"Ha ha ha ha……"
When I took Burea back to 729, Banbula and the others were so arrogant that they didn't even ask a question.
We chatted about guns, training, and women at the wine table. Yutou even drank with Dahei without using translation software. He still had no quality at all and opened his mouth to curse: "I x your mother, yes You did it even if you were capable!"
Dahei picked up the glass and swallowed it!
Yutou looked around, knowing that he must not be timid at this time, so he picked up the bottle and blew it directly.
He was so courageous, he just held the bottle and blew half of it before squirting...
Dahei laughed and said a bunch of words that I didn't understand, and picked up the bottle with a red face. As a result, he took two sips, sprayed on his back, and then lowered his head and coughed.
How could he swallow the 53° Feitian? If he drank a bottle of this, he would be extremely uncomfortable without gastric lavage!
Do you really think this thing is a big green stick?
At the table, I made a decision in front of everyone, that from now on, Bujea would be responsible for the security camp and the police station. Because he is not tactful enough in dealing with people, I paired him with Sera Jon, who can adapt to the situation.
I thought that when I made this decision, two people who knew Bourea would not agree with it, and even prepared their excuses. What I didn’t expect was that none of them, Banbula, answered me, and their expressions were full of dissatisfaction. It was full of expressions that read: "You can buy and sell at your house as you wish."
Only now do I understand why the ancients risked their lives to become emperors. How beautiful it would be to be able to do whatever you want?
In fact, at the moment, my scars have healed and I have forgotten the pain. Before, I thought that I was so blinded by power that I forgot everything when I got to the wine table.
I don’t know how many people will make this mistake in my life, but I think there should be quite a few.
"elder brother?"
Burea called me secretly while they were chatting.
I saw his "dissatisfied desire" at a glance and nodded: "Go ahead."
Burea lifted his legs and walked outside, whistling as he walked out of the door.
As soon as he went out, Banbula stopped chatting, Yutou stopped drinking wine, and even the old falcon stared. Banbula asked at this time: "Master, how can I get this back?" "?" He pointed to the door with his thumb.
I pretended to be relaxed and said, "Hey, it's not a big deal. We had a fight and I let him vent."
The old falcon asked in disbelief: "Does he really dare to take action?"
I laughed: "You didn't look at the death. This kid almost broke my arm and beat me to death."
"Do you know the ground skills in the TV arena? This guy used them directly on me."
Yang Rong, who hadn't spoken for a long time, shook his head and said, "It's different from what's on TV."
Everyone turned their attention to him again.
"The crossbar on TV is used to dislocate the hand. The one used by Bourgeois was taught by Lao Qiao. After locking your hand, cross your legs to stabilize it, and then roll on the spot like a crocodile, using the whole body The force twists this arm."
He raised his index finger: "It will be useless with one hand."
Hearing this, I swallowed hard.
Yutou asked curiously: "How long does it take to practice to understand this? It sounds scary."
"Practice and know how to use it are two different things. If you want to practice it, you can learn it by holding the dummy for a few times. From here, you can use it properly on the battlefield..." Yang Rong raised his head, very proud. "I have to die a few times," he said.
"Both of us were lucky to survive the battlefield."
"Actually, Lao Qiao has trained this entire batch of us..."
"Twelve." I said this because when Lao Qiao took me into the mountains to see the graves, I counted the graves, and his name was the same as the one on the grave. I thought that was what it meant.
"Yes." Yang Rong glanced at me, surprised by my quick reaction.
"Those of us don't have our own names, we can only use the same names as Lao Qiao's dead comrades; we don't have our own families, and Lao Qiao doesn't let us ask."
"Burea is an optimist. He quickly became familiar with the surrounding villages, so everyone in the village knows him. When they mention him, they all say that Burea grew up in the village."
"At that time, there were several people who were 'raised in villages', and they all died on the battlefield."
Yutou asked confidently: "Have you really fought in a war?"
Yang Rong picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp: "I've been a little idle in the past two years, before?"
He sneered: "When you go out to transport goods, you have to fight those who are trying to grab the goods; when the dragon comes across the river, you have to fight; and if there are small forces around you that want to show up, you have to fight."
"Occasionally, I have to go out and do some business of stealing other people's heads on other people's territory."
"Tell me, have we ever fought?"
I felt chills all over my body. Yang Rong said that this situation was very similar to the movie I watched when I was a child, called "Thirteen Cold-Blooded Eagles".
Yang Rong looked at Yutou, who liked to ask questions, and asked, "How did you live when you were our age?"
He seems to be curious about other people's childhoods, because he doesn't have any.
Yu Tou said embarrassingly: "When I was that big, I probably would have been riding on the doorstep to grind baskets..."
boom!
The whole room immediately burst into laughter.
Yang Rong looked at me in confusion. I lowered my head and explained something in his ear. When Yang Rong lowered his head, he also smiled.
That night, we drank from night to dawn. Before the banquet was over, Yang Rong stood by the window and watched the green soldiers finish their work in the warehouse. After saying something to me, he returned to the village. He said he was worried that there was no one in the village. He also asked me when the goods would be released. If they didn't come out, they wouldn't be able to store them anymore.
My response was 'just wait'.
It’s not that I don’t want to ship. By this time, I have long since lost all moral restraints in my heart. What I have to wait for is the opportunity.
At least, you can't touch this thing when Master Bao keeps causing trouble and the Burmese army is pressing at the door, right?
Isn't this an excuse for others to kill you?
I was smoking a cigarette in the canteen of 729 and thinking about all this. I watched the sky turn white, and a ray of sunlight shined into the room through the cracks in the rebar.
At that moment, I felt like the sunshine that belonged to me was finally coming.
Beep, beep, beep.
The phone rang at the wrong time, but I still had to answer: "Hello?"
"Master Xu, that West Asian guy is back!"
West Asians?
I finally remembered the Pakistani guy.
The corners of his mouth slowly turned up.
He went to Wa State to support me. The purpose was to ensure that Bangkang didn't move while I was taking care of the boss Peng.
Now it seems that he has completed his task very well. This time, he is here to ask for money.
"Tell him to wait a moment, arrange a place for him, and we'll go back right away."
I looked at the group of drunk people on the table. How comfortable are these masters who don't know how to worry about their lives?
And I haven't slept for two days and two nights. (End of chapter)
