(The following is an excerpt from "How Steel is Made"!!! ）

First of all, for the start. Readers of other channel platforms outside the point expressed their apologies, or something.... Actually, I refused at first...

But now a lot of game novels are opening, and the effect is not bad.... And the post-revision of this book is really some... Appalling!

So here's the problem, Midnight-kun hasn't eaten for more than half a month....

Therefore, after consulting readers in the book review area and getting support, Midnight Jun tried to open it. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Please bear with me for the inconvenience caused by readers on other channel platforms, and you can also try to get up if it is convenient. Click on the platform to review.

Well... Just sauce purple...

(PS: If the price rises after the anti-theft, the plus activity that Midnight Jun said before is still valid!) )

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The waves lapped at his feet on the scattered piles of stones, and the dry sea breeze from distant Turkey whipped his face. The shores of the harbor are irregularly bowed, and a steel-reinforced concrete breakwater keeps the waves at bay. The winding mountains stretch to the waterfront and break abruptly. On the outskirts of the city, white huts line the peaks and stretch far away.

Quiet in an old suburban park. The yellow maple leaves swept by the autumn wind slowly fall on the overgrown path that has not been cleaned for a long time.

An old Persian coachman brought Paul from the city. As he helped the eccentric passenger out of the car, he couldn't help but ask, "Why did you come here?" There are no girls, no theaters, only jackals hanging out here...... What are you doing here? I really don't understand! Mr. Comrade, let's go back in my car! ”

Kochagin paid for the car, and the old man left.

The park was empty. Paul found a bench by the sea and sat down, facing the sun, which was no longer so shining.

He traveled to this secluded place by car to consider how to organize his life in the future. It's time to take stock and make a decision.

With his re-arrival, the contradictions in the Chucham family intensified to the extreme. When the old man heard that he was coming again, he was furious, and he was noisy and noisy at home. It was Paul who led the revolt, of course. The old man did not expect a strong resistance from his wife and two daughters, so from the day Paul came a second time, the family was separated, and the two sides were hostile to each other. The passage leading to the old couple's room had been nailed, and a small wing room was rented to Kochakin. The rent had been paid in advance to the old man. He seems to have calmed down quickly, because his two daughters went out independently, and he was no longer required to pay for his living expenses.

For diplomatic reasons, Albina also lived with the old man. The old man never went to the side where the young man lived, and he did not want to meet the hateful man, but in the courtyard he was like a locomotive, puffing and puffing smoke to show that he was the master of the place.

Before the old man went to work in the cooperative, he would trade two trades: a shoemaker and a carpenter. Now, he uses the shed as a workshop, and he works in it whenever he has time to earn some extra money. He quickly moved the workbench under Paul's window, intent on embarrassing the tenant. He hammered the nail hard, and his heart was happy. He knew that this would prevent Paul from reading.

"Wait, one day I'm going to get you out of here......" he whispered to himself.

In the distance, near the horizon, columns of smoke from ships spread out like dark clouds. A flock of seagulls screamed and swooped towards the surface.

Kochagin held his head in his hands and fell into deep thought. His life, from childhood to the present, flashed before his eyes one by one. How has he lived in the past 24 years? Is it good, or is it bad? He looked back year after year, examining his life like an iron-faced and selfless judge. As a result, he was very satisfied, and he had a good life in his life. Of course, due to stupidity, due to youth, and more often due to ignorance, quite a few mistakes were made. But the main thing is that in the years of fiery struggle, he did not sleep heavily, found his place in the brutal struggle for the seizure of power, and on the red flag of the revolution there were also a few drops of his blood.

He didn't leave the team until he ran out of energy. Now that his body is broken, he can no longer hold his position, and there is only one way to enter the rear hospital. He remembered that during the fierce fighting near Warsaw, a soldier was shot by a bullet, fell off his horse and fell to the ground. The comrades hurriedly bandaged his wounds, handed him over to the ambulance crews, and continued to run forward, chasing the enemy. This cavalry company did not stop advancing because of the loss of a single fighter. When fighting for a great cause, that's it, and it should be. Of course, there were exceptions, and he had seen legless machine gunners, sitting on machine gun carts and persisting in battle, they were warriors who terrified the enemy, and their machine guns sent death and destruction to the enemy. With their iron will and marksmanship, they have become the pride of each team. However, such people are rare.

Now, his body has completely collapsed, and there is no hope of returning to the team. What should he do with himself? He finally learned from Bazanova's mouth the real condition: you should be mentally prepared, and in the future he will encounter even more terrible things. So, what exactly should be done? This unsolved problem was like a gloomy black hole in front of him.

Now that he has lost his most precious thing - the ability to fight, what is the point of living? Today, in the bleak tomorrow, what does he use to prove that he is not wasting his time? What do you use to enrich your life? Just eating, drinking, and breathing? Just as an impotent bystander, watching the comrades fight and advance? Just become a burden to this team? Should I destroy this one who has betrayed him..? Just shoot in the heart, and all the problems are solved! If you were able to live well in the past, you should be able to end this life in time now. Who can blame a dying warrior who doesn't want to struggle in pain anymore?

From that day on, Paul devoted his whole body and soul to the creation of this book. He wrote slowly, line after line, page after page. He forgets everything, immerses himself in the characters in the book, and gets his first taste of the hardships of creation: sometimes those vivid and vivid (to be continued). )