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Ouyang looked at the number and said with a smile: "Old Xie, your old friend Han Jianguo has arrived." ”

The old general said with a smile: "In the battle of crossing the river, my shot hit the clearing, hehe, I want to see what Han Da stick will look like fifty years later." ”

Han Jianguo's car came to Longhai, he turned around, looked at the bodyguards behind him and said, "You all wait here, someone will pick me up." ”

Han Jianguo dialed Ouyang Zhiyuan's phone.

"Zhiyuan, I've arrived. ”

"Han Lao, don't turn your car, drive forward, until the Minzu Hotel at the end of Longtou Road, the Tianxiangtai Hall on the second floor, we will arrive immediately. ”

The room at the Minzu Hotel, Ouyang Zhiyuan had already booked it. The restaurant was clean and quiet, and it was a great place to have a drink and a conversation.

"Okay, Zhiyuan, we'll see you later. ”

Han Jianguo left his bodyguards in the suburbs of Longhai, and the driver drove straight to the Minzu Hotel.

Ouyang Zhiyuan They were close to the Minzu Hotel, Ouyang Zhiyuan took the old general's bulletproof car, the speed was extremely fast, and they soon arrived at the Minzu Hotel.

The two were led by the waiter to the Planetarium Hall on the second floor.

The whole observatory is simple and elegantly decorated, clean and beautiful.

The old general and Ouyang Zhiyuan ordered good food and wine, and Ouyang Zhiyuan looked at Xie Lao and said, "I'll go to greet Han Lao." ”

The old general nodded, and Ouyang Zhiyuan walked downstairs.

As soon as Han Jianguo's car arrived at the Minzu Hotel, he saw Ouyang Zhiyuan standing outside the hall waiting.

"Zhiyuan, I'm here, is Xie Cannon here?"

Han Jianguo stepped out of the car and looked at Ouyang Zhiyuan with a smile.

"Hehe, Old Han, Old Xie is waiting for you at the Planetarium. ”

When Han Jianguo heard this, he couldn't help jumping wildly in his heart, Xie Cannon, we haven't seen each other for fifty years, hehe, are you okay?

In the battle of crossing the river, you let me go once, and I, Han Jianguo, remembered it in my heart and did not forget it. Now, we're about to meet, are you still so hot-tempered?

Han Jianguo followed Ouyang Zhiyuan to the planetarium on the second floor.

The old general Xie Desheng sat quietly on the sofa, his heart fluctuating, and his heart was also excited. There are almost no people who can recall with themselves the kind of horses that galloped, swords brandished, and charged, and many have already left.

Recently, I am always reminiscing about the past, recalling the Jin Ge Iron Horse in the past, recalling the sacrificed comrades-in-arms, their voices and smiles can still appear clearly in my mind.

Isn't it true that the elderly like to reminisce about the past? Are you old? This year's World Special Forces Competition, you must personally lead the team to participate in this competition.

In the hallway, footsteps could be heard.

The old general knew that Han Jianguo had arrived, and this Han big stick had finally come. The old general's mind began to imagine what Han Da Stick looked like now?

When the two first started to cooperate, they were not convinced by each other, and then the two of them climbed Tianzhu Peak in order to distinguish the superiority, and they actually lost for a second, haha, but later, when attacking the kamikaze special team of devils, they cut off the heads of 36 devils in a row, and as a result, they cut off the heads of one more devil than Han Da Stick.

What kind of bird ability is climbing Tianzhu Peak? Hahaha, if you want to compete, you have to compare real skills, on the battlefield, the competition of real knives and real guns, hehe, that is the actual battle, on the battlefield, Lao Tzu won.

The last game was the battle of crossing the river.

Han Da's special combat team, in the fight with the devil, is still okay, but compared with the blade special combat team led by himself, it is a grass chicken.

As soon as the two sides came into contact, Han Da's special combat team was defeated and fled in embarrassment.

At that time, the hearts of the Kuomintang had already dispersed, and as soon as the hearts of the people were scattered, it would be difficult to lead the ranks, and there was no combat effectiveness at all. Xie Desheng's muzzle was aimed at Han Da's head, but when he pulled the trigger, the muzzle of the gun was deflected to the side.

As soon as the muzzle of the gun was deflected, there was a meeting again today, fifty years later.

The footsteps are near, hehe, the footsteps of this old guy are still so sonorous and powerful, there is no sound of dragging, but the rhythm is a little rushed. This old thing, it's still so tough.

As the footsteps approached, the old general's heartbeat gradually accelerated.

Five-meter ...... Four-meter ...... Three-meter ...... One meter ......

A tall white-haired old man stepped into the door and stood there straight, like a sharp javelin.

The old general looked at Han Jianguo, who was standing in the middle of the door, and was so excited that he couldn't speak.

Fifty years have passed, and the old thing's face is no longer the red and square face of the past, but a slightly thin long face, and there is a familiar and friendly look in the eyes.

This old thing, his eyes are still so bright, blazing, with a touch of wildness and arrogance that no one is convinced, just like a cheetah in a big forest, ready to bite at any time.

It's just that his hair has turned white, and the ruthless years have carved one vicissitudes after another on his face.

This old thing, there is a pair of gold-wire glasses on the bridge of his nose, and he still pretends to be Sven when he is old.

When Han Jianguo walked upstairs, his steps were a little short, and his breathing was slowly picking up.

Fifty years have passed, how many fifty years can there be in a person's life? I don't know, what has become of Xie Dacang now? Is he still so unruly? Is he still so domineering and unreasonable?

In his life, the most unconvincing thing is this Han cannon, but what he admires the most is this old guy.

In order to ensure the victory of the Battle of Taierzhuang, the two special operations forces joined forces and set up an ambush under Tianzhu Peak to prepare to ambush the reinforcement kamikaze special combat team of the Banheng Division.

The two special combat teams are the most elite troops, the aces of the trump cards, and the elite of the elites.

As soon as the two troops met, they were not convinced by each other, and the equipment of Han Da's stick unit was extremely sophisticated, all American-style equipment, and a lot of advanced equipment, and the soldiers on Xie Desheng's side had never seen it at all. Therefore, Han Da's special combat team members looked down on Xie Desheng's soldiers at all, jokingly calling them "dirt eight roads".

But Xie Desheng's special combat team is the 115th Division of the Eighth Route Army, and the soldiers personally selected by General Luo Rongheng, each soldier's military skills are one in a hundred.

Both sides were not convinced, and the next thing was to have a big competition in the deep valley.

Compare marksmanship, knife skills, tactics, and perseverance.

After a competition, there was no winner or loser. This made the national army on Han Da's side puzzled, the other party was full of vegetables, eating soybeans, fried noodles and corn particles, and the equipment was even inferior, the grenade was still a long-handled grenade made of home, and the blocker's blocking rifle didn't even have a scope, and he could penetrate Yang in a hundred steps, and he didn't distinguish between victory and defeat. Especially in the competition of fighting bayonets, as soon as they picked up the gun, they screamed wildly, as if they were crazy, and the bayonets flashed cold, and they stabbed more than 100 thorns at the soldiers on their side, causing the soldiers on this side to turn around and run, afraid that the cold spear of the other party would really pierce their chest.

The two games have won and lost each other, and finally meet and see you on the battlefield.

In the battle of the kamikaze special combat team of the ambush Banheng Division, Han Da Stick finally convinced the troops of Xie Artillery. Their powerful momentum that is not afraid of death at all scares through the bitter courage of the little devils.

If it weren't for Xie Artillery's troops uniting with him, his own special combat team would definitely be wiped out. In the battle, it was the soldiers of Xie Cannon who used their own flesh and blood to block the devil's bayonet, and his own troops had the opportunity to inflict heavy damage on the kamikaze special combat team.

When the devils of the kamikaze special forces saw the Chinese rushing over with bayonets, they smiled, and their smiling faces contained disdain and contempt.

Fighting bayonets is their forte. These little devils, since childhood, have practiced stabbing with bayonets, plus their 38 big cover gun body is very long, bayonet is also long, although these dirt eight roads are strong, but their gun body is short, when their bayonet has not reached their chest, their own 38 big cover spear stab, will poke into their chest.

But when these dirty yellow coarse cloths just fought with them, these devils were wrong, these dirt eight roads actually held a gun in one hand, and with the other hand, they pulled out the big frightening blade on their backs.

The sword light flashed, and with a click, the opponent's big blade cut off its own spear stab, and then with a swipe of the knife, the devil's head flew up.

Fighting bayonets is not the strong point of Han Da's stick troops, but they hide behind the Eighth Route Army, and their marksmanship in conducting point fire is extremely accurate, almost grabbing one at a time.

Han Da Stick and Xie Desheng, each of them with a large war knife like a small guillotine, screamed wildly, rushed towards the devil, the knife flashed, and in the blood light, the devil's bayonet, hands and head flew into the air.

In this battle, more than 100 devils of the kamikaze special forces were wiped out and returned to their hometowns, and none of them ran away.

Xie Desheng cut off the heads of 36 devils, and Han Jianguo cut off the heads of 35 devils. Shedding wins.

Thinking of this, Han Jianguo couldn't help but be full of pride and enthusiasm. His pace quickened, and he strode into the hall of the planetarium.

An old man with gray hair sat quietly on the sofa, like a mountain, his deep eyes, revealing a trace of joy and excitement, looking at himself, his eyebrows and lips trembling slightly.

That weather-beaten face still faintly flashed the traces of youth.

Xie Cannon, although Xie Dacang became almost unrecognizable, the unruly and profound look in those eyes will never be forgotten.

The old general stood up tremblingly, and the eyes of both were moist.

"Haha, Xie Cannon, you're not dead yet, do you want to be the eighth turtle king?"

"Haha, Han Dabang, you are still so cool, you even wear a pair of broken gold eyes, the moment you met me back then, you deliberately stood beside me, and used your yellow tweed army coat to deliberately chill my cotton jacket. ”

Fifty years later, the first thing the two said when they met was to ridicule each other.

But the tears of excitement in the eyes of the two finally fell.

The two hugged each other tightly and punched each other hard.

It's been fifty years, and in the blink of an eye!

A person's life is like a white horse passing through a gap, turning into dust in the blink of an eye, and no one could have imagined that the two would be able to meet again in fifty years.

The two laughed and looked at each other, sat at the table hand in hand, looked at each other, and were speechless for a long time.

We're all old.