"Dad?"

Ning Ye's eyes came, wanting to stop him, but he was stopped behind by Ye Chong.

Sun Shou and the others also looked at Ning Jin in unison.

There's only one thing they don't know all along, and that's five million.

Everyone wants to know what Ning Ye asked for these five million back then!

Including Ye Chong.

"I used to listen to you, but this time, Ono...... Can you let me have a good time?"

Ning Jin smiled with tears in his eyes, "Anyway, Ye Chong has already avenged us, the Ning Group is still ours, and my two legs have also been saved." When I say it now, I don't ask others to be pitied. I'm just telling the truth and letting you, the respected vice-captain, don't misunderstand, don't look down on my son of Ning Jin!"

"Actually, I only found out after Ono retired. Those five million. When I asked, Ono didn't say anything. When my son asks Lao Tzu for money, it's not a matter of course. But when Lao Tzu is old, he must give his son money, which is a matter of course......"

In the narrow staircase corridor, everyone stood dumbfounded. Watch, listen.

A piece of the past.

But after everyone listened, some people couldn't hold back anymore and shed tears. Ye Chong's face was even more ashamed, and he hugged Ning Ye's neck hard and took him into his arms.

The body trembled. His face was buried in his robe, and there was a whimper.

Ye Chong cried, but he just didn't want people to see it.

Everyone knows that after enlisting in the army, soldiers in ordinary troops have holidays during their service. But the special forces are not, they don't have holidays, and even the phone calls to their families are restricted. And Chi Yao, the trump card of this trump card, the Southern Blade, is not only that, it can even be said that there is no half of freedom.

Don't mention your name, you can't even control your own life.

Two years ago, on a rainy night, Chi Yao was carrying out his hundredth mission after its establishment.

There are zeros and wholes, the circle is complete, and the numbers are auspicious, just like the members of Chiyao.

The hundredth mission, one hundred members of Chiyao, all dispatched.

The opponent is an ace mercenary from a foreign barbarian.

The location is the periphery of a military base somewhere in China.

The mountains are stacked, the grass is verdant, and the birds are flying in the sky.

Everything seemed very quiet and soft, but every member of Chiyao had no intention of watching the scenery, and everyone's faces were more solemn than ever.

Because this time, they have a lot of responsibility and don't have much chance of winning.

With a hundred members, it can be called a sharp blade in the south. But the opponent has five hundred!

A full 500 ace special forces stepped into the country without realizing it, and also went deep into the hinterland of China. This is Chi Yao's shame, but if he can't kill these five hundred barbarians in this mountain, this is not only Chi Yao's shame, but also the shame of the entire Southern War Zone!

It rained all night, and they fought all night.

In the end, it was Chi Yao who finally won, and all the barbarians in the future will be killed.

Ke Chiyao, win miserably!

One hundred members, when the rain sets and the sun rises, only seventy are alive.

In just one battle, he lost thirty brothers who accompanied him day and night. As soon as he entered Chiyao, he could only take Huaxia as his surname and his code name as his name. And when they die in battle, the members of Chiyao can have their own names and pasts.

And because of this, after the battle. Ning Ye finally knew the names and past of these thirty brothers.

One of them is the fat pig who died with the three barbarians and shouted "I will be a descendant of Yan and Huang in the next life".

Fat pig is his code name.

This fat man with one mouth who can eat all the meat in the Chiyao base, no one expected that he would be an orphan who grew up in an orphanage. Looking at the fat man's relics, Ning Ye knew that this dead fat man, who had no meat and no joy, actually saved all the military camp allowances, and donated all of them to the orphanage.

This fat man, who always rubs other people's rations, wrote in his suicide note that he wants to raise the orphans in the orphanage, so that these children can not only be warmed and fed, but also become the next batch of fighting forces of Chiyao.

Ning Ye was moved.

But this is only one of thirty good brothers who have passed away. There is also a member, codenamed Blood Pigeon, who is a soft Jiangnan woman, a small family jasper who doesn't like women's clothes and loves Rong clothes, and it is the object that he Ning Ye never dares to say, but has always had a deep crush.

It wasn't until the death of the blood pigeon that Ning Ye knew that the girl who loved to bully him the most on weekdays actually had the same thoughts as the fat man. It was even in the suicide note. wrote that she wanted her brothers and sisters to be like her, wearing a military uniform and carrying a steel gun, to become Chi Yao's endless successor.

Even when the blood pigeon died in battle, several brothers and sisters of the blood pigeon. In his hometown, he was wearing patched clothes and eating meatless meals.

In Chi Yao's hundredth battle, one hundred members died thirty. And these thirty people, without exception, all have a vision to continue the fire for Chiyao.

Ning Ye felt that he couldn't help it.

These were originally barren people. These beloved robes who came out of the suffering, and they had such a dream when they died, so that he, the young master who was born with a golden key, felt that he should do something.

So he found the old chief, exchanged all the honors he had received in the past for a day off, and put aside the hurry. Only a one-hour vacation at home.

On the same rainy night, when Ning Ye arrived home, he didn't have time to comfort his parents, and made an unreasonable request for money.

Million.

Raising orphans in orphanages, sponsoring brothers and sisters in red robes, and many more children who were regarded as spark by the deceased robes. In the name of the code name [One Hundred]. Privately funded.

Chi Yao once had a hundred members, and Chi Yao did not disperse, so the word [Chi Yao] could not be presented to the world.

[One hundred] is the code name that Ning Ye gave Chi Yao.

Five million is the fire that Ning Ye wants to plant for these robe gates who will be members of Chiyao forever even if they die.

But no one expected it. Five years have passed, and Chi Yao is still scattered.

But Ning Ye's heart is not dead, and it is precisely because of this that he persistently calls Ye Chong [Second Brother].

Because of this, he still decided to stick to the wishes of the deceased and cultivate the fire. I don't want to see the spark of the spark, I just want him to be worthy of those heavenly heroes.

Moreover, Chi Yao's last battle was to die in a mysterious team from the north. Those heroic souls died in battle, and they were not even eligible to enjoy the treatment of martyrs. Even the pension is pitiful.

It's just that Ning Ye didn't dare to face those family members who had passed away. So he told Ning Jin everything, and asked Ning Jin to replace himself to subsidize the relatives of the deceased robes, and to subsidize the children who were once regarded as red sparks by the deceased robes.

Except for going to Yunhai City and sending Lu Feng on his last journey, Ning Ye did not leave home once.

Done for you. It's Ning Jin. Back then, it was only 5 million, but this time, it was 50 million, and it was just the beginning.

And Ning Jin did not refuse.

Running around China, Ning Jin didn't even have time to pay attention to the affairs of the group, which gave Ning Jun's father and son an opportunity to take advantage of the Ning Group as their own.

"I'm sorry. ”

Ye Chong's voice trembled.

"Second brother, it should be. Ning Ye smirked, "Actually, I feel like I'm suffering from post-war depression, so I want to do something." It's really working, I used to be unable to sleep all night, but now it's much better. Especially ......"

"Especially...... Second brother...... When you still allow me to call you second brother. ”

"And the second brother. In fact, you don't have to blame yourself, that battle was not your fault at all, you were the commander, but there was no mistake in every battle order. We are defeated...... Just because they're too strong. ”

"Second brother, the living brothers are also very good. Many brothers are using the 50 million to operate, using Chiyao's way, and using our own way to cultivate those children who are regarded as spark by fat pigs and blood pigeons. They know you're guilty, so they don't dare to contact you, and they've been asking me about you. They said...... What if the red light is scattered? There is also fire. In a few years, when our Chiyao's spark grows up, it will be the new Chiyao! Second brother, it will also be their eternal second brother!"

"When the time comes, the children will have to call you second uncle!"

"But the brothers also said that they would curse people in the future. You can't scold [fuck your uncle], because their uncle ...... I can only scold [your second uncle]! This is the bitter gourd guy's original words, it's quite cola, but no one laughs. ”

Ning Ye was still babbling, and this time he said more than all the words he said after retiring.

And Ye Chong couldn't hold it back anymore, hugged Ning Ye tighter, and strangled Ning Ye's neck, almost making him breathless.

For a long time, Ye Chong muttered in a voice that only he and Ning Ye could hear, "Chi Yao will not disperse, with us, Chi Yao will always be there." ”

……

On the highway 100 miles north of Qingyuan County, three Toyotas roared and galloped.

In the first car, there were Ma Hong, the second disciple of the Skull Water Dragon King, Zhao He, the third disciple, and Sha, the ninth disciple.

In the last two cars, there are more than a dozen martial arts powerhouses who are acquired after tomorrow.

Destination, Qingyuan County.

Target, Ye Chong.

……

The southern part of Qingyuan County. It's a rolling mountain.

Changing the robe, An Qing'er, who was dressed in casual clothes, like a vigorous jade rabbit, fell together and walked out of the mountain.

Ten miles west of where she was now was, a dead pool.

A few withered figures. was muttering in a heap, and beside them, there was a medicine farmer tied up with five flowers.

Old side.