Gaddafi felt as if he was standing on the roof, looking at the table full of things, looking at his kind mother, and Gaddafi's tears could not help but fall. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Gaddafi wanted to call his mother loudly, but no matter how Gaddafi shouted, his mother still did not react, which made Gaddafi suddenly very painful.

Suddenly, the mother in front of her disappeared, disappearing into the dreamlike smoke, and the smoke in front of Gaddafi also drifted away with the wind, and a chill invaded the depths of Gaddafi's bones at one time.

This made him convulsive, and Gaddafi hurriedly beat his mouth with a cigarette with a trembling hand, and took a hard breath, "Ahem...... Whew......".

The smoke from Gaddafi's breath filled the air and tumbled, and the white and desolate moonlight shone on the smoke in front of Gaddafi's eyes, refracting a dreamlike light.

Gaddafi saw his beautiful and virtuous wife, washing clothes by the river, a pair of white hands were a little red from the cold, Gaddafi felt as if he was standing in the treetops, looking at his hard-working and virtuous wife from a distance, and his wife's beautiful face had a hopeful smile.

She must be longing for Gaddafi to return to him as soon as possible, Gaddafi tried to shout the name of his beloved wife, but Gaddafi's wife didn't seem to hear his shouts, Gaddafi began to shout his wife's name heartbreakingly, still no response, which made Gaddafi extremely sad.

Suddenly, Gaddafi's beautiful wife disappeared into the wind, like a stone being thrown into the calm surface of the lake, causing ripples......

Gaddafi tried several times to put his hand to his lips, but without success, he felt that he was running out of strength, but Gaddafi still had a wish in his heart, he wanted to see his lovely daughter.

Gaddafi tried his best, put the hand that was already unconscious to his lips tremblingly, and used the last strength of his life to take a puff of cigarette:

"Ahem...... Whew......".

The smoke from Gaddafi's breath filled the air, tumbling and tumbling, and the smoke in front of Gaddafi's eyes illuminated by the bleak white moonlight reflected a dreamlike light.

Gaddafi saw his lovely daughter playing carefree in the grass, her golden hair, shining in the morning glow, her pink face, curved eyebrows, and talking eyes twinkling as brightly as stars in the night sky.

Her joyful and happy laughter infected the grass around him, they danced merrily for her in the breeze, her happiness infected the birds, they sang for her happiness!

Gaddafi felt that he was standing in the clouds, he wanted to hug his lovely daughter, let her be coquettish in his arms, call dad in his arms, and when she was naughty, Gaddafi would also use his beard to prick her pink little face, which caused her to laugh "giggles".

Gaddafi screamed his daughter's name with all his might, screaming his daughter's name with heartbreak, and screaming his daughter's name in pain......

Gaddafi died, holding a half-cut cigarette in his hand, his blood staining the land beneath him, his face with happiness, nostalgia, and reluctance.

O'Neill led a team of 80 men to the easternmost oil well, facing the surging charge of the Soviet cavalry, and the Soviet army's fearless spirit infected every "direct commando".

Both sides were fighting to the death for their respective goals, and the horses and cavalry on them were knocked down by a barrage of stormy barrage, but the Soviet cavalry continued to storm O'Neill's defense.

"Dada...... Bumper ......"

The gunfire of "Bumper" is the gunfire of the Soviet cavalry, their marksmanship is very good, the casualties on O'Neill's side are gradually increasing, and even O'Neill almost went to see Hades.

A bullet hit O'Neill's steel helmet and directly hit a piercing, but fortunately, the bullet only cut off a piece of O'Neill's scalp and did not kill O'Neill, but the blood kept pouring out.

O'Neill's single soldier pit was him and a communicator, who was also fighting with a gun at this time, he didn't know that O'Neill had been injured, and O'Neill was unwilling to let the communicator help him in such a critical situation.

At this time, O'Neill's face was covered with blood, and even his eyes were covered with blood, even if O'Neill wanted to insist on shooting, it was impossible, O'Neill had to squat down, quickly took out the medical bag on his body, and groped for himself to bandage his injured head.

Although O'Neill's wrap was ugly, he almost wrapped his head into a dumpling, but the effect was still quite good, and the effect of hemostatic gauze soon made O'Neal's wound stop bleeding.

O'Neill, who had finished bandaging, did not rest, stood up, picked up his submachine gun and began to shoot fiercely at the tide of Soviet cavalry:

"Da Da ......"

The muzzle of the P40 submachine gun spewed out a scorching flame, allowing the bullet to pierce the night sky with its scorching death breath, and burrow into the horses and bodies of the Soviet cavalry.

The blood from the bullet splattered everywhere, and life disappeared without a trace in an instant, "Ah!! O'Neill seemed to hear a scream from his communicator, and O'Neill quickly turned his head to see that most of his communicator's head was gone.

A bullet hit the communicator's forehead, went into a small hole, and came out with a large hole, and most of the communicator's head was taken away by the bullet, and the back half of the skull of the entire head was gone, and the cerebral marrow in the brain cavity flew in all directions, and the white and red splashed around the individual bunker.

Even O'Neill's face was splashed with a piece of white and red brain marrow, because there was blood on it, it was very slippery, so the fast signal soldier brain marrow hanging on O'Neill's face slowly slid down under the action of gravity.

O'Neill didn't feel disgusted, it was a part of his brother's body, what was there to be disgusted! Maybe it's your turn next. O'Neill didn't wipe the bloody marrow with his hands, leaving him to hang leisurely on his face.

"Dada...... Bumper ...... Boom...... Kill the Germans......"

"Ulla...... Ula ......"

"Dada...... Give me a hateful beating of Soviet cowards......"

The ground was full of stumps and broken arms, blood flowed like a stream, and the mutilated corpses, including war horses, people, and countless pieces of flesh, could not tell whether they belonged to people or horses.

Life is like a speck of dust in this battlefield of blood and fire, and it is blown off by the wind without a trace in an instant.

Despite heavy casualties, the Soviet cavalry still charged fearlessly and galloped.

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[Brothers, do you have a monthly pass?] (To be continued.) )