Xiao Hongjun can not care about the sacrifice of the first son, or he can not care about the sacrifice of the second son, and even the sacrifice of the first four sons He can not care, but it is impossible for him not to care about the life and death of only his son anyway.

For him, Xiao Yuanchao is actually his life, the only son, and the only spiritual sustenance.

"Only one piece that you wear. I used to fight in self-defense, and we didn't have body armor at that time, we were shirtless, and we were used to it. Xiao Hongjun said.

"How old are you now? How much money have you not trained? Yes? Xiao Yuanchao walked up to Xiao Hongjun and questioned his father angrily.

In the past, Xiao Hongjun was a god of war, but he is too old now, he is already old, really old.

"I ...... Hehehe......" Xiao Hongjun smiled, raised his hand to put the bulletproof vest far away, and said to Xiao Yuanchao: "There is only one, I won't wear it, and you won't wear it, it's better to throw it away, hehehe......"

Xiao Hongjun threw away the bulletproof vest lightly, and his face was still flattering to his son. In their family, he was no longer the biggest, and the only son became the biggest.

Xiao Yuanchao stared at his father, gritting his teeth hard, his eyes became even redder, and even a little wet.

"Get out of the way!"

Xiao Hongjun suddenly let out a roar and raised his gun to shoot behind Xiao Yuanchao.

"Bang!"

The gunshot rang out, and a **-year-old child who didn't know where to come out was shot in the head by Xiao Hongjun.

Fierce, brutal, decisive...... All the factors that should be on the battlefield came out of the old Xiao Hongjun.

Shoot a child, he didn't hesitate at all, because he crawled out of the sea of corpses and blood in the self-defense counterattack!

"After the war, I was a hero, and during the war, I was a murderer and a butcher." Xiao Hongjun, who killed a child with a gesture, looked at his son and said to him: "The professional ethics of soldiers are all bullshit, that's the saying of a loser." Back then, on the Laoshan front, we ......"

"Slaughter, not a single one is left." Xiao Yuanchao stared at Xiao Hongjun and said.

Xiao Hongjun nodded, there was no uncomfortable look in his eyes, and he accepted the slaughter very calmly.

This is a history that can never be erased, and when the war broke out, the Chinese people pursued the basic humanitarian principles of war. But the Vietnamese side did not care about these at all. The Vietnamese prisoners have always been treated kindly, while our prisoners have been treated with great cruelty.

The Vietnamese side gang-raped our female soldiers and made them pregnant, and then cut off their limbs to make them wriggle on the ground, and jokingly called them seal people; The Vietnamese filled our captives with leeches and made them endure endless suffering......

When the two sides exchanged prisoners of war, the Vietnamese prisoners were intact, but our prisoners were unrecognizable.

When we captured the Vietnamese village, we did not kill or injure any civilians. But that night, a group of old and weak women and children, using everything they could, killed an entire company.

This is the battlefield, this is the cruelty of war. After the battle between our scouts and the Vietnamese agents was completely started, it was a massacre.

No matter which village you enter, the first thing you do is kill everyone, not a single one, whoever you are.

The reason is simple, this is war, either you die or I die. There are no civilians in the war, and civilians disappear with the war.

"Woooooooooo......oo Woowoo woo ......"

An Iraqi woman stumbled out from behind a broken wall, picked up a child with a splattered brain, and cried. While crying, she let out the most vicious curses at Xiao Yuanchao and Xiao Hongjun.

"Kill her." Xiao Hongjun said to Xiao Yuanchao.

Xiao Yuanchao didn't speak, just stared at the woman who had lost her son, motionless.

"Kill!" Xiao Hongjun's voice was full of killing.

She ...... Lost his son. Xiao Yuanchao said.

"That's right, she lost her son, and I killed it with my own hands." Xiao Hongjun stared at the crying woman with a gun, and said in a deep voice to his son: "I don't care if others lose their sons, I just don't want to lose my son." ”

Xiao Hongjun's muzzle remained motionless, pointing at the woman's head, and his expression was extremely cold. He is teaching Xiao Yuanchao and his son how to adapt to the battlefield. The adaptation of the battlefield is not how many enemies to kill, but to learn to destroy human nature.

If you can't destroy humanity on the battlefield, you will be reduced to a lamb to the slaughter; If you still have humanity in your heart on the battlefield, you will eventually be eliminated by the battlefield.

These are the rules of war.

Therefore, the righteous people who accuse the battlefield of indiscriminate killing are moral messengers who think they are talking about human words when their lips touch. If you throw him into battle, he will learn to kill before anyone else can survive the slaughter of humanity.

If you haven't experienced the battlefield, you don't have a voice, because you don't deserve it! Sometimes a peaceful environment creates self-righteous critics and moral pioneers, but this is forgivable, they are shallow and do not understand war!

Xiao Yuanchao pulled out his pistol and slowly walked forward.

"Stop!" Xiao Hongjun scolded Xiao Yuanchao and said to him: "Can you guarantee that there is no bomb on her body?" In this environment, bombs or grenades can be found everywhere. Everyone will find a weapon to defend themselves, whether it is a woman or a man, an old man or a child. You should stand at least seven meters away and shoot, and you should draw your gun and shoot as soon as possible. You can't guarantee how much of a threat the other person poses to you, you know? ”

Xiao Hongjun is not smiling flatteringly at Xiao Yuanchao, because he is teaching his son how to live longer on the battlefield.

"Bang!"

Xiao Yuanchao pulled the wrench and watched as the bullet passed through the woman's eyebrows, leaving a thumb-thick bullet hole.

A mother and son were killed by a father and son......

Xiao Hongjun squinted his eyes and took a gun to observe the surrounding environment, then walked to the body of the mother and son, and searched the woman's body in a half-squatting position.

During the search, his eyes were not fixed on the corpse, but he kept observing the surrounding environment, sophisticated and professional.

A grenade appeared in Xiao Hongjun's hand, he slowly withdrew his body, held the gun with his left arm, slowly retreated, and handed the grenade to Xiao Yuanchao.

Her fingers were already clasping the tab, and a second slower would have triggered the grenade. Xiao Hongjun said.

Taking the grenade, Xiao Yuanchao stared at Xiao Hongjun's eyes and said, "You go home, I don't need you to worry, I can handle this qiē." ”

"Hehehe......"

Xiao Hongjun smiled, and then showed a flattering smile at Xiao Yuanchao, becoming a little cautious.

"I'm old, it's hard to kill in, and it's hard to kill out." Xiao Hongjun sighed lightly and said to Xiao Yuanchao: "I know that following you will become a burden, but you really don't know a lot of things. ”

"But do you know you're going to die?" Xiao Yuanchao let out a low roar.

With a low roar, his cheek muscles throbbed violently with rage, and his fists clenched tightly.

"Here we are...... I didn't want to go back alive, because you are here, hehehe......" Xiao Hongjun showed a smile full of indifference, but full of love.

Xiao Yuanchao turned his body, released his clenched fists, and blinked his moist eyes vigorously......

ps: The war is cruel, and many readers may feel that they can't adapt to it, but ...... It's that cruel......