"What are you doing?"

Suddenly, a stern roar came from behind Yang Ling. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The second lieutenant immediately stood upright, "Report, during our routine inspection, these people were sneaky and used fake passports, and besides, this person also snatched and destroyed our weapons......"

"Hehe, I have eaten the courage of the ambitious leopard, and I dare to ...... old age"

Yang Ling turned around with a slight smile on his face, and saw a burly man in a major military uniform striding over, followed by several soldiers with loaded guns.

"Ah~!" Before Zhao Fanlong finished his words, he suddenly saw Yang Ling, who had turned around, his mouth was wide enough to fit two big duck eggs, and he immediately choked the words in his stomach.

In this world, he can not be a bird, even if it is the order of the superior leader, if he really does not listen to it, the superior will never treat him with the regulations of disobedience to the order, at most he will be locked up and punished a little, because he also has a lieutenant general grandfather, and now he is ranked in the central order of the real power department.

But this young man in front of him, who looked harmless to humans and animals, he didn't dare to offend at all, and even said that it was too late to hug his thighs, as long as he got on his boat, according to his grandfather, the future glory was just around the corner.

A soldier who does not want to be a general is not a good soldier.

Zhao Fanlong now not only wants to be a general, but also wants to be a different general, and this desire is closely linked to the young man in front of him, as long as he is willing, he may be able to ascend to the sky in one step and become the leader of the super special forces that are being secretly formed.

"Uncle Yang, why are you here!" Zhao Fanlong's face changed faster than turning a book, and his cool face suddenly became extremely surprised, and he pounced in a few steps.

Ga~!

Yang Ling was smiling and stretched out his hand to prepare for a more formal meeting, after all, this is a border pass, and there are many soldiers and even international friends around, but obviously the guy who came did not play according to the rules, Yang Ling felt that his eyes were bulging out of the three words 'Uncle Yang' for a long time, and he trembled and withdrew his palm and touched it on his face, is Lao Tzu so old?

Uncle Yang~!

A group of soldiers with rifles petrified en masse, and the second lieutenant's pistol fell to the ground with a clatter.

If they think they've heard it wrong, their eyes are definitely not wrong.

The battalion commander, whose face was so cool all day long, looked at this young man with such enthusiasm, softness and respect, if he had a tail, he would have waged very happily.

The second lieutenant quickly reacted and hurriedly gestured, and a group of soldiers also secretly put away their guns with a lot of eyes, and stood in a row seven or eight meters away.

"Uncle Yang, it's hot, go to the barracks and eat a few pieces of watermelon to sweat!"

Zhao Fanlong obviously ignored the surrounding situation, and walked towards the barracks with Yang Ling's arm very enthusiastically, and said while walking: "Last time, the imperial capital was goodbye, and it has been more than a month, grandpa asked me to go to Chang'an to visit you, but I didn't meet it, I didn't expect to meet it today in this place where birds don't, fate, it's really fate......"

Yang Ling suddenly completely changed his image of this guy in his mind, is this still the guy who beat that Zhou Tutu in the courtyard of the imperial capital with a blue nose and swollen face, and a cool scum?

And the few soldiers who came with Zhao Fanlong obviously had good eyes, and led Dou Yuntao and Stick and others to follow behind, and walked towards the barracks together.

And the second lieutenant watched the back of the group of people leaving, constantly wiping the sweat from his forehead, and bent down in embarrassment to pick up his pistol.

Nima, today's face is a big loss, and he actually lost his gun in front of his subordinates.

……

Because Taluo is a border crossing, the barracks are not badly built, there is no air conditioning, but there is a large ceiling fan, which is blowing hula la.

A group of people sat around a table, each holding a large watermelon and eating it.

At this time, all the talents were truly relieved, and Yang Ling was relieved that he had finally brought back this group of people who couldn't beat the side except for Dou Yuntao.

And Dou Yuntao and a few other travelers who came back from the ghost gate only then really had a feeling of reincarnation and pain.

It's not easy, I almost hung up.

Therefore, now sitting in the barracks of the Chinese's own troops, one by one I feel more excited.

After so many days, I can finally have a good meal.

After eating watermelon, followed by eating, the food of the troops was not delicious, but the amount was absolutely enough, and a large pot of meat and vegetarian dishes was placed on a large table.

Although Yang Ling was not hungry, he still experienced the food of the army very happily, and after eating, he was also full of praise.

And Dou Yuntao and the others are like a group of criminals who have been vegetarian for decades just released from the starvation prison, including the two women, they are all whining and eating, and they can't stop at all, and the two foreigners are even more murderous, and they have not lifted their heads for ten minutes when they are buried in vegetable pots.

Yang Ling put down his chopsticks after tasting a few bites of various dishes, looked at a pair of foreigners, and was very worried that he had done a useless trip, and he was finally rescued but was strangled to death.

This meal came and ate quickly, Yang Ling and Zhao Fanlong hadn't said a few words, and in less than twenty minutes, several people were lying on the chair with belching and rolling their eyes without any image, looking like a standard image of the paralysis of the capital.

Standing at the door of the canteen of the barracks, Zhao Fanlong glanced back at Dou Yuntao and the others, and asked with some doubts: "Uncle Yang......"

As a result, before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Yang Ling fiercely with his eyes.

"Am I so old?" Yang Ling pointed to his nose angrily and twitched a few times, "Call me Yang Ling in the future, if you feel embarrassed, you can call Brother Yang." ”

Zhao Fanlong immediately became kind, "Brother Yang, what are you doing in Myanmar? Are these all your friends? Why do you look like you've been hungry for years?"

Yang Ling thought about it for a while and said it simply, but he didn't say anything about the big bugs, only that they went on a trip and were caught by a local in a ghost village in Thailand and were almost killed, and they also mentioned the fact that the caves dug by the Japanese army during World War II were full of human bones.

The ghost village is desolate, strange in the eyes of the locals, and full of poisonous insects, coupled with the constant disappearances and haunting rumors of people, and it is unlikely that anyone will find the cave in the next few decades.

Through Zhao Fanlong's mouth, this matter may be stabbed to the top, and then become another blood debt on the heads of the Japanese, after all, the current Myanmar government's relationship with China is no longer as close and direct as it was in the seventies and eighties of the last world. (To be continued.) )