The squadron leader was hesitant at first. He was afraid that these special forces had no actual combat experience. He was relieved when he learned that they were all special forces fighting on the front line with blood on their hands.
It is a good thing to have assistance, so I am afraid that there is no experience in the assistance.
The two groups of troops marched towards the far north, and the captive Ye Jian, Weaver Bird, and White Crane also continued to move forward. The scenery on both sides became more and more desolate, and finally...there was no way.
When the car finally stopped, the taxi driver took a pistol from his arms and pointed it at the white crane sitting in the passenger seat. His ferocious eyes were no longer hidden, and he said, "Get off."
The blunt common words came, Bai He clinging to the door of the car, the tall man showed a "panic" that made Ye Jian tried his best to hold back his laugh.
Snowfield Brigade is a very magical special force. All the special forces can not only kill the enemy with guns, but also act... all of them graduated from the film academy, professional level!
At this moment, Baihe... is acting very vividly, performing the horror of ordinary people facing guns, starting from staring at the gods and then to the horrified facial expressions, followed by body language, like a frightened bird clinging to the car door, and at the same time organizing a suspected air leak Language, "Guns... Guns... I rely on..."
At the same time, the Weaver around him was also so horrified that he said loudly, "I rely on, gun!"
Then... I was so scared that there was no more information.
Faced with two comrades who were suspected of having graduated from the film academy, Ye Jian didn't know what kind of reaction he should make to be correct.
Acting like them
She will be even more unnatural... People who have died once, really can't act.
She is better at being expressionless!
Then there is no expression on his face.
He held his head in both hands, the whole nest was tight, and he tremblingly asked Weaver, "What's wrong... Where are we?"
Don't forget, she slept in the car, and now it's normal to ask where.
There was a sound of messy footsteps outside the car, and then someone pulled the car door vigorously, very rude and raging.
"Get off, get off, you guys, get off!"
The awkward mandarin came, and there was a bang, the door was pulled with brute force, and Ye Jian's wrist was clenched with both hands, and he yelled and dragged Ye Jian out of the car.
The same goes for the White Crane and the Weaver Bird, all of them pulled out of the car together.
A group of men wearing gray robes, headscarves of the same color, with deep facial features, and all beards surrounded three men. Ye Jian swept away with his light. There were seven people in total, all of them holding rifles.
It's all simple, cheap, and mediocre AK47s. If you take a closer look, Ye Jian can see the clues again. They don't have the original AK47 in their hands, but they are all imitations of ink that can be bought for one hundred dollars.
Among the seven, three men are between 30 and 40 years old, two are around 20, and two others... They are so young that their faces are green and their eyes look fierce, but there is no deterrent at all, only ten. It's six or seven years old.
They didn't know what kind of "no return" they had taken. They were very proud of holding the AK47. One of them pressed the muzzle against Weaver's head, deliberately making a "bang" gunshot in his mouth. Want to scare the weaver bird.
The suspected Weaver of the Film Academy was really "scared", Ye Jian saw his knees soften, and the whole person went straight to the gravelly dirt road.
Weaver's reaction successfully amused the sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy. In the open mountain, the boy made an arrogant "haha" laugh. He didn't know what his muzzle was pointing at. The man who seemed to be frightened to his legs was actually a man. A special soldier, a special soldier whose hands were killed by an unknown number of terrorists.