An early snowstorm swept across the entire Mount Qilian.
It was not normal for a snowstorm to fall at this time of the year.
The top of Mount Qilian was covered in snow all year round. Almost all the farmland in the Hexi Corridor was irrigated by the melting snow on the top of the mountain. That was how it became the granary of the western part of Gansu Province to store grain for the country. However, it was rare for such a big snowstorm to sweep across the entire mountain area in this season. Even many old farmers over 60 years old had never seen it before.
However, the strange thing was that outside the mountain area, the weather was gloomy and the crowded areas were not affected by the snowstorm.
Fortunately, Mount Qilian was mostly made up of rocks and red soil. The terrain was steep, and the vegetation was sparse. It was not suitable for living, nor was it suitable for grazing. Basically, it was an uninhabited area. Therefore, this sudden and strange snowstorm did not cause too many casualties.
The temperature dropped to minus 20 or 30 degrees Celsius.
"Haha, what a good snow."
A burly bearded man dressed in a thin earthen yellow robe stood on the peak of the lone peak.
He had an aquiline nose and deep-set eyes. Obviously, he was not a Chinese, but a Middle Eastern man. Standing on the southern peak, more than 5,000 meters above sea level, he looked at the thunderstorm brewing in the sky above his head, and then at the endless snowstorm around him. A hint of joy appeared on his face.
He stood alone on the southern peak. In front of and behind him were cliffs that were tens of thousands of feet high. If he was not careful and fell, he would be smashed to pieces. However, no matter how strong the wind in the mountain was, it only fluttered his thin robe, but could not move his body at all.
A rare black-beaked, golden-eyed eagle was sitting on his shoulder.
The eagle was not big, and its wingspan was no more than one meter. Its feathers were snow-white, and it had golden eyes. Its wings seemed to be made of gold and iron, and its beak seemed to be made of divine iron. It looked extremely handsome. It looked around vigilantly, as if nothing could escape its watch in the snowstorm.
Suddenly, the eagle flapped its wings and tore through the wind and snow. Like a bolt of silver lightning, it soared in the sky.
An eagle's cry was heard.
"You're finally here?" The burly man looked to the north.
In the distant wind and snow, a black dot appeared, drifting erratically. A hoarse voice pierced through the wind and snow, "Is the thing ready?"
The hook-nosed man kicked away the silver metal box by his feet. Like a shooting star, he flew toward the black dot in the wind and snow.
That black dot was a person. His entire body was shrouded in a loose robe, and his face could not be seen clearly. However, to be able to appear on such a steep mountain peak in such a windy and snowy day, he was obviously a super expert. His voice was deliberately hoarse, hiding his true appearance.
He stretched out his hand to catch the box and opened it. There was a faint energy fluctuation and a glimmer that covered the snow. He nodded in satisfaction and said, "Not bad, the goods are good."
The burly Middle Eastern man in the distance spoke in Mandarin, "Where's the information I asked for?"
Black Dot drew out a metal flash drive from his sleeve and threw it over. It pierced through the snow like a bullet and said, "You know the password. All the information is inside."
The Middle Eastern man gently caught it and said, "Well, it's not the first time we've worked together. I don't think you'll lie to me."
Black Dot carried the box and said in a hoarse voice, "Let me give you a piece of advice. Now that you've come to the territory of China, kill as few Chinese soldiers as possible. Otherwise, the military will be furious and the consequences will be very serious. There's a saying in China that those who offend our country will be killed no matter how far away they are. You should have heard of it."
When the Middle Eastern man heard this, he smiled contemptuously and said, "In this world, strength speaks louder than words. You Chinese only know how to fight among yourselves. Otherwise, why would you cooperate with us and sell information?"
The black dot coldly snorted and turned into a black shadow. Like a shooting star, it finally disappeared into the snowstorm in the distance.
The Middle Eastern man looked at Black Dot's back and smiled contemptuously.
He whistled, and the eagle hidden in the flying snow flew back to his arm. Then, he rose into the air like a bird. After several leaps, he arrived at another mountain peak a kilometer away.
This mountain peak was higher than the southern peak, but the slope was gentler, and the terrain at the top was slightly wider, so a military outpost was built there.
The outpost was a courtyard with several small buildings.
At this time, most of the outpost's courtyard had been buried in the snow. Outside the courtyard, there was a stone tablet with four red numbers on it —
9527。
This was the Western Outpost No. 9527.
The Middle Eastern man came to the outpost with ease and went straight into one of the two-story buildings.
The light in the room was slightly dim, and the backup generator had stopped running. There were all kinds of military equipment and tools in the room. In the middle of the room, there was a burning bonfire, which warmed the whole room.
A pungent smell of blood filled the room.
On the cold ground beside the bonfire, there were six bodies in military uniforms, but they were all dead. They had fought some battles before they died, but it was obvious that they didn't play any role. They didn't even shoot …
A groan was heard.
On the other side of the bonfire, a young soldier was tied to a hard wooden stake that was inserted into the cement floor. He was still alive, but the left side of his face was already a bloody mess. His shirt had been ripped open, and his chest was covered with the bite marks of a ferocious beast. It was a ghastly sight.
"Haha, not dead yet. You're quite tough." The Middle Eastern man could speak Mandarin. He glanced at the young soldier and was a little impressed. He said, "Boy, if you beg for mercy, I'll let you die a quick death."
"You … will die a horrible death …" The young soldier was extremely weak, but his eyes were stubborn and full of hatred. "The Chinese army … won't … let you go … You … You'll never be able to walk out of this country."
The Middle Eastern man smiled indifferently and said, "Even God is helping me. When this snowstorm comes, by the time your army responds, I'll have already left with what I want."
The white-feathered, golden-eyed eagle flapped its wings and landed on the young soldier's shoulder. It opened its beak to peck at the flesh on the young soldier's chest. With a single tear from its barbed beak, a large piece of flesh was torn off.
The young soldier's body instantly stiffened. He endured the sharp pain and panted violently. Cold sweat instantly burst out like a spring, but he did not let out a scream and held on.
"Haha, interesting."
There was a playful look in the Middle Eastern man's eyes.
He was surprised by the toughness of the Chinese soldiers.
But it also made him more interested in torturing the young soldier.
He raised his hand, and a sharp Qi slashed out, cutting off the ropes on the little warrior's body. Then, the White Feather Golden-Eyed Falcon continued to torture and peck at the little warrior's flesh like it was hunting a living creature.
The young soldier was less than 20 years old. He struggled to fight back, trying to kill the eagle, even if he had to pluck out a few feathers …
However, the golden-eyed eagle was extremely powerful. It was a spiritual creature and could even catch a calf, let alone the young soldier who was already dying. How could he resist? Soon, there was not a piece of intact flesh on his body.
"Haha …"
The Middle Eastern man laughed happily. He took out the jerky and sat by the campfire, enjoying it as if he were watching the most wonderful show in the world.
The young soldier soon lost consciousness.
The flesh on his body was constantly torn off by the eagle, and one of his eyes was pecked out. But he seemed to be unable to feel the pain.
In a trance, he lay on his back on the cold floor, and his vision was filled with blood. He seemed to see his mother, who was working hard in the mountains of the Loess Plateau, smiling at him. He seemed to see the girl with a ponytail saying, "I'll wait for you to come back" when he joined the army and left his hometown at the age of 18. He seemed to see his sister writing a letter to him in class, saying that she had scored 100 points again …
"I'm sorry, Mom. I can't go back."
A smile appeared on his battered face.
He did not regret it. He did not embarrass the squad leader, the platoon leader, and his comrades. He did not cry or beg for mercy. He held on until the last moment.
It was painful, very painful, and he was scared.
But anyway, he did not embarrass himself.
"My comrades who are sleeping in the ground, the little winter melon is here."
He smiled with tears streaming down his face.
"I am a sentinel of China …" He roared with the last strength of his life and suddenly turned around, wanting to fight for the last time.
At this moment, the door of the room suddenly opened.
The wind and snow poured in from the outside.
Along with the wind and snow came the light from outside.
In the light that poured in like quicksand, a figure came in against the light. His face could not be seen clearly, but he was very tall and straight. The young soldier could not see the face of this figure clearly, but he saw his feet. He was wearing a pair of Li Ning sneakers with Chinese characters on them.
Then, he vaguely saw that behind this figure, there was another person. She was wearing an air force blue military uniform and a female soldier's boat-shaped beret. There was a red five-star badge on the cap and two golden words "Bayi". It was as bright as a torch in the dark.
"It's a comrade!"
Such a thought came to the young soldier's mind, and then he passed out.
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Dessert Camel, one of the top terrorist experts in the Middle East, whose real name was Aluf, was born in a small desert village that few people knew about. Later, he entered a terrorist training camp and learned the ability to kill. He killed countless people and became one of the four top experts of the Evil God Society.
After the world changed, his strength continued to grow incredibly. In the Middle East, he became famous, and no one dared to provoke him.
When the door of the room was pushed open, an indescribable sense of crisis suddenly rose in the heart of this Middle Eastern expert.
With his strength, no matter how strong the wind and snow were, as long as someone entered within 20 meters of him, he would be able to sense it. However, he did not notice it until someone walked into the room. He had not sensed anything before, which was simply impossible.
He subconsciously bounced up from the ground.
He raised his hand.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
Dozens of snow-white daggers flew out as fast as lightning. At this distance, with his strength, even a ten-centimeter-thick steel plate could be pierced in an instant.
But the man opposite him just waved his hand casually, and these daggers flew back at an even faster speed. In an instant, they pierced his arms, legs, and limbs.
Aluf had been trained and had long been immune to pain. He was sent flying backward by the inertia of the daggers and hit several boxes. Then he quickly grasped his balance, stood up, and put on a defensive posture.
"I'm late," a male voice said.
"Can he be saved?" a beautiful female voice asked.
"He can be saved," the male voice said.
The other party was obviously very confident in his strength. After entering the room, he did not kill him immediately but went to save people.
A sneer appeared at the corner of Aluf's mouth.
"Stupid Chinese, do you think you can defeat me like this?"
He didn't know how many times he had killed the enemy in desperate situations. When he was about to attack again, he suddenly felt a terrifying pressure. His intuition told him that as long as he made any move, he would be crushed by this pressure in an instant.
A drop of cold sweat dripped from his temple.
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