Chapter: 2927

"The ice wolves are a very ruthless group of monsters. They are very united. If they appear, the treasure will probably belong to them."

"Hehe, I don't know how many people came to see the ice wolf tribe. I was lucky enough to meet Fern once. He is like a wolf god, and people can't touch him."

If Zhang Han and Chen Changqing didn't have spiritual consciousness, they would feel that these people are a group of strong men when they came in, but listening to their words, it was obvious that they were some melon-eating people who used to watch the excitement.

Chatting and chatting, the eyes of this group of people converged on Zhang Han and Chen Changqing again.

"These two yellow-skinned boys also came to join in the fun. They may not even be able to pass the Olympic sailing level."

"That's right, Mr. Olympic Sailing hates Chinese people the most."

"I heard that Lord Aofan likes chrysanthemums. They have delicate skin and tender flesh. It's impossible to pass without leaving some price."

"Hahaha."

"To get to the depths of the ice sheet, we first have to go through the military. They don't care much about it, but the second pass is the Olympic sailing master. Didn't the people who waited for them tell them that Olympic sailing hates Chinese people the most? Last time I met three of them, and they survived for two days and two nights without a single person. I think they were sent here by their enemies, or else they knew that Olympic Sailing was guarding the Southwest Road of Bingyuan, and they still walked from here, not looking for death or something.”

Some words and words made them look at Zhang Han and Chen Changqing with interest.

Ah Liu didn't talk about the Olympic sailing, because only he knew what kind of powerful fighting force these two young men from Huaguo represented.

Need to remind them to pay attention to the Olympic sailing that is only a master?

These people around are chatting quietly.

On the contrary, those thick and strong men that Chen Changqing noticed before were silent all the time, not because they were not good at words, but because they disdain to chat with each other like these people, who is so powerful, who is so powerful, who likes to pop chrysanthemums.

Only they and Zhang Han were relatively quiet present, waiting silently while drinking.

At eight o'clock, the man in the overcoat who had brought Zhang Han and the others in came in from behind with eight strong men in the same attire.

"Let's go, keep quiet on the road, don't make loud noises, and do what you are asked to do."

The man said a word, then took the lead and walked out.

Zhang Han and Chen Changqing got up and looked for a large off-road vehicle at the back. They didn't know if they didn't like it or what, but there were only the two of them and a driver in this vehicle.

Each car can seat six people, and there is more than enough room in these cars.

Buzz buzz!

A convoy set off, heading north of the town into the road, passing through a forest not far away, and then stepped into the edge of the northern ice sheet.

There is no road here, only ice and snow, but the snow deposited for many years looks like a calm water surface, but in fact the road conditions are unclear and dangerous. Fortunately, there are wheel marks leading to the inside here.

It can be said that the predecessors opened the way and the descendants took advantage of the cool.

The convoy drove straight in, and soon it seemed to have entered a snow-white world, like the middle of a desert, which made people feel a little depressing.

Maybe the direction can be distinguished according to the sun, but the sky here is gray and the driving takes about two hours.

Only then did he suddenly realize that there were helicopters patrolling back and forth in the air ahead.

After walking for another 20 minutes, I found that on both sides of the road ahead, I heard dozens of armed convoys from the military, and there were many tents beside the convoy.

After seeing this type of off-road convoy approaching, a dozen of them with real guns and ammunition stood on both sides of the road, and the leader, Summer Palm, asked him to stop.

After listening thoroughly and slowly, the co-pilot lowered the window, and the big man with the beard took out a certificate and handed it over.