Chapter 53: The Road of Slaughter and Carnage

  When Angel went out for a walk and came back with a pair of CRKS leather shoes for Zhao Ziyang, she couldn't find anyone.

  "Luca, have you seen the special forces?" Angel asked, holding a leather shoe and fiddling with a small white mouse in the house.

  Ling Hu Ju Jing Shen's will inject half of Zhao Zi Yang's fresh blood into the mouse, then put the mouse in a cage, only then did he take off his gloves and look at Angie.

  "I saw him, but he's gone. He should be at the Sichuan restaurant." Ling Hu said to An Qi'er, with no awkwardness in his tone when facing her.

  Angel nodded and left from the Spirit Fox's room.

  "Huh?" The spiritual fox was surprised and exclaimed, pointing at the leather shoes: "English classic brogues, Little Angie, your taste is not bad, special forces should like them."

  "I hope so." Anqi didn't look very happy when she couldn't find Zhao Ziyang.

  She wanted to give this pair of leather shoes to Zhao Ziyang at the earliest time, but she couldn't find him and felt a little uncomfortable in her heart.

  Angel walked out the door, while Ling Huo stretched and lay on the bed with her hands wrapped around her belly, muttering to herself: "This baby may not necessarily have the best genes after all... whether to keep it or not? Sigh, if it's really not possible, then I won't keep it... Special forces soldiers still drink alcohol..."

  Ling Hu didn't have any thoughts of betraying Angie. Her definition was clear: science above all else, and what she did was only in the service of science.

  As for Zhao Ziyang after waking up from his drunkenness, he once again dragged Zhao Xuanxuan into the Sichuan restaurant to drink, his mood was extremely depressed and had a feeling of being unclear. The most important thing is that he now feels unable to face An Qi'er and Ling Hu, but no matter how hard he tries, he can't think of a solution, so he can only drink with Zhao Xuanxuan to distract himself.

  "I say, brother, have you encountered some annoying matter?" Zhao Ziyang, who had experienced many things, saw through what was bothering Zhao Ziyang at a glance.

  Because Zhao Ziyang's forehead was engraved with the three words "Peach Blossom Festival", of course, this is not visible, but his words and deeds were guessed by Zhao Xiangxiang.

  Zhao Ziyang does things without dragging his feet, just like finding the Guardian to avenge, saying that he will do it and directly destroying half of the Guardian's base. The only thing that can make him feel anxious and unsure about what to do is the problem of male-female emotions, in this aspect he is encountering for the first time and has no experience at all.

  The more manly a man is, the softer he is emotionally, and they are not good at this aspect.

  Zhao Ziyang shook his head and took a sip of white wine without saying anything.

  This expression told Zhao Zhenzhen he didn't want to say anything.

  Seeing Zhao Ziyang not willing to speak, Zhao Xingxue also stopped asking and accompanied Zhao Ziyang in drinking cup after cup. Next to them, Zhao Changzheng stood cleverly, refilling their wine cups as soon as they were empty.

  He knew his father was not a softie, but a formidable and ruthless man who could kill at any time. Yesterday he eavesdropped on his father's conversation with Zhao Ziyang, only to realize what kind of person his old man should be.

  "Go and close the door." Zhao Zhen ordered his son to close the door, the noise of the guests made him feel uncomfortable drinking.

  Zhao Changzheng immediately put down the wine bottle and busied himself with this matter. After a while, he sent away the remaining two tables of guests and hung the "closed" sign on the door.

  Most of the night was Zhao Ziyang accompanying Zhao Ziyun drinking wine, and most of the afternoon was Zhao Ziyun accompanying Zhao Ziyang drinking wine.

  As he drank to his heart's content, Zhao Zi Yang took off his jacket, revealing a strong physique clad in a black tank top. His skin was exceptionally good, with a subtle glow emanating from the surface, making the girls envy and admire him.

  No matter what scars were left from before in the army or a little while ago, they all disappeared without a trace, just like shedding skin.

  A black Nepalese military knife was slanted and inserted into Zhao Zi Yang's lower back, moving with his body movements, releasing a cold breath in the air.

  "I'm telling you, brother, lend me your knife for a look." Zhao Zhen Rong put down his wine cup and pointed at Zhao Zi Yang's Nepalese military knife.

  "Hmm..."

  A sharp sound of a blade cutting through the air rang out, and Zhao Ziyang slapped his military knife on the table, indicating that Zhao Zhen let him take a look.

  "Good sword!" Zhao Zhen Rong praised without stopping.

  Just now this military sword simply swung slowly through the air and had such a sound, enough to see the difference of this knife.

  General Zhao felt the knife in his hand convey a sense of coldness, bloodthirstiness and ferocity beneath its calm exterior.

  This is a living knife, born from its blade having been permeated by the blood of countless lives, ultimately forming such a ferocious thing. Anyone who holds it will feel an urge to kill from the bottom of their heart, eager to find someone to try it out on immediately.

  "The sword is a good sword, but it's too murderous." Zhao Zhenrong stroked the blade and nodded: "This military sword was forged by the Gurkhas using traditional craftsmanship, made from high-quality steel that has been refined a hundred times."

  "What is high-quality refined iron?" Zhao Ziyang asked Zhao Jianzheng.

  "Tamahagane is iron that has been forged a hundred times, with almost all impurities removed. It's unparalleled by any alloy. However, nowadays nobody is willing to spend the enormous amount of manpower and resources required to forge a piece of tamahagane, only to then use it to create an almost impossible-to-make knife."

  Zhao Zhenrong lightly swung the Nepalese military knife, narrowing his eyes as he continued: "Tamahagane is hardly used because very few people can shape a piece of pure iron with removed impurities into a knife."

  This principle is clear to Zhao Ziyang, and after removing impurities, the density of refined iron is extremely high. After hundreds of times of forging, the density of refined iron can be imagined. High density proves its hardness, even if you use an iron hammer to hit it hundreds of times, it can only make this piece of refined iron change shape slightly.

  "If I'm not mistaken, this knife shouldn't be yours."

  "Not bad, this knife isn't mine." Zhao Ziyang nodded and stared into Zhao Zhengying's eyes, saying: "I want to re-melt it."

  It's clear that Zhao Zhen Rong is a man who understands knives. Even if he doesn't forge them himself, he knows people who can. This much is evident from his words just now.

  "It's time to reforge." Zhao Zhen Rong pushed the knife in front of Zhao Zi Yang, saying very seriously: "After reforging, the taste of this knife will disappear, and the new one will be yours."

  "Help me forge it into a three-edged spear." Zhao Ziyang pushed the knife in front of Zhao Jiongjiong again.

  A wry smile appeared on Zhao Zhen's face. He really didn't intend to forge a knife like this into a three-edged spear. Three-edged spears are cast, not hammered out, but there are also those that are hammered out. However, Zhao Zhen was unable to hammer out a three-edged spear.

  "Brother, I don't have the skill to forge it into a three-edged spear. I can only cast it into a three-edged spear, but that would be imperfect." Zhao Zhen said frankly.

  "Good!" Zhao Ziyang nodded vigorously to Zhao Zhengying: "I want the three-pronged thorn of the blood trough, the three-pronged blood trough set with the three-pronged thorn."

  The three ridges of the trident itself formed three large blood grooves, and Zhao Ziyang wanted to open six more blood grooves on the six sides of the three ridges, making the originally ferocious trident a standard killing tool.

  Perfection is not important, a knife is meant to kill, a good knife is one that can kill, if a knife is too perfect it's not necessarily a good thing.

  "Alright!" Zhao Zhen Rong agreed in one breath, carefully putting away the Nepalese military knife.

  Just then, the door of the Sichuan restaurant was pushed open and an old man with a walking stick and silver hair walked in wearing a traditional Chinese suit.

  The old man's back was not hunched, but rather straight, his face was full of wrinkles, but also ruddy and radiant, an old man who could give people a sense of longevity wherever he went.

  "Dad!" The moment he saw the old man, Zhao Zhen rushed to his feet and ran a few steps forward to support the old man who didn't need any support.

  "Grandpa!" Zhao Changzheng happily shouted and ran over to support the old man with Zhao Zhenzhen, one on each side.

  This is Zhao Zhenzhen's old father, the old man who wrote the word "Dao", one of the few national treasures still existing in China.

  Zhao Ziyang hastily stood up, slightly bowed his head and greeted the old man.

  "Hehe, sit down, don't be formal...". The old man motioned for Zhao Ziyang to take a seat, pushing aside his own grandson, Zhao Erxun, and sat down in front of Zhao Ziyang with the support of his grandson.

  The old man who sat down looked at Zhao Ziyang with a kind and benevolent gaze, using his turbid eyes to carefully examine him from head to toe, nodding repeatedly.

  "Old predecessor." Zhao Ziyang called out to the old man, wondering in his heart how Zhao Changzhen's grandfather had suddenly arrived.

  "Hahaha......" The old man with a dignified demeanor burst into loud laughter, pointing at Zhao Ziyang and saying: "I like this title, you calling me this makes me realize how I've spent most of my life, hahahaha..."

  For the old revolutionaries who have been through the stormy weather, those days are their pride, even if they were finally labeled as rightists and locked up in a cowshed to be criticized and struggled.

  Zhao Ziyang accompanied him with a smile, thinking about how to open the topic. However, when he was brewing how to speak best, the old man opened his mouth directly.

  "The chairman told us, to treat the enemy as autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, cold and merciless. To treat comrades like spring warmth. Unite all who can be united, the enemy of our enemy is forever our friend."

  The old man's words were right, and Zhao Ziyang was also very clear. He knew that the old man had come specifically for him, and it seemed that his purpose had already been known to the old man.

  "Yes, I've been doing this all along, but the current situation is a bit..."

  "When the enemy is knocked down, you must knock him down again before his enemies react." The old man waved his hand and continued to Zhao Ziyang: "Remember one thing, guerrilla warfare, looking at any war in the world, only guerrilla warfare cannot be defeated. Because they are flexible and changeable, making it difficult for the enemy to grasp, but you must remember that the ultimate goal of guerrilla warfare is to consume the enemy's strength in the guerrilla warfare, forcing them to give up and complete the occupation. Now large-scale wars are rare, and guerrilla warfare is the best tactic in any region."

  Guerrilla warfare, can mercenaries also fight guerrilla warfare?

  Zhao Ziyang was pondering, they were now lurking like guerrilla warfare, but this kind of guerrilla warfare was not easy to fight. The reason was that they did not belong to any country, and no matter how excellent their guerrilla warfare was, it could not withstand the political demands of a certain country.

  Politics is unpredictable, if a country wants to expel its hidden enemies, they will have to obediently roll out of the country. The national machine is not something they can contend with, even a very small country, because the other side has a broad mass base of people.

  Seeing Zhao Ziyang's tightly furrowed brow, the old man smiled slightly, dipped his finger in white wine and wrote two characters on the table before standing up to leave.

  "This little grandson of mine has been fond of fighting since he was a child, just like his father and me. If possible, I hope you can take him with you." The old man said to Zhao Ziyang, pulling the surprised-looking Zhao Changzhen forward.

  The old man wrote two words, Zhao Ziyang didn't even have time to react, he was shocked by what the old man said.

  "Old comrade, you should know my identity by now. Our lives are not guaranteed. Why didn't you send Zhang to join the army domestically, that way he could also be tempered?" Zhao Ziyang expressed his inner doubts.

  "Alas..." The old man let out a long sigh, pointing to the Taoist character he had written and muttered to himself: "Tao, if there is really such a thing as Tao, would I still need to write about it?"

  After finishing this sentence, the old man's waist suddenly stooped and he walked out step by step with his cane, disappearing into the crowd on the street.

  Zhao Zhen Rong watched his old father leave with his eyes, looked at Zhao Zi Yang, then looked at Zhao Chang Zheng, and suddenly let out a severe scolding: "Kneel down!"

  With a "thud", Zhao Changzheng's knees hit the ground, and he knelt straight in front of Zhao Zhenzhen.

  Zhao Zhenzhen was conducting family education, and Zhao Ziyang had no right to intervene, so he could only stand by and watch.

  "Starting today, I will no longer care about your affairs. From now on, your path is yours alone. After you leave, you are no longer called Zhao Changzheng, but Luo Xiangxiong."

  "Yes!" Zhao Changzheng stood up straight and replied affirmatively, his eyes firm and excited.

  Zhao Ziyang has completely become a passive person, he remembers that he hasn't agreed to Zhao Ziyang's request to take Zhao Changqing away, but it seems that he must take Zhao Changqing away.

  He didn't have a deep emotional connection with Zhao Zhenzhen, but the two words given by Old Man Zhao made him take Zhao Changzheng away.

  Puppet!

  What Zhao Lao left behind was two words: "puppet", and in an instant, Zhao Ziyang's heart became crystal clear.

  Puppeteering is not about doing the kind of thing that mercenaries often do, such as overthrowing a government, but rather about getting control of a country's government and making it one's own puppet government.

  This is a high-stakes gamble, and if you're not careful, you'll be crushed by the various countries. Once mercenaries get involved in politics, they are considered to have overstepped their bounds, and mercenaries who overstep their bounds will not be tolerated by governments, and will inevitably be eliminated.

  The sleeper has nothing to fear now, already at odds with the US government, and still needs to consider whether or not to cross the border?

  Old Zhao is playing with the Tao, it's a bloody and ruthless Tao that fills the sky!