What are you doing running out, little bastard? A fat man jumped to his feet anxiously, lowered his voice and said: "Obedient, hurry back, Dad and uncles are playing, it's okay, I'll come to you in a while." "Daddy Woo Daddy! The little kid hugged the fat man's thigh.

"Let's go, let's go." The fat man's low voice was extremely sad.

"I'm not leaving," the little kid cried.

"Hehe" The fat man felt Fergo's interested gaze, raised his head, and showed a flattering smile: "General, let's talk about ours, this child's father is my friend, and he died early." ”

Expressionless, Fergo suddenly reached out, grabbed the little boy by the collar, and lifted him up.

The fat man's face changed, and he said urgently: Don't" As soon as the voice came out, he stopped abruptly. Just looked at Fergo with complicated eyes.

"Pretty little boy" Fergo said, holding the little boy in his hands, glancing at him and smiling.

"Put me down, uh, let me down" The little fart struggled desperately, his body only falling down, and his dirty little face looked like a poor little flower cat.

"Tell me, what's your name, and I'll let you go." Fergo turned his gaze and looked at the fat man, without looking back.

"Let me down" The little kid struggled desperately, crying, with a stubborn and willful face, and didn't care about Fergo's question at all.

"You said he wasn't your son" Fergo, apparently not interested in tangling with a completely ignorant child, raised an eyebrow at the fat man and smiled. It's just that the smile is unusually cold.

The fat man struggled, his eyes flickered, and the flesh on his face twitched.

The smile on Fergo's face grew colder and colder, and he stretched out his hand, and the soldier next to him pulled out an energy pistol from his waist, turned the handle of the gun and prepared to hand it to him.

As soon as he saw the gun, the fat man's face changed completely. The hesitation and struggle turned into panic and pleading in an instant, exclaiming, "Yes, he is my son, he is my son!" ”

The little kid in Fergo's hand struggled even harder,... The little short hands and little short legs waved desperately, crying: "Let go of my daddy, let go of my daddy"

Fergo took the gun, unexpectedly agreed to the little boy's request, and yelled at the Jie Peng soldier next to the fat man: "Let him go." ”

The soldiers carefully let go of the fat man, but the muzzle of the gun was kept firmly pointed at the fat man, and if he made the slightest movement, they would immediately shoot... Even if you don't hit the vital point, you will destroy his hands and feet first.

The fat man, who was let go, looked at Fergo blankly, and wanted to step forward, but he stood still.

"General Fogo" The fat man finally collapsed, he looked at the little kid intently, his eyes were full of tears of distress, and he pleaded incoherently: "This is our adult business, and it has nothing to do with children." Please, let him go. I will do whatever you tell me to do, just ask you to spare my son, he is just a child. ”

In the end, the fat man's emotions were completely out of control, and tears and snot fell down together.

"Please, please!!"

Fergo's hand loosened,... The little kid fell to the ground.

The fat man ignored the guns of the soldiers beside him, and pounced on them and hugged the little boy. "The little kid also hugged the fat man's neck and cried and climbed up" ", Xiaobao"

Daddy..."

The two fat men looked at each other affectionately, hugged their heads and cried.

In front of the TV, there was silence. The audience stood silently, and many turned their heads away, unable to bear to watch any further.

No one could have imagined that this rescue would eventually turn out to be what it is now. The red armored forces were already surrounded. The fat man with white flesh chose to surrender bloodlessly.

Thinking of this guy's flattering face when he surrendered, and that greedy and afraid of death, everyone wanted to punch that fat face.

However, even if they hated the fat man's face of surrender just now, they had to sympathize with the fate of the father and son.

That little boy is only three or four years old!

And some women, as early as the appearance of the little boy ~ instant, have completely tied their hearts to this cute little boy. They covered their mouths, tears pouring out in large gulps, but their eyes were wide open, and they looked intently at the boy who looked like a little flower cat. I can't wait to rush into the TV to pick the boy out and cuddle him in my arms.

"Little Treasure"

"Daddy..."

The fat man let go of the little boy in his arms with tears, stroked its hair, and wiped its tears.

The two men looked at each other affectionately, and hugged each other tightly again, as if they were holding the most precious treasure in the world, and they were reluctant to let go for a minute or a second.

In the front-line command center, Li Cunxin and others, who had just been picked up by the transport ship to the aircraft carrier Hemode, looked at the screen with heavy faces. For a while, no one knew what it was like in their hearts.

Felek sat down in his chair and covered his face with his hands. Sophie was already crying like tears.

That little boy was once held in his arms. But now, he is on the battlefield, and all the soldiers of the death battalion are in a desperate situation.

Tears blurred her eyes, and Sophie, who couldn't bear to look any longer, turned her head behind her, Milan and Boswell met her eyes, covering their foreheads in pain, there was no sadness on their faces, but they were dizzy, embarrassed,............"""""""" funny and angry. Allied Command, the generals looked at the virtual screen.

Things have developed beyond everyone's imagination. They had thought that either it would be a tragic elegy, or that it would be an inspiring triumphant escape. But now Hastings looked at the little kid on the screen dumbfounded, and asked in a low voice, "Maggie, that's it."

Margaret nodded, biting her lip and burying a reddened face in her arm.

In the corner of the room, Bernadotte hid from everyone's eyes, and the most wrong thing he did in his life was to make this damn fat man a federal hero!

This old face was lost by this fat man!

On the screen, the two fat men are still hugging their heads and crying, desperately deducing the deep love between father and son.

"General Fogo" The fat man let go of the little kid who was already crying and was about to roll his eyes and faint, and begged Fergo: "Can you make my son" If you are obedient, he will be fine. Fergo looked at the fat man quietly and interrupted him.

The scene in front of him was something that Fergo didn't think of. However, no matter how deep the father-son relationship between this fat man and his son is, it has nothing to do with him.

Three days ago, it was this fat man who led the army in front of him to annihilate his own special battalion for a whole month, allowing himself to make a wrong judgment. In the past three days, as long as I think of the wrong turn at the crossroads of fate, and the thought of everything this fat man has done, I feel like I am living in hell every day.

This kind of pain will never be understood by those who have not experienced it.

Irreparable remorse is the most painful emotion in life.

At this moment, looking at the father and son in front of him, looking at the armored troops of the Filipino Alliance who had landed around them, but could only surround them outside, not daring to make any rash moves, and the warplanes circling and flying in the sky, Ying Ge only felt the joy and joy of victory.

Everything is in your own control!

Just look at the relationship between this fat man and his son, you know that he is willing to do anything for the little boy. It's more wonderful than just catching him.

There is no need for a rope, no need to talk too much, just put a gun on the little boy's head, and this fat man will not hesitate to pay any price.

Fergo looked at Shi Si and couldn't delay any longer.

"Major General Tian" Fergo said politely: "Perhaps, you need to contact your command"

The fat man was stunned for a moment, then nodded and flattered: "I'll contact you immediately, contact me immediately, and I'll let them go, let them all leave." They will listen to me, and they will definitely listen to me. ”

Fergo nodded, glanced at the swar-rattling red mecha group of Yiri and the surrounding Jepeng mecha in the encirclement, and said with a slight narrowing of his eyes: "But I think before that, you should let these warriors under your command disarm the battle mode and come out and surrender." ”

"Okay" The fat man nodded hurriedly, then turned his head and shouted: "Extinguish the bow and disarm the battle mode." Surrender, we surrender. ”

However, the fat man's cry was not echoed by the red mecha group.

I couldn't help but do this, because several red mechs moved uneasily after hearing the fat man's cry, and almost bowed to the attack of the surrounding Jeppen mechas, and the tense atmosphere between the two sides not only did not disappear, but became more intense. And the Chakner mecha cluster on the periphery also subconsciously put on an attack posture after a commotion in the center.

The entire battlefield, the pond where Ruji was hit by a stone and rippled, suddenly became tense with the chain reaction of the commotion and bowing.

This unexpected scene suddenly shocked Fergo into a cold sweat.

The "general" fat man was obviously also startled, and quickly hugged the crying little boy who was out of breath and took two steps back, and said to Fergo with a panicked face: "These soldiers are all Chuckna, and I am only temporarily leading them." Forcibly order them to surrender, they will not accept it, I need to contact the command first" As he spoke, the fat man winced and looked at the surrounding Jeppen soldiers, and hesitantly pointed to the command mecha not far away and said: "Can I use ~ the electronic communication department of the command mecha Xianliu Fugo nodded without hesitation. With a wave of his hand, he ordered the command mecha hatch to open. At his signal, several soldiers with guns entered the mecha guard first.

Watching the fat man walk towards the command mecha with the little boy who was already crying and dying, Fergo strode after him.

He wouldn't allow the fat man to use other mechas, but he wasn't worried about not being able to command mecha naked alone. In the spacious cockpit of the command mecha, facing the muzzles of five or six energy guns, even immortals did not dare to act rashly. Besides, the child in the fat man's hands is a shackle for him!

Walking into the mecha, Fergo suddenly saw the little boy lying on the fat man's shoulder, and winked at himself weirdly.

"Stupid! …… was supposed to end this episode at ten, but I was too tired. Go home tomorrow、If there is time to update as much as possible。 Ask for a commuter pass. In the middle of the month, 5 and 6 are rushing fast. How much support and motivation you have, ......,