After entering the desert, the driving speed was significantly reduced, although both cars were specially modified vehicles to adapt to the desert terrain, but the truck was obviously overloaded, and it was not halfway through walking for two hours, Xiao Yulong jumped out of the car and yelled: "Give Lao Tzu down, go on foot!"

So a group of soldiers had to jump down, follow both sides of the truck, and run forward with their legs fully armed against the scorching sun, Yang Ling said to Xiao Yulong apologetically: "Lieutenant Xiao, I'm sorry, I've worked hard for you!"

Xiao Yulong smiled and said: "This is commonplace, we have to run dozens of kilometers every day." ”

The car was halved, and the speed of the truck was obviously much larger, but it still took nearly an hour to reach the destination, looking at the empty sand dunes in front of him, Xiao Yulong took the telescope and looked around and said suspiciously: "There is nothing here!"

Yang Ling pointed to a place more than ten meters ahead, "I planted a little thing there, maybe it will grow in a few days, I will wake these people up in a while, let them build a sand wall nearby, your task is to watch them stop running, if anything starts to change on the ground, notify me in time, I will go back to Chang'an tonight!"

Xiao Yulong frowned and didn't speak, turned around and arranged for the soldiers to drop all the people in the car, Yang Ling went up and poked his fingers one by one, these people all woke up one after another, and when they opened their eyes, they found that they were in the desert, and there were soldiers with loaded guns around them, and they immediately squatted on the ground like quails, and they didn't dare to say anything.

"Very good~!" Yang Ling walked up to the bearded man and stared at the group of people, most of whom he had seen, he bared his teeth and said: "You know in your hearts what you have committed, and it is enough to be shot in the past, but now I will give you a chance to reform through labor, and Lieutenant Xiao will arrange it for you in a while, remember, there will be a reward for being good at the table~!"

"What's the reward?" asked the bearded man, trembling.

"I'll tell you later!" Yang Ling sold a pass, and then took Xiao Yulong around for a while, delineated a general range for him, and told him when he left: "This thing I planted is very strange, you should always be careful, remember to inform me at any time if there is any change, as for this group of people, just don't starve to death, I will be useful in the future." ”

After Yang Ling left, Xiao Yulong took out the phone in a daze and began to report to his superiors, and the order when he came out was to make him completely obey Yang Ling's dispatch.

Now a group of China's most powerful desert special forces have become nannies, standing stupidly in the desert where birds don't under the scorching sun, not only to take care of a group of unarmed people, but also to always pay attention to a nonsensical plant that has not yet grown, which makes Xiao Yulong very unhappy, but he dare not carry out the order.

Yang Ling returned to the city a few minutes after leaving, and then took the train straight to Wuqi City, checked the plane ticket on the way, and found that there was no remaining ticket that day, so he had to ask Guo Peng for help, and soon the ticket was completed, Yang Ling also prayed apologetically in his heart, I don't know which unlucky ghost was occupied by himself again.

It was already past nine o'clock in the evening when I returned to Chang'an.

Yang Ling was lying comfortably in the bathtub soaking, turning on his mobile phone and listening to songs with his eyes closed. Just when he was drowsy, the phone suddenly rang, and when he picked it up, he saw that it was Gao Wenfeng calling.

"Hey, third child, why did you think of calling me?" Yang Ling said with his eyes half-closed.

"Look at the news, something big has happened!" Gao Wenfeng exclaimed excitedly.

"What excites you like this? Could it be that you like to be a father?" Yang Ling asked inexplicably.

"Haha~! Little Japan's Yasukuni Shrine was bombed, just ten minutes ago!" Gao Wenfeng didn't pay attention to Yang Ling's joke at all, but laughed and said.

"What?" Yang Ling sat up suddenly, the phone in his hand almost fell into the water, and he didn't bother to continue to listen to what Gao Wenfeng was saying, so he immediately hung up the phone and opened the news client.

Sure enough, the headline at the top was the news of the bombing of the Yasukuni Shrine in Japan, and the photos distributed showed a scene of being bombed, and there were also some mobile phone videos, all taken from all directions, the huge hill was almost flattened, a large number of houses collapsed, and smoke was billowing everywhere, and the chaos at the scene was simply indescribable.

"Haha~!chok~die!" Yang Ling couldn't help laughing excitedly, clenched his fists and waved them a few times in the air, **** Little Japan has finally been retributed, it seems that Oda Yukiko really lived up to his expectations and completed this task perfectly.

Yang Ling quickly dried his body, ran into the living room with his pants on, and turned on the TV, this kind of thing is more pleasing to the eye by watching TV and live broadcasts.

And almost at the same time, the Internet was completely upset by this incident, and the news group was also jubilant, and many people began to send red envelopes to celebrate this event that made all Chinese happy.

The Yasukuni Shrine, like a thorn stuck in the throat of the Chinese, has been pulled out for decades, and it is so comfortable that it is beyond words, Chinese netizens began to celebrate lively, North Korea also joined in the fun, the supreme leader of the Workers' Party announced that all factories and schools in North Korea would be closed for a day off, but other countries and governments have remained silent, including the Chinese government, it seems that they are waiting for the development of subsequent events, waiting for the cause, waiting for the results of the investigation on the Japanese side.

But these have nothing to do with him at all, they are done by Japan's own people, their own people, and their own people, and they have to say important things three times.

The phone rang, and after he connected it, Ding Cong's excited voice came.

"Haha~, second, come out and drink~!"

"Okay! right away!" Yang Ling stopped watching TV, stood up and put on his pants and shirt randomly, and then went out with his car keys.

Crowds of people began to appear on the streets, some people began to set off firecrackers, and a large number of people began to gather in squares, teahouses, restaurants and other places.

When Yang Ling found Ding Cong at a food stall, he and Gao Wenfeng were already sitting at the small table drinking beer, and people were coming in groups one after another, shouting at the boss for beer and snacks, and the discussions in their mouths were all about the Yasukuni Shrine.

And the owner of the stall also lost no time in taking out a loudspeaker used by a waste collector and shouting: "In order to celebrate the bombing of the Yasukuni Shrine in small Japan, tonight in our store will spend 100 and 6 discounts, and 200 and 5 percent off, and I will be happy to make no money today."

The people around followed suit, and the scene became more lively!

Yang Ling wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and just sat down, Yu Qiang, Fu Longdong, and Dou Yuntao came over with the four old Chu Yuan one after another. (To be continued.) )