at Zhu Houzhao apologetically and did not speak.

The three Anglo-armed men with guns saw that the wounded man did not continue to escape, they all stopped, and looked at Zhu Houzhao, who was roasting rock sheep, and was also a little surprised, after all, the roasted rock sheep that is leisure in such a high altitude in the big snow mountain is not something that anyone can do, this big snow mountain is said to be biting cold and unsafe, even if you want to roast something, you have to choose a warm and safe place, instead of looking for such a ghost place.

The five people at the scene did not speak, and the atmosphere was in a stalemate for a while, and there was even only the sound of Zhu Houzhao turning over the roasted rock sheep and the fragrance of mutton in the air.

The three Anglos looked at each other and nodded, one of them had very developed muscles, his neck stretched from the base of his ears to his collarbone, there were several hideous scars, and the man with a slightly dark face said: "This friend, there is nothing to do with you here, you get out of the way first, we just want to catch the person who escaped just now." ”

What he said was a little weird, Zhu Houzhao stared at the guy who spoke a little inexplicably, and was about to say why should I let it? This Himalaya, this Mount Everest is not your country's, let alone your family's, your Anglo country is thousands of miles away from the other side of the ocean, why do you want to cross the ocean to this hegemonic territory, and when you injured people, another man suddenly raised a shotgun and was about to shoot Zhu Houzhao.

Before his fingers could pull the trigger, however, he was interrupted by a faint sound of breaking through the air. The eyebrows of the three of them were all a little red, and then a large stream of blood came out, and the three of them stared at Zhu Houzhao with wide eyes and disbelief at the same time, and fell down. At most, it's just a breathing time.

Zhu Houzhao doesn't like to kill people, but he will never show mercy to people who threaten his life, and he waved three stones because he doesn't like people to keep pointing guns at him.

The man who was seriously injured, his eyes widened, he couldn't believe it for a long time, the three people who had been chasing him for a long time with a gun were so easily killed by this person who roasted the rock sheep, no wonder he dared to roast the rock sheep here, it turned out to be such an existence against the sky.

"The sheep is ready, let's eat something." Zhu Hou looked at the man who hadn't spoken for a long time, and said with a faint smile, "This gentleman, we should have met, right?"

Zhu Houzhao racked his brains, but he didn't remember where he had seen this person, so he asked casually.

"Yes, yes." With a vague smile on his lips, the man nodded, "In the Graduate School Tournament jointly organized by the Graduate School Newspaper of the Rebirth Normal School and the Graduate School Newspaper of Wuxing University in Beijing, we fought each other, but I lost. ”

"Are you the master of the Wuxing University team in the capital?" Zhu Houzhao was surprised.

"The master doesn't dare to be a master, but the team of Beijing Wuxing University is not wrong." The man nodded.

"Ah, remembered, remembered." Zhu Houzhao patted his thigh,

"You are the king of the Tiger Commando of the Wuxing University team in the capital?"

I didn't expect this person's memory to be so good, the soldier king was stunned for a moment, "The soldier king can't talk about it, it's just a soldier brother." ”

After Zhu Houzhao finished speaking, he cut off half of the rock sheep, took out a few herbs from the backpack in the back, kneaded them into crumbles and sprinkled them.

The soldier king looked a little inexplicable, it seemed a little unhygienic.

Although it was finished, Zhu Houzhao did not hand the half of the rock sheep in his hand to the king of soldiers, but said: "Come here, I'll help you take a look at the wound." ”

After listening to Zhu Houzhao's words and looking at Zhu Houzhao's actions, the king of soldiers seemed to understand that Zhu Houzhao was getting herbs to help him heal his injuries, and hurriedly walked over.

When the king of soldiers walked in front of him, Zhu Houzhao raised his hand and struck on the opposite side of the wound of the king of soldiers from the gunshot wound, and a bullet flew out like a meteor and fell far away.

The king of soldiers didn't even feel pain, and found that the bullet in his waist had been taken out, why was this person so good? It was the first time he had met someone who had taken a warhead like this.

As if he didn't see the surprise of the king of soldiers, Zhu Houzhao handed over half of the rock sheep in his hand, and then took out two herbs and handed them to the king of soldiers and said, "You first chew the herbs and put them on the wound of the bullet." Then eat this rock sheep, and it should be fine. ”

After speaking, Zhu Houzhao no longer cared about the king of soldiers, but gnawed the other half of the rock sheep by himself.

The king of soldiers was pleasantly surprised to find that his wound not only did not hurt anymore, but also had a cool feeling, what kind of herb is this? The effect is so good. Suddenly, the image of Zhu Yu in his eyes was not only grateful, but also an inexplicable awe.

In the snow-capped mountains, he not only leisurely roasted wild rock sheep, but also treated his gunshot wounds at will, and even took out the bullet with a slap.