Dad kidnapped me to join the army, and the whole army asked me to be their instructor.

In the evening, the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkles on the grassland like gold.

The golden sunlight falls on the sheep, as if the wool is slowly burning bit by bit.

Two herdsmen rode horses on both sides of the sheep, waving poles to drive the sheep.

Two native shepherd dogs were running back and forth quickly around the sheep.

Drive the sheep with the herdsmen and head home.

At this moment, two off-road vehicles drove out of a depression and drove slowly towards the sheep.

The herdsmen stopped curiously, staring directly at the two off-road vehicles.

After a while, two cars stopped in front of them one after another.

A blond foreigner jumped out of the car.

The two herdsmen widened their eyes in surprise: "Foreigner?"

Foreign devils are not common in a place like this.

"Chiwa, chiwa, chichiwa..."

"Makabaka, Balala, Ali Baba, Huluwa..."

The foreigner smiled and spoke to the herdsmen, but the herdsmen were confused.

An older herdsman said: "What are you talking about? If you want to speak, just speak Yanguo dialect. Yanguo dialect is better."

The foreigner was also confused when he heard this, and started talking about the birdsong again.

The herdsman was anxious: "Little foreigner, what are you talking about, I can't understand? Not only can I not understand, but my sheep can't understand, my horse can't understand, and my dog ​​can't understand either?"

At this moment, an Oriental man got out of the second car, walked over with a smile and said, "Fellow, we are photographers for National Geographic magazine."

This guy spoke not very fluent Chinese and said: "We are looking for a mountain here, but we are lost and want to ask you for directions."

The herdsman exclaimed: "So that's what it's like. You should have said it earlier. This foreigner has been chattering here for a long time, but I didn't understand a word he said."

The Oriental patted the foreigner and said to him: "Can you tell us where Mount Atuo is?"

The herdsman pointed in one direction and said: "It's more than 200 kilometers away in that direction. However, it has been sealed off and is a military restricted area. You cannot enter it for at least a week."

"You should go again later."

The Oriental man waved his hand and smiled a bit obscenely: "It's okay, we can wait over there."

"Photographers like us, sometimes we can lie down and wait for two or three days in order to capture a scene."

"Is it so powerful?" the herdsman was surprised.

The Orientalist pointed at the foreigner next to him: "He once photographed a snow leopard on a snow-capped mountain. He stayed there for two whole days without moving, and finally took a photo of the snow leopard jumping out, and it was even put on the cover of a magazine."

"Then you guys are really amazing. My dog ​​can stay motionless for a long time while watching the sheep."

The guy's smile suddenly froze on his face, and his hands moved to his waist for no apparent reason.

But the next second, he held back.

The herdsman suddenly asked: "By the way, my friend, where are you from and why do you have such a weird accent?"

The Oriental man smiled and said: "I am from the Great Sakura Country. I have been learning Chinese for five years. I can speak it well, right?"

The expression on the herdsman's face suddenly changed, and he looked at him with a condescending attitude: "It turns out to be Xiao Baga. No wonder he looks so awkward and his voice sounds annoying."

The corners of the Oriental's mouth twitched twice.

Your accent is no better than mine, so you have the nerve to talk about me?

"Let's go, let's go." The herdsman waved his hand: "Hurry up and drive away the sheep. There is a nasty little Baga here. It makes you sick to your stomach when you smell it. Don't let the dog bite him. He will infect all our dogs." ”

"If I had known it was Xiao Baga, I wouldn't have told him the way."

Another herdsman waved his pole and shouted loudly: "Hey, hey, hey, hey, let's go, let's go..."

Two men and two dogs drove the sheep, and soon they were far away from them.

The Oriental man looked at their backs with his hands on his waist, his eyes full of evil: "You're lucky!"

"What's wrong, Hinikawa-kun?"

The foreigner next to me asked curiously: "You guys were having such a happy chat. He seems to regard you as a brother. Did he praise you for anything?"

Rikawa Goban's anger became even stronger.

You almost cursed my ancestors, but you still praise me?

"How's it going?"

A middle-aged man in his 50s jumped out of the first car.

His face was square, and every inch of his skin looked like it had been ravaged by wind and frost.

There are deep wrinkles on his forehead, as if carved with a knife.

The deep blue eyes were sunk in the eye sockets, carrying an alluring aura.

As soon as he got off, everyone else in the car also got off.

A total of nine people surrounded him in the middle.

The foreigner said: "Report to the colonel that the herdsmen cannot understand what we are saying, so we can only let the Japanese and Sichuan troops respond."

Rikawa just nodded, and Hay said: "Colonel, I have already asked clearly. The mountain is in the south, and I am sure that it has become a military restricted area. It seems that we are in the right place."

Everyone's eyes lit up and they all looked at the colonel: "No wonder we can't find him anywhere."

"If it becomes a military restricted area, there will definitely be electromagnetic interference. Even satellites will have difficulty capturing images there."

The colonel said coldly: "It seems that the information is correct. Yanguo is conducting new military training that is different from the past. Moreover, there will definitely be a very big breakthrough."

"Next, we will go deep into the hinterland. Remember, this is a very, very dangerous mission."

"I know that you have been to many places, participated in many missions, and have gone deep into the enemy's heartland."

"But I want to tell you that Yanguo soldiers are different from anyone you have encountered before. The quality of individual soldiers ranks among the best in the world."

"Moreover, they are determined and everyone is like a death squad. You must be cautious and cautious!"

"Yes." A group of people replied feebly, with a hint of ridicule on their faces.

The colonel frowned tightly: "I'm not kidding you. When I was in the Monkey Kingdom, we fought against them. Even though we had the best weapons that time, we were almost wiped out."

"In the entire company, I was the only one who escaped death."

"So you must be careful, otherwise I will have to take your bodies back."

The foreigner just laughed and said: "Colonel, what you are talking about is all old history. The people of Yan country have not fought a war for decades. How can soldiers trained through exercises be strong?"

"That's right, the soldiers of the Yan Kingdom are all a bunch of boy scouts with milk bottles in their mouths. Without the baptism of actual combat, they can't even be called soldiers."

"With our ability, it's more than enough to get some information, so there's no need to worry."

Seeing everyone laughing, the colonel's eyes instantly became sharp.

Several people coughed and waved their hands quickly: "Whatever you say will be whatever you say. We will definitely listen to you, okay?"

The colonel sighed helplessly: "Disrespecting your opponent is the greatest irresponsibility for yourself. I hope you will always remember this."

"Okay, remember your current status. You are the specially hired foreign photographers of National Geographic magazine. Even if you are found out, don't be afraid."

"Hide your weapons and put your passport outside. This is what protects our lives."

"If you are really caught, act accordingly."

"Yes."

Everyone saluted, immediately jumped into the car, and drove in the direction of the target.