I've always thought that I wasn't the right person to be an official, especially not a battlefield commander who controls the overall situation on the battlefield.

I will not see my brother sinned, nor will I see my brother's blood.

I'm going crazy with this blood!

If it weren't for the seriously injured armed police captain, the old brother yelling for people to get off my gun, if it weren't for Jiang Kuan hugging me tightly......

I think I'm still in a military prison, or lying in some deserted cemetery!

The reinforced armed police brothers arrived at the scene of the riot in advance, and the riot quickly subsided, and we returned to our base.

I was sent straight to the confinement cell......

The wound on my head was best treated by the doctors at the Army Hospital, and I barely felt much pain.

But my heart hurts, it hurts, it hurts!

I can't figure it out!

Why?

Opposite us are obviously those splinter gangsters, and our snipers have even locked on those splinter gangsters who are inciting trouble, and they can definitely kill them with one hit!

Why did our bosses give death orders forbidding us to shoot?

Brothers are like siblings, everyone knows this sentence. In particular, my brothers and I wore the same vests, practiced the same routines, suffered the same hardships, and suffered the same sins......

I dare say that the only thing in the world that can be compared to the brotherly relationship cultivated in this environment is probably the great maternal love.

But my brother is gone before my eyes, but I cannot avenge my brother, even if the enemy who killed my brother is right in front of me!

There is also an old saying that the hatred of killing one's father and taking one's wife is unforgivable!

Our elders treat us like fathers treat their own sons.

Usually, we can agree with or endure the harshness and even harsh criticism of the bosses, in order to know that the bosses love us from the heart, but this kind of love is always hidden under strict military regulations and is not so easy to be noticed!

But the Maizi brothers are gone, and one of the eldest children's children is gone!

Why are the bosses so ruthless that they don't avenge the Maizi brothers? Don't you avenge your children? Don't even allow the other children to take revenge?

What the fuck is going on???

I was tormented by these questions and thoughts.

I couldn't sleep, and I didn't want to eat a bite of food, even if it was a sick meal from Grandpa Cook!

I just want to smoke!

I asked my brother for a cigarette, and the boss who brought me food. And they smoked one cigarette after another, until the whole confinement chamber seemed to be on fire and smoked out of the window.

I racked my brain to think about the problem in my heart, but I couldn't figure it out, so I howled hard, like a wolf!

The brother on guard outside the confinement couldn't stand my howl after howl, so he opened the small window on the door of the confinement room and said bald, don't you howl?

This is a confinement room, which is quite far from the dormitory, or if you howl like this, the big guy will not pass!

Bald, the Maizi brothers are gone, and the brothers are very sad and sad. But you can't do that, can you? You haven't eaten or drunk for two days, and you're just smoking. If you keep going like this, you'll die! Bald, why don't you eat something?

I looked at my brother who was guarding me with red eyes and said I want to drink! I can't figure it out, I have a headache, I want to sleep but I can't, I want to drink!

My brother who was guarding me was dumbfounded.

In our place, not to mention that alcohol is usually absolutely prohibited, and private people are not allowed to hide alcohol, even if there is alcohol, there is no place for me to find it in the middle of the night, right?

My brother and I were staring at me in a daze, when I suddenly saw two shadows in the darkness behind the sentry!

Then the shadow walked under the light at the door of the confinement room, and I saw that it was the instructor and the cooking master.

The instructor just looked at me silently, holding two boxes of Hongtashan cigarettes in his hands. The boss also looked at me quietly, holding a large basin in his hand and the bottleneck of two wine bottles in his trouser pocket.

The instructor said to my brother who was guarding me to open the confinement room, and then you stand far away and go to the sentry!

The door of the confinement room opened, and the cook came in and put down the basin, and then took out two bottles of Xinjiang beer from his trouser pocket and set them aside.

The instructor sat down in front of me, threw the two boxes of cigarettes on the table, and slapped the beer bottle open.

The instructor picked up a bottle of beer first, looked at me and said bald, let's drink one?

I picked up the bottle and drank. Even though my mouth and throat were stung by the cold beer, I took a big sip.

The instructor pointed to the dishes in the big basin and said bald, you should eat them all!

I ate it, gritted my teeth and devoured it, and even though I couldn't taste anything, I still stuffed my mouth like I was trying to eat.

The food and drink were soon gone, so the instructor lit a cigarette, looked at me and said bald, do you know why you are locked up?

I just looked at the instructor with a straight eyebrow and said, "Why aren't we allowed to shoot?"

The instructor took a hard puff on his cigarette, and then said to me, bald, why do you want to lock you up? Think about it!

I still didn't pay attention to the instructor's question, but I still glared at the instructor with my neck and said, "Why don't you let us shoot?"

The instructor stood up and turned around to look out the window and said bald, what do you have to do with Maizi? Let's talk about the relationship between those of us who are grassroots officials and Maizi?

I looked at the back of the instructor and said that Maizi and I are brothers! You, I used to think that you were the elder brother of the Maizi brothers, or even your father and uncle, but now ......

I have never seen a father or uncle who was indifferent to the murder of his son and nephew, and even let the murderer escape!

The instructor stood in front of the window and sneered!

The instructor said bald, think about it, what kind of place is Maizi from? What is Maizi's surname? Think about the boss ...... with the same surname as the Maizi brothers.

I was a little stunned.

The Maizi brothers' surnames are relatively small, and one of our senior bosses has the same surname as Maizi!

It won't be ......

The instructor turned to look at me and nodded, and said, "You should have guessed it, right?" Then I'll tell you, when you reported the situation, Maizi's old father was standing next to the communicator!

It was the old man himself who gave the order not to shoot!

It was the Maizi brothers' own father who would not let you avenge his son and his only son!

I heard that you were a ** Mao who was desperately shouting to kill the rioting crowd in front of you, how many people can you kill?

A hundred? A thousand?

You should know that as long as the old man gave an order at that time, how much lethality could the surrounding tens of thousands of troops have? The entire county, and even the surrounding areas where riots took place, can be turned into a desert again in just half an hour!

But why didn't the old man give the order???

Your ** Mao has been a soldier for a long time, you know to respect your superiors, abide by military regulations, usually Lao Tzu gives an order, you ** Mao can also complete the task quite beautifully!

In your heart, you ** Mao is fighting for your Kuangming brother, your instructor, and your Maizi brother!

But do you know, who are your brother Kuangming, your instructor, and those brothers you died fighting for?

They are for our country, for the good people who make up this country!

You ** Mao has figured out to Lao Tzu, is your kid a member of the national army, or a member of a private army!? Is this the army, or the Juyi Hall of Shuibo Liangshan?