0529, Outpost

An early snowstorm swept across the entire Qilian Mountains.

There is a snowstorm falling this season, which seems unusual.

The tops of the Qilian Mountains are covered with snow all year round. Almost the entire farmland in the Hexi Corridor relies on melted snow water from the tops of the mountains for irrigation, creating a granary in the long oblique belt of western Gansu to store grain for the country. But like this season, such a heavy snowstorm Sweeping across the entire mountainous area, it is so rare that even many old farmers over sixty or seventy have never seen it.

However, the strange thing is that outside the real mountainous area, the weather is gloomy and the crowds are densely packed, but it is not affected by the wind and snow.

Fortunately, because the Qilian Mountains are mostly rocky and red soil, with steep terrain and sparse vegetation, they are not suitable for living, let alone grazing. It is basically an uninhabited land, so this sudden and strange snowstorm did not cause too many casualties.

The temperature once reached minus 20 or 30 degrees Celsius.

"Haha, what a nice snow."

A burly bearded man wearing only a thin khaki robe stood on the top of the lonely peak.

He has a hooked nose and deep-set eye sockets. He is obviously not a Chinese, but a Middle Easterner. Standing on the Nanshan Mountain with an altitude of more than 5,000 meters, he looks at the thunderstorms brewing in the sky above his head, and then looks at There was endless wind and snow all around, and there was a hint of joy on his face.

He stood alone on the top of the southern mountain peak, with cliffs stretching thousands of feet in front and behind him. If he fell accidentally, his bones would be shattered. However, no matter how fierce the wind was in the mountain, it would only roll up his thin robe, but it could not shake him. The slightest trace of his figure.

A rare black-billed golden-eyed eagle crouched on his shoulder.

This falcon is small in size, with a wingspan of no more than one meter. Its feathers are snow-white, with golden eye circles. Its wing feathers look like they are made of gold and iron. Its beak seems to be made of divine iron. It is extremely powerful. He looks at it warily. All around, it seemed that everything moving in the wind and snow could not escape its surveillance.

Suddenly, the falcon fluttered its wings, tearing through the wind and snow with its wings, soaring in the sky like a silver lightning bolt.

An eagle's call came.

"You're finally here?" The burly man looked due north.

In the distant wind and snow, a black spot appeared, erratic, and a hoarse voice penetrated the wind and snow, saying: "Are you ready?"

The hook-nosed man kicked the silver metal box at his feet away and flew towards the black spot in the wind and snow like a meteor.

The black dot was a person, his whole body covered in a large robe, and his face could not be seen clearly, but to be able to appear on such a steep mountain in such a windy and snowy day, he was obviously a super expert, and his speaking voice was, Deliberately hoarse to hide his true face.

He reached out to catch the box, opened it, and saw a faint energy wave coming out, and a faint light that covered the wind and snow. He nodded with satisfaction and said, "Not bad, the goods are very good."

The burly Middle Eastern man in the distance spoke in Chinese and said, "Where is the information I want?"

Black Spot drew a metal USB flash drive from his cuff, threw it over, shot through the wind and snow like a bullet, and said: "You know the password, the information is all inside."

The Middle Eastern man gently caught it and said, "Okay, this is not the first time we have cooperated. I think you won't lie to me."

Black Spot was carrying the box and said in a hoarse voice: "I would like to advise you, when you come to China, kill fewer Chinese soldiers. Otherwise, the military will be furious and investigate, and the consequences will be serious. In China, we have a saying, called Anyone who offends China will be punished no matter how far away it is, you should have heard this."

When the Middle Eastern man heard this, he smiled contemptuously and said: "In this world, strength speaks for itself after all. You Chinese will fight among yourself and become a mess. Otherwise, how could you cooperate with us and sell out intelligence?"

The black spot snorted coldly, turned into a black shadow, and finally disappeared into the wind and snow in the distance like a star ball.

The Middle Easterner looked at the black dot's back and smiled disdainfully.

He roared, and the falcon hidden in the snow flew back to his arm, and then rose into the air like a bird. It jumped several times and reached another mountain peak one kilometer away.

This peak is only slightly higher than the southern peak, but the slope is gentler and the terrain at the top of the mountain is slightly wider, so a military outpost was built.

The outpost is a courtyard with several small buildings.

At this time, most of the yard of the outpost was buried in the snow. Outside the yard, there was a stone tablet with four red numbers on it——

9527.

This is Western Post No. 9527.

The Middle Easterners came to the outpost in a familiar way and went straight into one of the two-story buildings.

The light in the room was slightly dim, and the backup generator had stopped running. There were various military equipment and tools in the house, and in the middle there was a burning bonfire, which warmed the whole room.

A pungent smell of blood filled the room.

On the cold ground beside the campfire, there were six corpses. They were all wearing military uniforms, but they were all dead. They had done some fighting before they were alive, but it obviously had no effect. Even the gun was not fired...

A groan sounded.

On the other side of the bonfire, a young soldier was tied to a hardwood stake inserted into the concrete floor. He was breathing heavily. He was not dead yet, but the left half of his face was already bloody. His shirt had been ripped open, and his chest was covered with blood. There are shocking marks of tearing, scratching and biting by raptors.

"Haha, he's not dead yet, he's very lucky." The Middle Eastern man could speak Mandarin, glanced at the young warrior, and felt a little admired, and said: "Boy, beg for mercy, and I'll let you die happily. "

"You... must die..." The little warrior was extremely weak, but his eyes were stubborn and full of hatred: "The Chinese army... will not... let you go... you... you will never leave this country."

The Middle Easterner smiled nonchalantly and said, "God help me. This storm is coming. By the time your army reacts, I have already left with what I want."

The eagle with white feathers and golden eyes flapped its wings and landed on the little warrior's shoulder. It opened its mouth and pecked at the flesh and blood on the little warrior's chest. The eagle's beak with a barb pulled out a large piece of meat in one tear.

The little warrior's body instantly became stiff and tight. He endured the severe pain and panted violently. Cold sweat instantly appeared like spring water, but he did not scream and held on.

"Haha, interesting."

There was a playful look in the Middle Eastern eyes.

The toughness of the Chinese soldiers surprised him.

But it also made him more interested in torture.

He raised his hand and slashed out with a sharp aura, cutting off the rope on the little warrior's body, and then continued to let the white-feathered golden-eyed hawk torture and peck at the little warrior's flesh and blood as if it were hunting a living creature.

The little warrior, who was less than twenty years old, fought hard and wanted to kill the falcon, even if he only pulled out a few eagle feathers...

But the golden-eyed eagle was extremely powerful, and it was a spiritual creature. It could even catch a calf, not to mention that the little warrior was already dying. How could he withstand it? Soon there was no intact flesh left in his body.

"hehe……"

The Middle Eastern people laughed happily on the side, took out the dried meat, and sat by the campfire, as if they were watching the most exciting show in the world, relishing it.

The little warrior soon became unconscious.

The flesh on his body was continuously torn away by falcons, and one of his eyes was pecked out, but he seemed to be unable to feel the pain.

In a daze, he lay on his back on the cold floor, his vision filled with blood, as if he saw his mother working hard in the mountains of the Loess Plateau, smiling at himself, as if he saw his mother who joined the army at the age of eighteen and left her hometown. The girl with braids said to herself, "Waiting for you to come back", as if she saw her sister who was in school writing a letter to herself reporting her results, saying that she had scored another hundred points...

"I'm sorry, mom, my son can't come back."

A smile appeared on his bruised face.

He had no regrets, he did not embarrass his squad leader, platoon leader, or comrades, he did not cry, he did not beg for mercy, and he persisted until the last moment.

It hurts, very painful, and scary.

But there is no shame in it anyway.

Comrades who are sleeping underground, Little Winter Melon is here.

He cried and smiled.

"I am a Chinese sentinel..." He roared with the last strength of his life, turned around suddenly, and wanted to fight one last time.

At this moment, the door to the room suddenly opened.

The wind and snow poured in from outside.

Along with the wind and snow, there is also light outside.

In the light pouring in like quicksand, a figure came in against the light. His face could not be seen clearly, but he was very tall and straight. The little soldier could not see the figure's face clearly, but he could see his feet. He was wearing a pair of Li Ning sports shoes. Shoes with Chinese characters on them.

Then, he vaguely saw that behind this figure, there was another person, wearing an air force blue military uniform and wearing a female soldier's boat-shaped beret, with the red five-star and golden '81' on the cap badge. Words seem to be as bright as torches in the darkness.

"It's a comrade!"

The little warrior fainted after having such an idea in his mind.

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One of the top terrorist masters in the Middle East, [Shatuo], whose real name is Aluf, was born in a small desert village that few people know. Later, he entered a terrorist training camp and learned the skills to kill. He killed countless people and became One of the four top masters of the Evil God Religion.

After the changes in the world, his strength continued to grow incredibly, and he became famous in the Middle East, and no one dared to offend him.

When the door to the room was pushed open, an indescribable sense of crisis suddenly arose in the heart of this Middle Eastern master.

With his strength, no matter how strong the snowstorm is, as long as someone comes within 20 meters, he will definitely be able to sense it. However, he was not noticed until someone walked into the house. There was no sense before. This is simply impossible. matter.

He bounced up from the ground subconsciously.

Raise your hands.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh.

Dozens of snow-white daggers flew out, as fast as lightning. At this distance, with his strength, even a ten centimeter thick steel plate could be penetrated instantly.

But looking at the man opposite, he just waved his hand casually, and the daggers flew back, faster, and pierced his arms, legs, and limbs in an instant.

The training Aruf had gone through had long made him immune to pain. The inertia of the dagger flew him backwards and hit several boxes. Then he quickly grasped his balance and stood up, assuming a defensive posture.

"It's late." A male voice.

"Is there any hope?" A clear female voice said.

"There's still hope for this." The male voice said.

The other party was obviously very confident in his own strength. When he entered the room, he did not kill him immediately, but went to save others.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Aluf's mouth.

Stupid Chinese people, do you think you can defeat me like this?

He didn't know how many times he had killed the enemy in desperate situations. Just when he was about to take action again, he suddenly felt a shocking pressure coming on him. The intuition of a strong man told him that any movement he made would be instantly affected by this pressure. Pressure crushes directly.

A drop of cold sweat dripped from his temples.

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I had something to do at home in the morning, so I was delayed for a while. This is even later. Sorry.