Hou Dasheng watched the sunset sinking westward in the desert, and couldn't help but chant the ancient poem in his heart: The lonely smoke in the desert is straight, and the sun sets in the long river is round. When I meet Hou cavalry in Xiaoguan, I protect Yanran. The lonely smoke in the desert is indeed straight, especially when there is no wind.

Hou Dasheng could see a trace of smoke rising from the city. No matter how many people died or who were injured, life had to continue. People had to eat. The war has been going on here for several years, and everyone has gradually become accustomed to dying day by day. After seeing too much, you will understand one thing: nothing is more important than living.

If you live, you will live well. If you have to die, there is nothing you can do. The hound found a table from somewhere, and there was a clean tablecloth on it. The simple tea set brought from Lu Song's warehouse was placed on the table.

Hou Dasheng was quietly brewing tea by the tea table. I have to say that this old guy Lu Song is also a enjoyable guy. The environment here is dry and there are fewer fruits and vegetables. Most of the things Lu Song prepared for him were Pu'er. Hou Dasheng drank it, which was a portable Pu'er made into small beads.

These are all Shengpu, and Hou Dasheng will know that they are all ancient tree tea. They taste the tea and sit on a chair. Hou Dasheng even felt in a trance that he was not on the battlefield but in the motherland. It was almost rare to see so leisurely on the battlefield.

The hunting dog was quietly behind Hou Dasheng, still looking silent. Soon, a team member delivered dinner. Naturally, there would be no good food here. The supplies that Hou Dasheng and the others brought with them would not bring any good food.

Fortunately, there were still some meat and vegetables in the city, so I asked someone to go over and get some back. Hou Dasheng could at least have a pretty good hot meal. This was very good on the battlefield. The dish was very simple, it was mutton, and then naan bread and some vegetables.

He wrapped these randomly in the naan bread, and Hou Dasheng finished a piece of naan bread in a few seconds. Then, he continued to sit upright with the tea. He did not advise the hunting dog to go to eat first, and the hunting dog would eat nothing while performing the mission. He would focus all his energy on the task alert.

Just as the sunset was about to sink all into the sand dunes, a ray of smoke rose from afar. Hou Dasheng narrowed his eyes and watched the smoke and dust approach from afar. When the smoke and dust revealed his true face - the convoy, Hou Dasheng's mouth outlined a smile.

Soon, the convoy stopped far away in front of the camp. Hou Dasheng did not look back, but turned his head: "Hunter, let's take them over."

"Yes!" The hunting dog pressed the throat and whispered a little. Then he saw someone driving an all-terrain vehicle slowly heading towards the convoy. Under the guidance of the all-terrain vehicle, they quickly entered the range of the jackal camp. But they did not directly enter the jackal camp.

On the periphery, they were stopped. After getting off the car, the old man with only one bald head got out of the car and looked around. But he saw him whispering a command, and then two people stood up and walked towards the core area of ​​the camp under his guidance.

Hou Dasheng narrowed his eyes and watched the bald old man coming from a distance. He was a veteran.

A veteran is a veteran. Whenever he sees him, two words will appear in his mind involuntarily: Veteran. He is really a veteran, and he is a veteran. Everything about him, from his appearance to his clothes, and then every step he takes, silently interprets one thing: He is a veteran. He is a complete, complete veteran.

The two people following the veteran were silent like a mountain. They pressed the weapons in their hands and observed the surroundings vigilantly. The muscles under their camouflage uniforms were obviously in a state of bursting at any time. This is a camp full of jackals.

There are dangers everywhere here, and it can even be said to be murderous intent on all sides. If it weren't for the persistence and orders of the veterans, they would never allow the veterans to step into this area. As they penetrated into the camp, this sense of crisis became stronger and stronger. They felt like they had fallen into a community of jackals.

The eyes around them were filled with no emotion, and they looked at their prey and kept sweeping back and forth. These eyes were visible and hidden. They were sure that at least more than ten sniper rifles were aiming at them now.

Every step they took, they felt extremely difficult. Their breathing was gradually heavier. Finally, they saw the man in front of the tea table under the sunset. They had never seen this man, but this did not prevent them from deciding that this man was the leader here.

Because, they noticed that the eyes swept towards them suddenly condensed as they approached the tea table. It seemed like a sharp sword, stabbing in substance. But this feeling quickly dissipated. Until the veteran slowly sat down in front of the man under the guidance of a member of the jackal.

"Cook? The mad dog is even more mad dog than him." The veteran sat down, like a big bell, steady and motionless. He looked at Hou Dasheng and said word by word: "Young man, it really looks crazy!"
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