Mixed Miners

"What are you doing?"

Suddenly a harsh scream came from behind Yang Ling.

The ensign of a spirit is immediately upright. "Report, when we routinely checked, these people were sneaky, using fake passports, and this person also snatched the weapons that destroyed us..."

"Oh, I have eaten the ambition of the leopard, dare to be old..."

Yang Ling’s face showed a slight smile and turned, and he saw a burly man with a sturdy body. The men in the uniforms of the majors walked over, and behind him, he followed several soldiers with guns.

"Ah~!" Zhao Fanlong's words have not been finished, suddenly saw Yang Ling turned around, his mouth is so big that he can stuff two big duck eggs, and immediately rushed into the stomach.

In this world, no one can be a bird. Even if it is the order of the superior leader, he really has to cross the line or not, and the superior will never treat him with the rules of disobeying orders. There is no punishment for him, because he still has a lieutenant general, and is now in the central sequence of real power.

But in front of this young man who seems to be harmless to humans and animals, he did not dare to offend at all. He even said that he couldn’t get enough of his thighs. He just had to catch his boat. According to his grandfather, the future glory is just around the corner.

Soldiers who don't want to be generals are not good soldiers.

Zhao Fanlong now not only wants to be a general, but also wants to be a general who is different, and this desire is closely related to the young, disrespectful man in front of him. As long as he is willing, he may be able to step into the sky and become secret. The leader of the super special forces formed.

"Uncle Yang, how come you!" Zhao Fanlong changed his face faster than flipping the book. The cool face suddenly became very pleasant, and he swooped in a few steps.

Hey~!

Yang Ling originally smiled and reached out to prepare for a more formal meeting. After all, this is a border guard. There are many soldiers and even international friends around, but the obvious guys did not follow the rules. Yang Ling feels that his eyes are being ' Yang Shushu's three words rushed out and made a long stretch. He shook and took back his palm and touched it on his face. Is Laozi so old?

Uncle Yang~!

A group of soldiers armed with rifles gathered collectively petrochemicals. The lieutenant's pistol didn't hold it and slammed into the ground.

If they feel that they have misunderstood, they are absolutely not mistaken.

The battalion commander who looks cool to the **** all day long looks at the young man’s eyes. It is such a gentle and warm and full of respect. If he has a tail, he must shake it.

The second lieutenant quickly reacted and quickly gestured. A group of soldiers also sneaked away the guns with great gaze. The eyebrows squinted and stood in a row.

"Uncle Yang, the weather is hot, go to the barracks and eat a few pieces of watermelon to suppress the sweat!"

Zhao Fanlong apparently ignored the situation around him. He was very enthusiastic about Yang Ling’s arm and went to the barracks. He walked and said, “The last time the emperor was a different, there was more than a month. Grandpa let me specialize. I went to Changan to see you, and I didn’t touch it. I didn’t expect to encounter it today in this place where the bird is not pulling. The fate is really fate...”

Yang Ling suddenly changed the image of this guy in his mind. Is this the guy who smashed the nose and face of the rabbit in the emperor's courtyard? It’s just a talk!

The soldiers who followed Zhao Fanlong clearly looked very good. They led Dou Yuntao and the stick and others to follow and walked to the barracks.

And the younger man looked at the back of a group of people, and constantly wiped his sweat on his forehead, and bent down to pick up his pistol.

Nima, today, this face is a big loss, and I lost my gun before my hand.

......

Because Daluo 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.

A group of people sat in front of a table, and everyone held a big watermelon to eat.

At this time, all the talents are really letting go, and Yang Ling is relieved that he has finally gotten out of this group except for Dou Yuntao.

And Dou Yuntao and several other friends who have come back from the ghost gates have really had a kind of moving and hurting.

It’s not easy, almost hangs.

Therefore, sitting in the barracks of the Chinese people’s own troops, they are excited.

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

After eating watermelon, and then eating again, the army's rice is not delicious, but the weight is absolutely enough, and the large potted pot of leeks has a large table.

Although Yang Ling is not hungry, he is still very refreshed to experience the food of the troops. After eating, he is also full of praise.

And Dou Yuntao, they are like a group of criminals who have just been released in the hungry prison, including two women, all of them are eating and drinking, they simply can’t stop, and the two foreigners are even more ferocious. The head was buried in the vegetable pot for ten minutes without lifting it up.

Yang Ling tasted a few mouthfuls and put down the chopsticks. Looking at a pair of foreigners, I was worried that I had done a useless work. It was hard to save and I was killed.

This meal is coming soon. Yang Ling and Zhao Fanlong haven’t said a few words. In less than twenty minutes, several people have no image, they are full of eyes, and they are lying on the chair, a standard. The image of the capital city.

Standing at the entrance of the canteen in the barracks, Zhao Fanlong looked back at Dou Yuntao and several of them ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Some doubts asked: "Yang Shu..."

As a result, Yang Lingqi’s eyes were interrupted before he finished speaking.

"Is it so old?" Yang Ling pointed at his nose with an angry look. He smacked a few times. "After calling Yang Ling, you should feel embarrassed and call Yang Ge."

Zhao Fanlong immediately went from good to good. "Yang Ge, what are you doing in Myanmar? Are these friends? Are you so hungry for several years?"

Yang Ling thought about it for a moment, but said nothing about it, but said that they went to travel in the ghost village of Thailand and was killed by a local person. They also killed the caves excavated by the Japanese during World War II. It’s all about human bones.

The ghost village is very desolate, and it is very strange in the eyes of the locals. Moreover, the poisonous insects are everywhere, and the rumors of constant disappearance and haunting all the year round. In the next few years, no one will find the cave.

Through Zhao Fanlong’s mouth, this matter may be taken to the top, and then become another blood debt on the Japanese. After all, the current Myanmar government’s relationship with China is no longer so close to the world in the 1970s and 1980s. And direct. (To be continued.)