Looking at the old man in the picture, Hou Dasheng fell into silence at first. After a while, he whispered: "I thought you wouldn't be so energetic even if you didn't leave the world. After all... it's been many years."

"Yes! More than sixty years have passed, and even when you enter Grozny again, I have no plans to meet you." The old man smiled slightly and said softly: "What I didn't expect was that we would meet here in this way."

Looking at the old man, Hou Dasheng sighed softly: "In recent years... we have always wanted to contact you. Maybe the help we can give you is limited, but after all, we want to do our best to you. But we can't find you, so..."

"It's me who keeps hiding from you, because I don't think there is no need for everyone to meet." The old man looked at Hou Dasheng with a smile and said softly: "I just didn't expect that the lame wolf chose you as the current leader of the jackal. In my opinion, his vision is still good!"

Hou Dasheng lowered his head and didn't say anything. The old man smiled and said, "Okay, we'll meet too. You can talk about the past later. Let's talk about it now! What are your plans this time?! What you said is about Moscow. What's going on?"

He slowly leaned his body on the chair, made himself feel a little more comfortable, and then said softly: "We are in trouble this time. Maybe you already know."

"Know a little." The old man's face full of old man spots had a smile: "The disaster that was laid back then has now occurred. It is normal for those people to come back to cause trouble for you. And... Originally, jackals were not kind species. There is no surprise today."

Hou Dasheng could only smile bitterly when he heard this. The old man was right. Which mercenary group is not an enemy all over the world?! It’s just that some enemies died before they could seek revenge on you. Some were thinking about it over and over again, and it was difficult to seek revenge on you, so they gave up.

There are still some who don’t know that you are his enemy at all. When you meet on the battlefield, no one can tell the opponent directly: Brother, who is here to fuck you! Many times, after all, you don’t know who the opponent is on your opposite side.

After all, mercenary groups of this class can be mixed with jackals, hell scythes, etc. are a minority. Most mercenary groups are reluctant to spend a lot of money to buy intelligence at the service station. At most, they will take some tasks from there, collect money and leave after the bid.

If they have the money to buy intelligence, they think it is better to give their brothers more money. The unscrupulous team leader doesn't even care how many people below die. After they die, they will just recruit people. There will never be few people who eat the knife.

There are countless people who are willing to become cannon fodder for money. Training camps like Xueshan train primary cannon fodder. The soldiers of professional retired special combat troops from major countries are the backbone of them. If necessary, spend money to find the right person. You can even collect at least 5,000 combat troops overnight.

When they were in Iraq, they encountered this group of people. The fight was cruel. From some levels, they were much more dedicated than the Iraqi army. At least after they collected the money, they were indeed fighting. Of course, they would withdraw if they could not continue.

After all, this is making money, not for the Middle East strongman to fight to the death. If he dies on the battlefield, he can only be considered unlucky.

"What we have..." Hou Dasheng looked at the old man and whispered: "It's about Kiev."

The smile on the old man's face gradually faded away when he heard this, and then he became solemn: "So... they can't wait to try our quality?! This came faster than we expected. I originally thought they would delay the time. After all, Iraq has just finished fighting..."

As he said that, the old man smiled bitterly: "Yes, their current abilities can fully support them in launching battles in several directions. Moreover, the style of doing things this time is probably the same as their way in Grozny, and they will not come forward in person."

"Maybe...better than that." Hou Dasheng sighed slightly and looked at the old man: "The technique they used was probably the same as that of the Soviet Union."

When talking about the Soviet Union, the old man's pupils shrank suddenly. The smile on his face disappeared in an instant. His eyes suddenly turned a little red. Suddenly, the old man on the picture became murderous. Hou Dasheng sighed slightly in his heart. They had no way to give up these things.

"It's time to tell you some things." The old man's voice was a little low: "After all, we were all jackals. Although we have not been a jackal for a long time. If the Soviet Union still existed, I wouldn't tell you this. But now..."

After a pause, the old man looked at Hou Dasheng: "Before the Soviet Union completely disappeared, we knew that everything could not be saved. We tried our best to constrain everything in our hands. In this regard... the bagpipe also helped a lot. So, we owe him."

The bagpipe was the leader of the jackal before the giant wolf. He died in Grozny. The old man's turbid eyes gradually dissipated. Finally, some calmness recovered. The old man looked at Hou Dasheng and continued: "I paid some price and made some damn maggots profit enough. But we finally saved enough strength."

"It's hard to get back! This is the state we were facing at that time..." The old man's voice was very low: "But helplessly, our public opinion position was completely lost. We have to admit that the country on the other side of the ocean played more finely than us. People are more willing to believe them..."

Hou Dasheng's face was a little unfavorable, but in fact, China now has similar problems. It has to be admitted that the country on the other side of the ocean does have an incomparable advantage in this regard. However, the old man showed a hint of sadness: "It can be seen that the most crowded people are indeed idiots. If the Soviet Union dies, can they get benefits?!"

If you can't get it, history has proved this.

"We need to wait for the opportunity. We wait for these people to truly see what the country on the other side of the ocean and the idiots who came to power will make this country look like. Only then can we let them deeply understand what the consequences would be without the Soviet Union."

The old man said, with a smile on his face: "Although we cannot restore the Soviet Union, at least Slav will not be destroyed. In time, we can still compete with the country on the other side of the ocean!"
Chapter completed!