How could Qi Muyang forget, his mother's beauty and gentleness, how could he forget, in order to obtain the forgiveness of those military families, how many roads their mother and son had traveled together, how much hardship they had endured together, and his mother, the woman with a highly educated and princess-like temperament, how many times did she kneel down in front of others, endure the scolding and even saliva of others, and how many times after being wronged, she hugged him and cried bitterly?

How could Qi Muyang forget how his mother coaxed and coaxed the last piece of food into his mouth when they walked to the barren and inhabited field and had to camp together in the wilderness. And she herself tossed and turned at night because of stomach pain and hunger, and suddenly found that she didn't know when he woke up, but she would immediately raise a smiling face and sing for him the children's song that is still echoing in Qi Muyang's mind until now?

What type of missile was equipped with that metal monster, Qi Muyang didn't know.

How many missiles it can shoot at a time, Qi Muyang doesn't know.

How powerful its missiles are, and how many can the fighters' protective shields withstand, Qi Muyang doesn't know.

"Mom, you know what? I have seen too many of your tears and heard too many of your cries in my life, what I want to hear most is your laughter, and what I want to see most is your smile! ”

In the hysterical howl, listening to the sharp warning of the early warning system, feeling the imminent death, and the cool breeze blowing on the back of his neck, Qi Muyang suddenly let out such a heart-wrenching and passionate howl: "For the people who love me and the people I love, I have no regrets!! ”

In the face of death, every hair on Qi Muyang's body was beating, every cell in his body was wailing, and his instinct was crying loudly at him, begging him to dodge, begging him to escape, begging him not to joke with his life. Because it's not a game, it's a real war, and human life is only once!

Qi Muyang's face was swollen red with fear, Qi Muyang's whole body trembled with fear, and Qi Muyang's eyes lit up with fear.

Can he not be afraid?

Two months ago, he was still a gangster who only dared to hide behind others and throw stones in a fight, and had to go to receive a political axe relief every three months, and he had to be looked down upon by others once, and he had to hit people's self-esteem once.

He also once dreamed about his bright future, he fantasized that he suddenly picked up a large sum of money, he fantasized that a powerful man suddenly jumped out, saying that he was his real father; He fantasized that because he was handsome and capable enough to stallion, those famous daughters, those official ladies, crying and shouting and chasing behind his ass, without skin and face, wanted to be his only minister, even if it was a husband with many women, he was still happy to do it. He even thought about suddenly picking up a book of martial arts secrets, or being struck by lightning or being struck by electricity, and since then he has more special functions and has lived a different life from then on......

In short, how to save trouble, how to enjoy it, how to use the simplest method, live a decent life, and enjoy the privileges at the top of the pyramid, Qi Muyang has thought about it with his own head. But he just didn't think that he would run to the battlefield to be a soldier, let alone think that he could launch such a divine wind and such a crazy attack against the enemy without hesitation, knowing that he would die nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine deaths!

This is really not in line with his Qi Muyang's style, and it is not in line with his Qi Muyang's philosophy of life and outlook on life!

But now he does.

The reason that supported him, the belief that supported him, and the reason why he played such a cold wind and Xiao Xiao Yi Shui Han, such a goshawk attack, and such a broken blow was the scream in his heart that had no concealment: "People often say that when you are angry, a man can work hard for his woman, and a man can perform the so-called love fairy tale for his woman." But as a man and a son, why can't we be angry with our mother who gave birth to me, raised me, and loves me? Why can't we, after enjoying the greatest maternal love, be angry and fight to the death in order to repay this love, this love, and this kindness?!!! ”

Qi Muyang was ready to be hit by a few or even dozens or hundreds of missiles, destroy the plane, and let Uncle Death cut it down with a sickle. He was already imagining that when the two brothers embarked on the road to Yellow Springs together, and finally saw their mother again after 18 years of separation, although he failed, he could still hold up his chest, that moment of sadness, pride, happiness and no regrets!

But in the end nothing happened!

On the eight-clawed octopus-like mechanical monster, more than a dozen Vulcan cannons were still roaring, the protective shield was still clanging, still trembling, and the warning on the fighter warning system was still hoarse, but the surface-to-air missiles did not hit, and of course he Qi Muyang was not put down by Uncle Death.

Laughed, Qi Muyang smiled.

At this time, the smile on his face was so proud and proud, and it brought out an epiphany and edge that can only be possessed after the baptism of life and death.

That's right, locked by radar, just a fake, fake trap.

It's his father Qi Jian, who created it against the human survival instinct, and it is not a weapon of weapons!

The bullets fired by the Vulcan cannon were so fierce and so dense that they hit the protective cover of the fighter jet and exploded into a cloud of metal powder.

Faced with this not an unexpected accident, being on this battlefield that could be destroyed at any time, Qi Muyang's heart suddenly thought of what a master of the art of war had said thousands of years ago...... One blow, then decline, three and exhaustion!

In the face of this kind of war in which the enemy is too strong and his own side is too weak, and it seems that he will be defeated and die, if the two brothers want to achieve victory and achieve a miracle on the battlefield, the only thing they can rely on is the blood of the young madman in their own body, which is the passion of sadness, anger and unwillingness in their hearts at the same time.

Faced with this kind of test of human surname and survival, and in the face of this touchstone of death, he rushed through Qi Muyang!!

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