Apocalypse Cockroach: Seventy-two past events

"Taro, why are you kid? Why don’t they let us live in a small building? You have to pave the ground at the gate? Your kid was born in a blessing, but I don’t know how many blessings there are. Little girl? There are quite a few years of age with you. Maybe a little girl will look at you. Hey, when the time comes, hey, it’s cheaper for you kid. · · · ·"

Uncle Yun lying in the machine gun nest at the gate looking up at the starry sky, complaining about taro in his mouth. Originally Mu Peipei had let them both enjoy the best treatment, supply the best supplies, taro did not die, He had to pull him to the gate, saying that Zhang Xiaoqiang only let him keep the door, not let him do anything else.

Uncle Yun knows the meaning of Zhang Xiaoqiang. As long as they live in the women’s barracks, they achieve the goal of keeping the goal. What's the point of making themselves comfortable? In particular, there are no men in the women’s barracks. As a middle-aged uncle, he has harvested the charming eyes of several young women, which made his bones crisp. He thought that he could be a tree every spring, and he was given a stunned boy. Uncle Yun had to complain about his life of sex.

Taro just didn’t speak. He hated the women’s barracks. It wasn’t because the women soldiers beat him. He still ate the fight. It was Mu Peipei. They treated Huang Quan like that. Huang Quan had broken an arm. Mu Peipei started for no reason. Isn't it bullying? You know that Taro respects two people most in his life. One is Zhang Xiaoqiang. He is single against the giant fish, and he is not afraid of fear.

One is Huang Quan. lakeside cuts fifty people in a row. He stands in a blood bath and is a true blood warrior. Huang Quan did not disappoint him. Even at the last moment, the absolutely powerful Mu Peipei can be embarrassed. It can be said that the Huangquan Church What is his real courage.

"Card · · · wipe · · ·" ​​taro pulls the bolt of the light machine gun, stroking the pattern of engineering plastic on the machine gun handle, looking up to see the moon in the sky like a basin, the silver moonlight pouring down, fading the night, will There was a cold silver world around him.

"Taro, aren't you too young? Are you sixteen years old?"

Uncle Yun has been nagging for a long time, and seeing the silly boy around him ignores it and is not annoying. He talked about the topic of taro. To say that he and taro are not in the same village. He became a partner. The two were together no matter what they did. They even joined the official team and made a vow to be together. He had never married a daughter-in-law, had no offspring, and regarded Taro as a son in his heart. He thought Taro was very close to him. Like, when he was young.

"I am still 16 years old in one month and three days. I used to lay egg noodles at home in the past. No one had · · · · · · · · this year

Uncle Yun raised the taro's sadness and said half of it. Taro couldn't talk anymore. With Yuehua staring at the light machine gun in front of him, a drop of crystal water stains fell on the black gun handle, splashing a little splash of water.

Uncle Yun didn’t know that the taro was weeping. He twiddled his body to make himself more comfortable and comforted the taro:

"Taro, don’t think about it so much, you want to cry, the more you cry, the more difficult it is for us to live to the present, really not easy, if we can live, just live alive, I know you look down on me · · · · ·"

"Uncle Yun, not · · · ·" Taro wiped a tear and interrupted Uncle Yun, but was stopped by Uncle Yun's empty hand.

"Taro, you still don’t understand. Heroes are not so good. When I was younger, I was more aggressive than you. If my words were slightly wrong, I would move with others. What if I won? What happened? , I still have to lose money to buy medicine at home, my family is poor, I can’t afford it, my dad knelt down and bowed to others, so that I wouldn’t be put in prison.

I remember that year, when my father was in his fifties, he had no skills at home and could only plan food in the soil. I did not strive to be a **** outside every day. It was still the least capable bastard. Three months after someone else couldn’t get out of bed, my parents sold all the pigs and cattle, and the chickens and ducks were sold. The big wooden cabinet for my sister’s dowry and the clothes for the cages were also sold.

All sold · · · · all sold, not enough, my mother went to wash clothes for others, cook, serve them with **** and urine, I am stunned, I rushed, I am not reconciled, I want Go find them, my dad kneels down for me, my dad's tens of years old kneel down for me, beg me, at that moment, I swear, I want to be a person, to be a Old Ren Shi who is also beaten when faced, Not for others, just for my dad, my mom, and the elder sister who got married and didn't even have good clothes. "

Uncle Yun’s tears came down. He pressed his heart for decades and was poked out. He looked up at the night sky and wanted to put his tears back. It seemed to be recalling the young man’s frivolousness, recalling his father’s staggering back. .

"It took a long time for me to know that my father used to be more aggressive than me. His comrades told me that he had served as a soldier and fought in the Vietnam War. He kept a cat’s ear hole alone, and his fellow comrades died. He stayed alone for half a month and had no contact with the rear. He stayed for half a month by eating ants and drinking dew~IndoMTL.com~ repelled dozens of waves of offense and went crazy. My father only knew to keep the cave, no matter what It’s on their own side, or on the Vietnamese devil’s side, as long as someone approaches him, they fight.

Finally, he was captured, captured by himself. He was already mad, and there were people on both sides who died in his hands. The army did not trouble him, so he left the army, nothing fell, only stayed. The next time he was injured, he died, died of illness and had no money to treat him. Only one of his comrades came to see him, and no one knew he was a hero. "

"Ah!!!!!!" Uncle Yun stood up and howled at the empty four nights.

"That · · · Grandpa Yun's comrades?" Taro asked quietly.

"He said, he owes my father two lives. He wants to give money to my father. My father refuses to ask for it. My father said that he owes seven lives to the country. What else does he use? Taro, heroes are not that good Right, the word hero will leave you with a lifetime."

The moon is like frost, and the cold is frozen. At the gate of the female soldiers camp, Uncle Yun and Taro no longer spoke. Taro tasted Uncle Yun carefully, even admiring Uncle Yun’s father, a little blood reverberates in his heart, Suddenly remembered something, took out a pack of cigarettes from the shoulder bag and threw it to Uncle Yun.

"Uncle Yun, this was given to me by the search team's big brothers. I always wanted to give it to you. If you always forget it, you can smoke it. It's so smoky. I used to sell 10 yuan a pack."

Uncle Yun took a look at the cigarette, and in his hand was the hard shell "Red Golden Dragon" with ten dollars, grinning:

"Your kid has a little conscience, this red golden dragon is a good smoke for our happy events there, yes, it is better than the three dollars "Golden Dragon" I used to smoke."

Finally, Uncle Yun opened the package and lit the cigarette. The fire in his hand had not been extinguished. A gunshot sounded and a fluorescent bullet whizzed past him.

"Spit · · · · · enemy · · · get down · · · · · ·"