The strongest mercenary across the line of fire

Angel, who went shopping, brought Zhao Ziyang a pair of Clarks leather shoes when she came back, but no one found Zhao Ziyang.

"Luca, have you seen the special forces?" Angel asked the spirit fox who was playing with a small white mouse in the house while holding up the leather shoes.

Linghu concentrated on injecting half a tube of Zhao Ziyang's blood into the little white mouse, then put the little white mouse in the cage, then took off the gloves and looked at Angel.

"I see, but he went out, he should go to a Sichuan restaurant." Linghu said to Angel, and there was nothing wrong with Angel.

Angel nodded and exited from Linghu's room.

"Huh?" Seeing the leather shoes in Angel's hand, Linghu cried out in surprise, pointed to the pair of leather shoes and said, "Classic British Clarks, little Angel, you have a good eye, the special forces should like it."

"I hope." Angel, who didn't find Zhao Ziyang, seemed unhappy.

She wanted to give this pair of leather shoes to Zhao Ziyang immediately, but who knew that no one could find him, and felt a little uncomfortable.

Angel closed the door and went out, while Linghu lay on the bed with his arms around his belly, muttering: "This baby may not be the one with the best genetics. Do you want it or not? Sigh, if it doesn't work, let's not. The special forces also drank...

Linghu has no thought of being sorry for Angel, her definition is very clear, science is paramount, and what she does is only serving science.

As for Zhao Ziyang, who was sober, he went into the Sichuan restaurant again and took Zhao Zhengrong to drink. His mood was extremely depressed, and he felt a little confused.The most important point is that he now feels unable to face Angel and Linghu, but he can't come up with a solution, so he can only drink and relax with Zhao Zhengrong here.

"I said brother, have you encountered something troublesome?" Zhao Zhengrong, who came over, could see through it at a glance what Zhao Ziyang was upset about.

Because Zhao Ziyang had the words "Peach Blossom Festival" engraved on his forehead, of course, he couldn't see it, but Zhao Zhengrong guessed his words and deeds.

Zhao Ziyang did not hesitate to do anything, just like seeking revenge from the defenders, he did what he said, and directly took away half of the defenders' garrison.The only thing that can upset him so much that he doesn't know what to do is the relationship between men and women. This is the first time he has encountered this aspect and he has no experience.

Usually the more manly the man is, the more emotionally weak he is, and they are not good at this.

Zhao Ziyang shook his head, took a sip of liquor and did not speak.

This expression told Zhao Zhengrong that he didn't want to talk about it.

Seeing that Zhao Ziyang refused to speak, Zhao Zhengrong did not continue to ask, and accompanied Zhao Ziyang to drink one cup after another.Zhao Changzheng, who was next to him, stood obediently aside, and when he saw that the wine glasses of the two were empty, he quickly filled them up.

He knew that his father was not a soft father at all, but an awesome father who could kill anyone for himself at any time.Yesterday he overheard the conversation between his father and Zhao Ziyang, and only then did he know what his father should be like.

"Go, close the door." Zhao Zhengrong told his son to close the door. The noisy guests made him feel uncomfortable drinking.

Zhao Changzheng immediately put down the wine bottle to get busy with this matter, and after a while sent the remaining two tables of guests away, and hung the closed sign on the door.

In the middle of the night, Zhao Ziyang drank with Zhao Zhengrong, and in the afternoon, Zhao Zhengrong drank with Zhao Ziyang.

When he was drunk, Zhao Ziyang took off his coat, revealing his strong body in a black vest.His skin is very good, and there is a faint light on the surface, which makes girls envious and jealous when they see it.

Regardless of whether he was in the army in the past or the scars from a while ago, all the scars disappeared without a trace, like a snake sloughing off.

The black Nepalese saber was stabbed obliquely on Zhao Ziyang's back, moving with his body movements, releasing a cold breath in the air.

"I said brother, let me have a look at your knife." Zhao Zhengrong put down his wine glass and pointed at Zhao Ziyang's Nepalese army knife.

"Om..."

There was a sound of the blade cutting through the air, and Zhao Ziyang slapped the saber on the table, signaling Zhao Zhengrong to look at it casually.

"Good knife!" Zhao Zhengrong was full of praise.

Just now, the saber was just slowly swaying through the air, and there was such a sound, which was enough to see the difference of this saber.

Holding the general knife in his hand, Zhao Zhengrong felt the feeling that the knife conveyed to him: cold, bloodthirsty, and irritability under calm.

This is a living knife, because its blade has been infiltrated by the blood of countless lives, and finally formed such a fierce knife.Anyone who holds it will have a feeling of killing from the bottom of his heart, and he can't wait to find someone to try it immediately.

"The saber is a good saber, but it is too lethal." Zhao Zhengrong stroked the blade, nodded and said, "This saber is made by the Gurkhas using traditional techniques, and the material used is refined iron."

"What is Hundred Refined Iron?" Zhao Ziyang asked Zhao Zhengrong.

"Hundred refined iron is the iron formed after a hundred times of tempering. The impurities of this kind of iron itself are almost completely removed, which is incomparable to any alloy. It's just that no one is willing to spend a lot of manpower and material resources to forge a hundred refined iron. Iron, and then use hundreds of refined iron to forge a knife that is almost impossible to finish." Zhao Zhengrong waved the Nepalese saber lightly, squinted his eyes and continued: "Hundreds of refined iron is almost useless, because few people Such a piece of fine iron that removes impurities can be hammered into a knife."

Zhao Ziyang understands this reason, the density of refined iron after removing impurities is very high, and the density of refined iron after hundreds of times of tempering can be imagined.The high density proves its hardness. Even if you hit it hundreds of times with a hammer, it can only slightly change the shape of this piece of refined iron.

"If I'm not wrong, this knife should not be yours."

"That's right, this knife doesn't belong to me." Zhao Ziyang nodded, staring into Zhao Zhengrong's eyes and said to him, "I want to remelt it."

Obviously, Zhao Zhengrong is a person who knows how to forge knives. Even if he doesn't know how to forge knives, he knows someone who can forge knives. This can be heard from what he just said.

"It needs to be smelted again." Zhao Zhengrong pushed the knife in front of Zhao Ziyang, and said to him very seriously: "After smelting, the smell of this knife will disappear, and the newly formed one is yours."

"Help me forge it into a triangular thorn." Zhao Ziyang pushed the knife in front of Zhao Zhengrong again.

A wry smile appeared on Zhao Zhengrong's face. He really didn't mean to forge such a knife into a triangular thorn.The three-edged thorns were poured out, not knocked out with a hammer, but they were also knocked out, but he, Zhao Zhengrong, couldn't knock out a single three-edged thorn.

"Brother, I don't have the ability to forge it into a three-edged thorn. I can pour it into a three-edged thorn, but it won't be perfect." Zhao Zhengrong said truthfully.

"Okay!" Zhao Ziyang nodded vigorously and said to Zhao Zhengrong, "I want three-edged thorns with three-edged blood grooves to cover blood grooves."

The three edges of the three-edged thorn itself constitute three large blood grooves, and Zhao Ziyang wants to open six more blood grooves on the six sides of the three-edged thorn, and he insists on turning the already ferocious three-edged thorn into a standard killing machine. device.

It doesn't matter if it's perfect or not, knives are used to kill, and a knife that can kill is a good knife. If a knife is too perfect, it is not a good thing.

"Success!" Zhao Zhengrong agreed without hesitation, and carefully put away the Nepalese saber.

At this moment, the door of the Sichuan restaurant was pushed open, and an old man with silver hair in Tang suit and walking in.

The old man's back is not rickety, on the contrary it is quite straight, his face is full of wrinkles, but also radiant, he is an old man who can give people a feeling of tortoise and crane prolonging life wherever he goes.

"Dad!" The moment Zhao Zhengrong saw the old man, he stood up suddenly, and trotted two steps to help the old man who didn't need support at all.

"Grandpa!" Zhao Changzheng called out happily, and ran over to support the old man with Zhao Zhengrong on the left and right.

This is Zhao Zhengrong's old father, the old man who wrote the word "Tao", one of the few remaining national treasures in China.

Zhao Ziyang quickly stood up, bowed slightly and lowered his head to say hello to the old man.

"Hehe, sit down, sit down, don't be restrained, hehe..." The old man raised his hand to let Zhao Ziyang sit down, shook off Zhao Zhengrong, and sat in front of Zhao Ziyang with the support of his grandson.

The old man who sat down looked at Zhao Ziyang kindly, looked at Zhao Ziyang carefully with his cloudy eyes, and nodded repeatedly.

"Old senior." Zhao Ziyang called the old man, wondering why Zhao Changzheng's grandfather came suddenly?

"Hahaha..." The senile old man let out a resonant laugh. He pointed to Zhao Ziyang and said, "I like this name. If you call me like this, you will let me know how I got here most of my life, hahahaha..."

For the old revolutionaries who came through the bloody storm, they were proud of those days, even if they were criticized as rightists in the end and locked up in a cowshed to suffer criticism.

Zhao Ziyang laughed along with him, thinking about how to open up the topic.But when he was thinking about how to speak the best way, the old man spoke directly.

"The chairman told us to treat our enemies as ruthlessly as the autumn wind sweeps fallen leaves, and treat our comrades as warmly as spring. Unite with all friends who can be united. The enemy of the enemy will always be our friend."

What the old man said was correct, and Zhao Ziyang knew it very well.He knew that the old man came here specially for him, as if his purpose had been known by the old man.

"Yes, I have been doing this, but the current situation is a bit..."

"When the enemy is knocked down, you must knock him down when the enemy's enemy doesn't react." The old man waved his hand to Zhao Ziyang and continued: "Remember, guerrilla warfare. Looking at any war in the world, only guerrilla warfare cannot be defeated." Defeated. Because they are flexible and changeable, the enemy can't figure it out, but you have to remember that the ultimate goal of guerrilla warfare is to wear down the enemy during guerrilla warfare, forcing them to give up and then complete occupation. There are not many large-scale wars now, and guerrilla warfare does not matter It's the best tactic in any area."

Guerrilla warfare, mercenaries can also fight guerrilla warfare?

Zhao Ziyang was thinking, their lurkers are now fighting guerrilla warfare, but this kind of guerrilla warfare is not easy to fight, because they do not belong to any country, and your guerrilla warfare is not good enough to resist the political needs of a certain country.

Politics is changeable. If a country wants to expel their lurkers, then they have to get out of the country obediently.The state apparatus is not something they can compete with, even if it is a small country, because the other party has a broad base of the people.

Seeing Zhao Ziyang's furrowed brows, the old man smiled, dipped his fingers in white wine and wrote two words on the table, then got up and prepared to leave.

"My little grandson likes to fight and kill since he was a child. He has the same temperament as my father and me. If possible, I hope you can take him with you." The old man said to Zhao Ziyang, and pulled Zhao Changzheng who was surprised by his side. to the front.

Zhao Ziyang didn't pay attention to the two words written by the old man, he was shocked by what the old man said.

"Old man, you should know my identity. Our lives are not guaranteed. Why don't you send the Long March to serve as a soldier in the country, so that you can also train people?" Zhao Ziyang expressed his doubts.

"Alas..." The old man sighed for a long time, pointed to the word Dao that he had written and said to himself: "Tao, if there is really Tao, why should I write it?"

After saying this, the old man's waist suddenly hunched, and he walked out step by step with a cane, disappearing into the crowd on the street.

Zhao Zhengrong sent his old father away with his eyes, looked at Zhao Ziyang, then at Zhao Changzheng, and suddenly sternly reprimanded him: "Kneel down!"

With a "plop", Zhao Changzheng landed on his knees, kneeling straight in front of Zhao Zhengrong.

Zhao Zhengrong was tutoring, and Zhao Ziyang had no right to intervene, so he could only stay and watch.

"Starting today, I won't take care of anything about you. From now on, your path will be your own. After you leave, you will no longer be called Zhao Changzheng, but Luo Xiaoxiong."

"Yes!" Zhao Changzheng answered yes with his chest raised, his eyes determined and excited.

Zhao Ziyang became completely passive and his own. He remembered that he hadn't promised Zhao Zhengrong to take Zhao Changzheng away, but it seemed that he had to take Zhao Changzheng away.

He didn't have a deep relationship with Zhao Zhengrong, but the two words Mr. Zhao gave her forced him to take Zhao Changzheng away.

puppet!

Mr. Zhao left the word "puppet", which made Zhao Ziyang's heart bright in an instant.

A puppet does not refer to things like subversion of the government that mercenaries often do, but to intervene in a country's government and control it to become its own puppet government.

This is a big gamble with your head in your head, and if you don't pay attention, you will be hit by various countries.Once the mercenaries intervene in the political field, it is tantamount to saying that they have crossed the border. The mercenaries who cross the border will not be tolerated by the governments of various countries, and they will definitely be killed.

It's just that the lurkers have no fear, and they are already in the same situation as the US government. Do they still need to consider whether to cross the border or not?

Mr. Zhao is playing the Tao, the Tao that kills the sky!