I think it's absolutely true that the backbone of the storm team is orphans and outcasts. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info For example, although I can confirm the existence of my parents, it is better than nothing.

My mother left early, but I followed her last name. Her name is Duanmu Chuanrong, she is a Chinese, in the era of China's "feeding" (after surviving the crisis of national annihilation, since 1959, China has sent a large number of various human, material and financial resources to support the Soviet Union and help the Soviet Union tide over the difficulties), stepped on the train with "go to Eastern Europe, go to Siberia, and help the Soviet brothers rebuild the motherland", came to the Soviet Union, and also caught up with the Third World Revolutionary War in Moscow.

The story about the mother, that's pretty much the end of it, not even a single photo. After that, everyone and every piece of information told me the same thing: my father took my mother and me to my father's war zone in the United States, and then my mother was attacked in a strange way, and my mother died trying to save my father. At this point, I don't remember anything except for a name called Duanmu Chuanrong, the warm hands that vaguely touched my forehead, and the long skirts and long sleeves that often appeared in my mind. My impression of my mother is already so vague, let alone my father, who is my biological father, what does he look like, why did he leave his mother, where is he now, dead or alive...... No one has been able to answer all these questions, and I don't expect to be solved, for this is a mystery forever.

That's right, biological father. I also have an adoptive father, who is ...... That is, the man my mother married, Verradimo Ulyanov. Although I was reluctant, I came up with a Russian name at the request of my adoptive father: Makyebka Verradimo Ulyanov (privately I always called myself Makyebka Villadimo Duanmu to my close friends, but I never told them that I also had a Chinese name called Duanmu Zhaokang; The Russian propaganda mouthpiece will not allow me to have a name other than Makyebka Viladimo Ulyanov). After the early death of my mother, the loved one who really raised me through my childhood was my adoptive father, Grand Marshal Vila Dimore.

I don't know why, my adoptive father didn't remarry. My mother is dead, so why does he treat me as his own? Why didn't he find a wife to carry on his lineage? Why...... I haven't asked a lot of whys, and I can't ask anymore. Like my mother, my adoptive father was alone, but he came from a large family with a long history, and he and I were the only ones left in the family, a total of one and a half members.

When I was 3 years old, he threw me a knife and told me to lift the heavy murder weapon and cut off a living chicken's head. It took a night of bitter cold winds and unbearable hunger to wrestle with compassion before I cried and annihilated the first life I had wiped out in my bloody life.

He told me that tears are priceless for women and worthless for men, especially soldiers.

"Wipe away your tears! Don't cry, turn your sadness into anger when you want to cry, and seek revenge on the person who made you sad! "My adoptive father taught me how to be a human being. There is no love in his dictionary, and there is no "tolerance", "kindness", "kindness", "friendliness", "sympathy...... There is only "power". I know for myself that my ruthless personality comes from Villadimore's words and deeds.

It was much later that I learned that my adoptive father was the leader of the Russian Resistance Army, and that he had relied on his own iron fist to support the endgame when the Resistance was at its most critical.

Later, my adoptive father left the Soviet Union and came to the United States. I met Prime Minister Lomanov once, and for the first time, my adoptive father smiled sincerely. "This is the Prime Minister of the USSR, the warrior of the Fatherland, Comrade Lomanov!" I remember my adoptive father smiling happily and trust written all over his face. It couldn't be, he never trusted anyone.

But the matter passed quickly. The war to liberate the world was in full swing, and the newspapers were full of the generalissimo's uniform full of medals and decisive victories under the smiling face with a full beard. Everyone was congratulating Soviet Russia on having such a great military strategist, but I was indifferent.

"Your father is really a pillar of the motherland." When Daxia and I were just ordinary classmates, she once praised it so enviously. There are not many people in the school who can praise and envy the red princess, and getting one is a great grace for the whole class, but I don't feel anything.

I can't say that there is no feeling, I am feeling the opposite. I always feel like something bad is going to happen.

Bad things are still coming. Like the prophet, I was aware of it before the September mutiny. That is, on the day my adoptive father was buried in the sea, I didn't say a word for a day, but overnight, like a Buddha had an epiphany, I saw through every human heart I saw. I don't know what's going on, I just know I can't cry.

I also know that sacrifice is the destiny of soldiers; But remembering the selfless trust between close friends when his adoptive father and Lomanov got along...... I would never believe that my adoptive father was the kind of person who would betray the revolution for the sake of his good friend's power! Even if he wants to rebel, it cannot be in Washington, but in Moscow!

It's useless to say anything. "Glorious 1956", synonymous with the soul of the army and the pride of the motherland, has now become a *** group. 64 stars fell, and only 25 remained in the career. Families were sent to Siberia, and the underage males were faced with two choices: either to mine or join the storm team. There is no doubt that although they are dead, the storm team still has an invisible way to live, and when they get to the mine, they are really completely finished. Maybe it's a coincidence, maybe it's fate, we'd rather die on the battlefield than live in the mines. I remember that Granzang once said that when he left home to enlist in the army, his mother sent him off with tears, and it became a farewell three days later; Izazinka too, a family of 20 people left only 6 people before he set out on the expedition, and now they are scattered all over the place, and it is impossible to tell who is who.

That's right, too. We are a family of military souls, and our ancestors together are the pillars of the great cause of revenge of the entire Soviet Union. From the Ural Mountains to Siberia, from Yekaterinburg to Moscow, from Havana to Alaska, every inch of land is condensed with the life's work of the 89 brilliant stars of "Glory 1956" led by Villadimore! Even if...... Even if my adoptive father really committed treason, there were only 13 generals who participated in the so-called "September Mutiny", but there were 89 targets for Lomanov's liquidation, which happened to be all the 89 generals of "Glory 1956"!

The retribution for their own selfish purges was too quick: the second-line forces formed by the Canadians recaptured the Pentagon during the Second Battle of Washington, and the news of the Allied "reconquest of Washington" made the front page headlines of all Allied national newspapers; In the Third Battle of St. Louisiana, even with the Psychic Beacon, it was not possible to avoid the Allied return to the East Coast of the United States for a time; In the Fourth Battle of Florida, due to the wrong command of the stupid and incompetent new generals, the Allies set up a chrono-spacer in the hinterland of the Allied Army's occupation of the United States, and it took four hours to send an army group to Moscow, and no one could stop it; What's even more ridiculous is that the Moscow Defense Force, which was considered absolutely loyal and brave in the era of Villadimore, actually chose to take refuge in the *** traitor Yuri, and they couldn't even stop a well-equipped but hastily prepared reserve army of Washabi Adams, and Marshal Mosvenk Sr. had to let Vassabi and Yuri kill each other for a while to weaken the enemy's strength before attacking Yuri in Moscow......

That is, because of the absence of these excellent defenders of the motherland, in less than two years, Yuri's followers have developed and grown all over the world, and in 1979 some people openly complained: "I have always obeyed the command of Generalissimo Villadimore, who has always obeyed ***, and I have never been so cowardly as I am now; How come it is that now that he has gotten rid of Villadimore, he has put the blame for the defeat on him? ”

In any case, all the grievances of the past ten years, all the past, now, it is time to make a break. Today, which we all gambled for our lives, I waited for ten years to turn to the coming moment on the clock dial.