A rough camouflage uniform with distorted colors and a pair of suede leather shoes that were popular since the Battle of Stalingrad in Russia were the equipment Zhao Ziyang received. By the way, there were also two pairs of briefs issued to him, the kind that would make you feel comfortable when you wear them.

There was a sack-like underwear hanging on the crotch. After getting two pairs of underwear, Zhao Ziyang threw them directly on the roof. These underwear cannot be worn. During long marches, they will cause friction on the thighs after being soaked with sweat.

"Jack, you can rest here." The bearded man opened a door and said to Zhao Ziyang: "There are still three comrades inside. We will set off early tomorrow morning."

Zhao Ziyang nodded, carrying his equipment and walking into the strange-smelling room.

There were many wine bottles, various food bags, and a few used condoms scattered around the room. They shone with the unique sheen of sticky vagina, mixed with the smell of shoes scattered beside the bed, not to mention.

How unpleasant it smells.

When they saw Zhao Ziyang walking in, except for one guy who was drunk and fell asleep, the other two people all focused on him.

"Hey, pretty boy, welcome to join us." A stout man waved to Zhao Ziyang and said with a smile: "There is an empty bed here, you can sleep there, but you have to tidy it up."

This big man had a beard and was a typical Russian. The other one was naked with his upper body covered with tattoos. He smiled at Zhao Ziyang and said nothing.

"Hello." Zhao Ziyang smiled at the two guys, carrying his clothes and walking towards the empty bed in the back.

This bed was very messy. The originally green mattress was covered with spots, as if drinks had been spilled on it. But Zhao Ziyang knew at a glance what they were: semen spots, or in other words, leftovers after a fight between men and women.

down the mixture.

He was very familiar with this smell. In the army, horse racing quilts were often used to cover both ends of the quilt. It was definitely not unusual for something like this to appear. Even his own sheets and quilts had been decorated with it several times.

Putting the equipment on the bedside, Zhao Ziyang pulled up the mattress and laid it on the hard bed board, and pulled back the piled quilts.

The moment the quilt was pulled back, an even weirder smell swept towards his nostrils. However, Zhao Ziyang no longer planned to see what was going on inside. Semen spots were already everywhere. Can you expect this place to be cleaner than that?

The tired Zhao Ziyang got directly under the quilt, closed his eyes and fell asleep. He hadn't slept for several days, so it was very good to be able to sleep peacefully with a quilt on his back.

The other two mercenaries in the room seemed a little bored when they saw Zhao Ziyang sleeping directly. They wanted to chat and tease this pretty pretty boy.

There is no way, Zhao Ziyang now looks like a pretty boy, and the change in his physique has made him look like a pretty boy. If his knife-like face can be softened a little, his eyebrows can be trimmed, and the aura in his eyes can be hidden, he will definitely look like a pretty boy.

And it is easy to think of public relations personnel who specialize in serving rich widows and so on.

Zhao Ziyang, who had fallen into a deep sleep, had a dream. He dreamed that he was traveling back and forth in the jungle with no end or goal, and he was surrounded by enemies. These enemies were quite powerful and were elites from various countries. He felt exhausted and could not continue.

During the battle, a young and beautiful blonde suddenly ran out and shouted at him: Special Forces, hold on, watch me kill all these bastards!

Just when he was surprised, the blonde pursed her lips and muttered: Earthquake weapon, earthquake weapon, I'm going to kill you all!

After that, there was a burst of tremors, and wide cracks suddenly appeared in the mountains. All the elites who besieged him fell into the cracks and were swallowed up by the earthquake that came out of it. The earthquake did not stop, but became more severe. If we say just now

The earth is groaning and trembling, so now it is roaring.

A crack struck him and the blonde girl like lightning, and they both fell in...

Zhao Ziyang, who was asleep, opened his eyes suddenly, sweat appeared on his forehead, and breathed heavily through his nostrils, he was awakened by this nightmare.

"Creak! Creak!..." The bed in the house made a creaking sound, shaking very violently. Even his bed was shaking back and forth, and the whole bed seemed to fall apart during the shaking.

Earthquake? Not an earthquake…

The seductive moans of a woman sounded from the bed connected to him, mixed with the man's heavy breathing, making it clear what was going on.

The Russian mercenary was working hard on the woman's body, and he could see clearly with the weak light.

But Zhao Ziyang couldn't stand it after just one glance. The strong body of the Russian mercenary was rising and falling on a fat and huge woman. The woman stretched out her fat hands to hug the Russian mercenary's neck, opening her mouth slightly in enjoyment.

Mouth, eyes closed, moaning in enjoyment.

The combined weight of the two of them weighed several hundred kilograms. The small bed was simply not suitable for such a primitive battle. It really felt like an earthquake.

"Drink..." A roar came from the mouth of the Russian mercenary. He used all his strength to move his lower body forward, and then lay heavily on the woman.

"Baby, you are so strong." The obese woman hugged the Russian mercenary's head and said with a smile on her face: "Twenty dollars."

The Russian mercenary took a breath and turned off the woman, took out a banknote and handed it to the woman.

The woman who got the banknote checked it carefully, took off the towel on the bedside and wiped her lower body before walking towards the tattooed mercenary's bed.

"Hey, little ****, Victor didn't satisfy you, hahaha..." The tattooed man laughed, slapped the woman's butt hard and shouted in a low voice: "Lie down on the bed, I want to let you

You know how powerful Sarai is!"

The bed shook again, making Zhao Ziyang unable to sleep anymore. His ears were filled with heavy breathing and moaning.

After about half an hour, the mercenary named Sare finally let out a long sigh and lay on the woman's body. The sigh was full of aftertaste.

"Twenty dollars!"

"Take it, little ****, there's quite a lot of water flowing, but it's just too damn open!"

"Hahaha..." The woman smiled coquettishly, wiped her lower body again and walked towards Zhao Ziyang's bed.

Zhao Ziyang, who was pretending to be asleep, did not intend to pay attention to this prostitute. He had no interest in such a woman at all. It would make him feel like being raped by a pig.

A chubby hand lifted off the quilt and reached in, directly grabbing Zhao Ziyang's lower body.

"Baby, don't pretend to be asleep, I know...ah!" The woman screamed, and the hand that grabbed Zhao Ziyang's lower body retracted like lightning.

There was a bright saber on her neck.

"Get out!" Zhao Ziyang spat out the word gently and slowly retracted the saber.

"Crazy, bastard, incompetent man, can't get hard at all..." The frightened woman let out a very dissatisfied curse and dragged her fat body towards the drunk man lying on the bed in the afternoon.

There was a "click", the sound of a rifle being fired, and then the cold voice of a drunkard: "You better disappear from here, sow, or I will make a hole in your head."

The drunkard was more direct than Zhao Ziyang, but it was very effective. The fat woman was cursing while getting dressed.

"ah!"

The sound of gunshots rang out, and a scream like a slaughtering pig came from the woman's mouth. She ran outside with her breasts exposed, for fear of being shot.

"Say, man, this is too boring, isn't it?" The mercenary named Victor said to the drunk man: "They are all here to make money, and it is not easy."

The drunkard ignored him and turned over to continue sleeping.

"Little pretty face, what do you think?" Victor asked Zhao Ziyang again.

"Twenty dollars is enough for you to eat for three days. I don't think hiring prostitutes is more important than eating." Zhao Ziyang said to Victor without raising his head.

"But the mouth down there also needs to eat, hahahaha..." The tattooed mercenary named Sare burst into laughter.

“Usually those who eat pork will have high cholesterol, high blood pressure, and may also suffer from fatty liver disease, so it’s best to eat as little pork as possible.”

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"I like this pretty boy, hahahaha..."

The two guys laughed loudly when they heard this, as if something funny had happened.

"My name is Victor." The Russian mercenary threw a low-quality cigarette to Zhao Ziyang, pointed at the tattooed mercenary and said: "The guy with the tattoo escaped from prison, but he has a very famous name: Sarai. Yes.

Oh, that drunkard is also the bad-tempered but most powerful guy among us. I heard he was a soldier. By the way, what’s your name?”

"Huhu..." The drunkard seemed to be asleep and ignored Victor at all.

"Hey, this guy does this all the time, don't worry about him." Victor helplessly spread his hands and asked Zhao Ziyang: "What's your name and where are you from?"

"Jack, come from hell." Zhao Ziyang said casually.

"Wow, you came from hell, very cool, haha, I will call you hell from now on, pretty face Jack, hahaha..."

"Not bad." Zhao Ziyang was lying on the bed with a low-quality cigarette in his mouth and asked: "Where are we going tomorrow?"

"I heard it's the North Caucasus." Victor lit a cigarette, took a deep breath of smoke and exhaled, "Maybe there will be a fight with the Cossacks, maybe there will be a fight with the Chechen guys, who knows,

Anyway, just give me money every day.”

Zhao Ziyang nodded, knowing that these two guys didn't know much, but it didn't matter, his purpose was to follow the mercenary group into Russia. When he arrived in the North Caucasus, he was closer to China, which was far better than running on two legs alone.

Comes and goes faster.

"I hope it's not a war with the Cossacks." The drunk man suddenly made a voice and said in a muffled voice: "If it's a war with the Cossacks, none of you will survive."

"Maybe." Sarai shrugged his shoulders and said nonchalantly: "Anyway, I am a death row prisoner. As long as I can play with a few more women, I will be satisfied."

"No, no, no, Sarai, our principle is to play with many, many women. When we make money, I will ask you to play with real Russian beauties. They are definitely much better than the sow that just made water and moaned."

"This is a good idea, and as a reward, I decided to ask you to ride the sow again!"

"Come on, I suspect the sow has been frightened by that guy and peed. I don't like the fishy smell."

"..."

Listening to the chattering of the two guys, Zhao Ziyang fell asleep again and was not woken up until seven o'clock the next morning.

All the recruited mercenaries gathered in the courtyard, wearing the issued camouflage uniforms. There were about forty of them.

"Warriors, hold on to your guns, we are going to fight for money. Remember, you can only turn on the safety when fighting. When you see the enemy, pull the trigger to kill him. Every time you kill

You will get corresponding bonuses; every time you kill, you will take a step towards becoming a warrior. I believe you are all warriors. Only true warriors deserve more money, and there will be a lot of beauties lying under your crotch and moaning.

,Are you all ready, my warriors?"

The speaker was a mercenary with a tall nose and wide forehead. It was unknown whether he was a Russian, an Estonian, or someone from another European country. Anyway, in Zhao Ziyang's eyes, these people were all the same.

"Ready." The mercenaries of different heights, thinness, and ages made chaotic voices.

"Okay, now we set off to the North Caucasus. Remember, there is the gold mine you dream of. As long as you can kill, you can become a warrior and have wealth!"
Chapter completed!