The old ghost said, "Your idea is very close to that of the general, but we don't have advanced weapons. Of course, this is also the main reason why General Sang wants to see you. "

Xie Wendong sighed in his heart, and he felt that his coming here was a bit serious. He doesn't know what kind of advanced weapons the Russian black belt can have, but he ignores one thing. The advanced weapons in his mind are only pistols and rifles, which are mainly used in the battle of the underworld. However, compared with the Golden Triangle, the demand is large and high, which is far from what I expected. This is the difference between the underworld and the army. After Xie Wendong came to Myanmar, what he saw and heard made him worry about whether the Black Belt could afford the expenses of the Golden Triangle. But he won't show it on his face. He always has answers, because he knows very well that as long as he shows a little anxiety in the Golden Triangle, I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to return to China. When you are useful to them, you are God, and they can set up a board of directors to worship you as Lafayette. And when you are useless to them, then you are no different from garbage, not only will you be left far away, but you will also be trampled under your feet.

The Golden Triangle is here, so is China, and so is the world.

The old ghost took Xie Wendong to a big wooden house, but there were only a few women in it. The old ghost asked Xie Wendong to sit down first, and then motioned for the women to eat. Xie Wendong asked, "Why didn't Colonel Hector come?"

The old ghost said, "Colonel Hector just picked you up and went to help Kang. Discuss things with the old vampires in Beijing who only know how to ask for money. Colonel Hector can handle it better than the general. "

Xie Wendong said, "Listen to you. Does the Golden Triangle seem to pay money every month? " "Not every month, but once a year, but you must go back and report the so-called situation every month." Xie Wendong asked, "What are the reports?" The old ghost shook his head and said, "This is confidential and can't be said!"

During the conversation, the women have already served the food. The old ghost pointed to the delicious food: "try our food here, it tastes unique!" " "

Xie Wendong took a bite of white meat and put it in his mouth, feeling very delicious. He couldn't help asking, "What kind of meat is this?"

The old ghost also picked up a big bag and put it in his mouth. He said with endless aftertaste: "snake meat! Cobra. " "Oh!" Xie Wendong promised that chopsticks would never stick to this plate again.

After dinner, Xie Wendong is ready to go back to rest. I don't know when the old ghost called a group of girls. They all look handsome, but their skin is darker. The old ghost pointed at them and said with a smile, "Brother, choose one?" Xie Wendong shook his head, and the old ghost sighed, "If you come to a new country and don't enjoy the women here, you won't enjoy life."

Xie Wendong said slowly, "I may be born a person who doesn't know how to enjoy." The old ghost said helplessly, "I really wonder if you are human?" Forget it. I'll just enjoy the good life by myself. Ha ha! "Old ghost said, and pulled up a few girls, swaggering toward the outside. Xie Wendong looked at the empty bottle on the table and said loudly, "Don't be too tired after drinking too much, or it will damage your health. "The old ghost may have drunk a little too much, and his mood is flying, and he didn't look back. He just held out his middle finger and said, "When did you become a doctor? ! "

Looking at his disappearing figure, Xie Wendong shook his head, got up and walked to his hut. Xie Wendong has only come into contact with Peng Ling so far. It's not that he's not interested in women, but that in his mind, love is the only way to have sex. No, that's just venting animal nature.

Xie Wendong may not be a lofty person, but he is a person who abides by habits and adheres to principles. Man is a slave to habit! The crescent moon hangs in the air like a machete, with no dark clouds and a faint light. The moon is fair, its light can be sprinkled anywhere in the world, whether it is good or evil, it can be shrouded. The Golden Triangle is an evil place. I don't know how many drugs in the world come from here. But there is no denying that its night sky is beautiful. Xie Wendong looked back at the crescent moon and the stars and said to himself, "It must be a fine day tomorrow."

No one knows whether it will be sunny tomorrow, but this night is definitely overcast for the Golden Triangle. Xie Wendong just fell asleep in bed. Half asleep and half awake, a sharp wind howling pierced the silent sky, followed by a deafening explosion, which made the earth tremble. Xie Wendong a clever, quickly got up from the bed and ran out of the cabin. The outside world is wonderful! He understands this sentence now. A red and yellow light in the air rubbed against the air, gave a sharp cry and quickly flew to the hinterland of the Golden Triangle. When the light falls to the ground, it becomes the call of death. This five-meter square place disappeared instantly, leaving a pit half a meter deep on the ground. This is just the beginning. Countless lights rise in the distant sky and fly to all parts of the Golden Triangle.

The troops stationed in the Golden Triangle responded quite quickly and shouted, "The enemy is attacking!" Rifle in hand, military uniform messy ran out of their room. The troops did not panic, obeyed the orders of the officers and quickly rushed to their posts, ready to meet the enemy who was about to attack. Instantaneous time, continuous gunfire, the roar of shells, and people's shouts are mixed together. A shell landed not far from Xie Wendong, and just after two young soldiers got dressed, they were blown apart. Xie Wendong looked at the minced meat splashed at his feet, and suddenly he wanted to vomit. Not because of the tragic scene in front of us, but for two young innocent lives.

Old ghost, wearing a coat and waist-high hair, hurried to Xie Wendong's room and saw him standing at the door at a distance. He couldn't say what expression was on his face, and his eyes looked at the ground dimly. The old ghost stepped forward and grabbed him. "The enemy attacked us. Are you still standing here waiting to die? "

Xie Wendong didn't look up, looking at the red and black minced meat at his feet. "This is two lives." Then he smiled and said helplessly, "Life is really short. Give me a gun, a gun with many bullets. " The old ghost picked up Xie Wendong and ran, saying, "I think you are either crazy or scared silly! What's the gun for? To fight the enemy? You have more than one here, much less, but if anything happens to you, how can I tell the general? ! What should I tell your parents? ! "

Xie Wendong burst out laughing, although this time is really not the time to laugh. The old ghost took Xie Wendong to hide under a wooden house, pointed to the house above, and said with peace of mind, "This house is where the general lives. It is extremely strong, and one or two shells can't hurt us. " Xie Wendong didn't speak, just give the old ghost a thumbs-up.

The attack was carried out by Shandong allied forces. After firing more than 100 heavy artillery shells at the Golden Triangle, about 2,000 soldiers began to charge on all fronts. The fortifications in the Golden Triangle are good, with more than 800 troops stationed. It is not difficult to resist the attack of two thousand people, but it is difficult to resist because of being attacked and bombed by Shandong Coalition forces. The soldiers of the Shandong Coalition army rushed forward desperately under the high bonuses offered by the officers. The tile Coalition forces are also struggling to resist. The heavy machine guns on the watchtower are like Sula Wong in hell. Rows of soldiers burn their lives to ashes under its flames. Red mist rose from time to time from the soldiers of Shandong Allied Forces, and the screams pierced everyone's eardrums, straining everyone's nerves until they broke. A soldier was shot to the ground, rolling and crying, and the kind soldier behind him came forward to pull him back, one step, two steps ... but suddenly there was a loud noise, and the soldier felt that he was flying and the gunfire stopped. The world was silent, as if after a century, his body fell heavily to the ground. After landing, he was unconscious. He struggled to stand up, but he couldn't work hard. He looked up and found that his leg had disappeared without a trace. At this time, great pain came like a flood, and the soldier fainted. In a short time, more than 100 Shandong allied soldiers fell on the mine. Broken bodies are everywhere on the ground, and the burning stench penetrates into the deepest part of people's stomach. It's a pity that some people stepped on bouncing mines and didn't even have time to scream. Their necks were blown off and their heads flew far away. The headless body continued to point the gun at the front, and then fell to the ground, twitching and standing still. The soldiers of the United Wawa Army had no chance to experience the misery of the enemy. Soon, the soldiers who shot wildly on the watchtower became the target of public criticism, and countless revenge bullets flew at them. Ruthless stray bullets hit them and exploded. Red mist immediately spread all over them, like a beautiful and enchanting flower, which was praised for a while and then disappeared. The soldier fell from the watchtower and was covered with a red hole. But soon, the soldiers on the ground quickly climbed upstairs to fill the vacancy, then became a fire-breathing shura, and finally became a short-lived flower. From time to time, artillery shells landed on the positions of the tile joint forces, and shrapnel flew around like handfuls of ruthless knives, scratching people's faces and bodies. Some soldiers were cut by shrapnel and their intestines rushed out of the body. The soldiers looked at their comrades beside them with expressions of surprise, doubt, fear and despair. They will see the tearful eyes of their comrades-in-arms and the dark muzzle. A gunshot was the last sound they heard in this world, and the twitching face of their comrades was the last picture they saw. This is a war, and life becomes unimportant. Even the first hero in the world is just a grass, a weak grass, broken.