The heat is as if you are baking on a carbon stove. Although the air conditioner in the cafe is still blowing, Zheng Yong feels that the heat is radiating from the depths of his heart. He thought about it. I have thought about my own goals and responsibilities, but I never thought about my identity, let alone what I would do if one day I was also involved.
But Jiang Minghao in front of him, with his duties and mission, told him very well what he should do as a soldier, a policeman, or a public servant. Zheng Yong wiped the sweat from his forehead, as if he was also in his heart. So he was liberated, and suddenly replied with a relaxed face:
"Okay! Jiang Minghao, I promise you this bet, what is the bet?"
"Bet? You have the final say on the bet!" Jiang Minghao said lightly. For him, whether he wins or loses, the price is a life. If he wins, he will have nothing but his own body, so what's wrong? Willing? Of course, if he loses, the price is just death, but for the lives of other people, Jiang Minghao feels that he has earned it, because he really doesn't want to hurt anyone.
"Okay, I have the final say on the bet. If I win, you invite me to drink, and if I lose, I invite you to drink, how about it?"
"Yes!" Seeing Zheng Yong's boldness, Jiang Minghao's face showed a trace of joy. This is a soldier, this is the soul of the army, even if it is experienced with swords and swords, artillery fire, life and death, when everything is calm, just a few cups full of fierceness Wine can throw away all the sufferings experienced.
Unexpectedly, when Jiang Minghao agreed, Zheng Yong suddenly touched the police badge in his pocket with his right hand, and said lightly:
"Since putting on this police uniform, I have never had a drop of wine. If I really win, I will make an exception and drink with you." Zheng Yong said softly with a smile, as if he had found the old Tieying The military life at the bonfire was so refreshing, that charcoal-like face suddenly grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth and said:
"I can drink half a catty with you, at least two catties."
Unexpectedly, Jiang Minghao looked at him and said solemnly: "I drink two or two, but I drink with you and give up my life."
"Brother Hao!" When Wei Debing bandaged the wound on his back, he suddenly interrupted when he heard the conversation between Jiang Minghao and Zheng Yong:
"Didn't you warn us that alcohol will paralyze our nervous system, affect the rate of reaction, and it is very likely that it will kill us on the battlefield? Why do you still drink?"
Hearing Wei Debing’s questioning, Jiang Minghao and Zheng Yong were both taken aback. They looked at Wei Debing’s ignorant face, and then they laughed at each other. Wei Debing looked at Zheng Yong while shaking his head and walked out of the cafe. He scratched the back of his head suspiciously and said:
"Brother Hao, what are you laughing at?"
Jiang Minghao didn't answer him, because for the current self, even though he has recovered a little sense and can even move his right hand a few times, he is already satisfied, but for a soldier, this is completely disabled, let alone. Excellent special operations soldiers, his body is full of holes, so why are you afraid that a little alcohol paralysis will make you lose your life on the battlefield? Perhaps as long as he can get Jiang Minghao onto the battlefield and keep himself fighting, he will already be very happy.
As for Zheng Yong, for him, this big world is a chaotic world. He tried his best to reach the outer circle and the inner circle, to comply with various forces and embarrassments, and to try his courage, in order to achieve his own duties and missions. Now, after talking with Jiang Minghao, he seems to be released from the cage and shackles. He misses the military camp’s Jin Ge and Iron Horse so much that he talks and laughs so much. Perhaps only by toasting with his comrades can Zheng Yong truly feel that he is alive. I feel that I am still a soldier with blood and iron guts.
"Little soldier, Xiaotian may already be in their hands."
"Huh?" When Wei Debing heard Jiang Minghao's sudden sentence, he was taken aback for a moment, and he didn't care about putting on clothes. He immediately squatted down and asked anxiously:
"Brother Hao, it's true? How do you know that Brother Hao was arrested? Isn't he with Xiao Dan? Does Xiao Dan really have a problem? Also, I see Xiao Dan's fragile appearance, how can it not look A killer gangster?"
Hearing Wei Debing’s problem like a machine gun, Jiang Minghao didn’t feel a bit disgusted. He knew that Wei Debing, like himself, was concerned about Wu Tian’s safety. How could he care for Wu Tian but he was not like Wei Debing. In this way, Jiang Minghao is very clear about his identity and his position in their hearts. If he was intact before, he could be regarded as a strong commander for charging and attacking. He not only possesses the courage and courage of a forward. Combat power, and even possess the commanding ability and strategy like a commander, but now, Jiang Minghao only has the latter, so he must calm down, because he is the backbone of Wei Debing, Jiang Minghao took a deep breath and said softly:
"This cowhide envelope says very clearly that if I allow the military and police to participate, he will make me lose my most precious things. I am Jiang Minghao disabled. Except for your brothers, I have nothing else. Therefore, the other party must They arrested Wu Tian and wanted to force me to submit, so that I would accept this game obediently and become his prey."
"hiss······"
Weidebing drew a breath of air, perhaps because of excitement, which affected the wound on his back, perhaps because of the cruelty of the enemy. He sat on the ground helplessly, stroking the falcon wing saber in his hand. This is a handsome knife, Weidebing He felt his soul and courage seemed to be deeply fused with this knife, especially the scene before his death, as if it were a projector, repeating reincarnation in Wei Debing’s dream every night, making him feel like a knife. He woke up painfully from his sleep time and time again, he would never allow himself to lose any brother.
"Brother Hao, can you guess who this person is?"
Jiang Minghao pointed to the Chinese cigarette on the ground and motioned to Wei Debing to help him pick it up. When he took the squashed cigarette case that Wei Debing handed over, he opened it with the strength of his right hand and then gently pulled out a cigarette and held it in his mouth. Inside, he tucked the squashed cigarette case into his breast pocket, lit the cigarette beside his mouth, and took a fiercely inhaled, as if the cigarette was the medium of spiritual communication between him and Wu Tian, his right hand was smoking After finishing this puff, he suddenly squeezed the lit cigarette into the palm of his hand.
"Hey..."
It was the burning sound of a hot cigarette butt touching the skin, as if a red soldering iron was attached to a person’s heart. It made people feel terrified. However, Jiang Minghao didn’t have the slightest pain on his face, but rather a look on his face. Perseverance, as if this hot cigarette butt completely released his inner anger.
"The opponent should be a soldier, and a special soldier." Jiang Minghao said fiercely:
"This kind of hunting behavior is a method often used by special soldiers. If you guessed correctly, it should be Zhao Ritian's ghost team." Jiang Minghao said as he squeezed his tightly held right hand tightly. The joints were white, and even trembling involuntarily, as if gathering all the anger on his only right hand.
"Brother Hao, should we tell Commander Long?"
Wei Debing reluctantly suggested to Jiang Minghao that he knew his strength very well. In the face of such special soldiers, apart from the intact Jiang Minghao and the missing Liu Wei, he and Wu Tian are not opponents of these special soldiers at all, so he also acquiesced. The fact that Wu Tian was caught.
"No!" Jiang Minghao gently loosened his right hand, twisting it a little bit, pinching out the tobacco that had been twisted out and sprinkled on the ground bit by bit, as if it was a piece of the enemy's corpse. Jiang Minghao suddenly raised his head and said:
"This is a personal matter between us. If you tell Commander Long, it means that we are united with the military. Then Wu Tian is in danger. If we don't have conclusive evidence, I believe these people must have a way to get from the Dragon Kingdom. Escaped from the territory of China, which is why I asked Zheng Yong to investigate in his own name."
As Jiang Minghao said, he paused suddenly and took a deep breath, as if he was deliberately calming himself down, but the anger in his heart seemed to fill his body with blood vessels in his body. He suddenly gritted his teeth and said:
"Dare to move my brother, I will let you die without a place to bury you."
Hearing Jiang Minghao’s words, Wei Debing couldn’t help but tremble. It was exactly the same as Wu Tian said when he was in Goose Country. He finally understood that, in fact, a few of their brothers were already completely fettered by this deep feeling, even if they were. No matter how big a contradiction is, no matter how big a dispute, it will be like the ice under the warm sun, slowly dissolving, and finally blending into the ocean, because they have something in common, this kind of thing is called the soul of the army, because of it, their brothers are firmly bound. Together.
"But Brother Hao, we don't have the slightest understanding of Guichi Squad. We don't even know how many of them are. Where should we start?" Although Wei Debing was also full of anger, he still raised questions in his heart.
"Little soldier, did you catch a sparrow when you were a kid?"
"Sparrow?" Hearing Jiang Minghao's words, Wei Debing looked at each other with a puzzled look: "No, although I am in a rural area, I am more residential, and my parents won't let me play these things. Besides studying, I study every day.
Jiang Minghao smiled and continued: "In my hometown, I often use a small stick tied with a rope to prop up a bamboo drain, and then sprinkle some wheat under the bamboo drain to attract the sparrows, but when they When I saw the bamboo leak, I seemed to know that it was a trap, so I wouldn't come over.” Jiang Minghao said as he looked towards his home outside the window, as if he was reminiscing about his childhood happiness, he paused and continued:
"Later, my grandfather taught me to sprinkle some wheat outside the bamboo drain and lay it out in irregular routes, and slowly guide them to go under the bamboo drain. When the sparrows saw the food outside the bamboo drain, they began to think about food. , But the irregular trajectory caused them to turn left and right in the process of searching for food, and gradually lost their direction. When they walked under the bamboo drain, they seemed to have completely forgotten the trap above their heads, and I was hiding not far away. , As soon as the rope was pulled, Zhu Lei caught the sparrow."
As Jiang Minghao said, there was a childlike smile on his face, as if he was reminiscing about a good childhood, because this was the only fun memory in his childhood memory, apart from training.
"Brother Hao, do you mean that we are now the sparrow that is about to be covered by bamboo leaks?" Wei Debing looked at Jiang Minghao and said lightly, as if he had already put his own life and death out of the question.
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