Chu Ming leaned against the anti-slope of a fortification and sat down, Scholes sniper rifle in his arms, the field knife at his waist made him grin, and his face blackened by gunpowder was shiny. This is the typical image of a veteran.

"I've got cigarettes here." A veteran came over, because he saw Chu Ming in his pocket for a long time, and now almost everyone knew that this Sinbad chief was so addicted to cigarettes that even the rigid chief Henkutz could only ignore it.

"Thank you." Chu Ming lit a cigarette and took a deep breath. It was a break in the fighting, and when I looked up, several camel tanks were burning in the distance, and the smoke was thick and thick like a tornado. The slanting sun casts a golden edge on the smoke, and the occasional sunlight peeking out of the cracks pulls out spots of light straight on the ground. The day is coming to an end.

Above, a cloud of fish scales stretched to the distant horizon, where there was a teal green hill, and the surviving forests were shaggy and jagged, where the blue sky turned a deep blue. A soldier passed not far away, leaving a silhouette of the movement.

This is the scenery of the battlefield, only veterans can appreciate the beauty in it, life is harsh, stubborn life is to experience the beauty of this moment, and then use this beautiful warmth to gradually cool the memory.

"Sir, do you still want it?" The veteran handed over another cigarette, then lit one himself, squinting into the distance. After looking at it for a while, he muttered to himself

"It's a bit like my hometown, and even more so if there's a big river. I still remember that the river was very wide, and when I was a child, I went to touch the fish, and I used to drown people before the mechanized troops came, and then the army never drowned again, and the big river was gone. When I think of the dry riverbed, I think of my grandfather, my grandfather lost all his teeth, and he didn't want to settle down, but it was a miracle that he was able to bite nuts with his gums, hehe"

Chu Ming also smiled, threw the cigarette butt that he had finished smoking in a few puffs in his hand to the ground, and then brazenly stretched out his hand

The veteran took it into his pocket and said with a smile, "Cigarettes don't leak, this is our old saying there, exactly two." Sir, you're really addicted to smoking. ”

"yes, you don't need to call me sir, just call me Sinbad." Chu Ming leaned in and lit the cigarette, the top of the cigarette was a little oily, and it crackled a few times

"Okay, Sinbad, it's said that you're a Riggot, are you married?" The veteran fanned the smoke and asked suddenly

"Nope."

"Oh, didn't you find the right one?"

"Well, sort of."

"Ha, you have found the right person, let me tell you, I see people very accurately, whose girl is virtuous and whose girl is squeamish, I can see at a glance. This is by no means a boast. The veteran shook his head proudly

"Really?" Chu Ming scratched his head, a little embarrassed

"Sinbad, don't be embarrassed, I'm telling you, if I find you, you'll definitely have to die. If you don't believe it, you can inquire, I usually don't make a move, that is, I only make a move when I make a friend, basically as soon as I make a move, those professional matchmakers can only stand aside. ”

"Well, I'm not in a hurry, it's still early."

"Cut! It's not too early, let me tell you, the sooner this happens, the better. The veteran lowered his voice, "According to my observations, if you get married before the age of 3o, the chances of having a boy are quite high. It's a natural birth, children are smart, don't tell anyone about it, it's the result of years of research. ”

"I don't say it." Chu Ming was a little ridiculous

"You can't say that!" The veteran was very serious, "Don't underestimate my conclusion, maybe you can change the demographic structure of Leison, natural production is king, and those artificial ones are all unreliable!" ”

"I know, I swear, I will never say it!" Chu Ming did not hesitate to gamble and swear, if this news was said, it would definitely be a sensation, no, it was a big laugh......

"Enemy artillery attack!"

The voice of the observer rang out, and the battle was about to begin again. Chu Ming stood up, patted the dust on his body, checked the exoskeleton armor again, and then turned back to the veteran and said

"Brother, take care."

The veteran also beckoned and said with a grin

"Brother, take care, I'll definitely introduce you to a good one next time we meet."

"Next time." Chu Ming picked up the Scholes sniper rifle, the exoskeleton armor rattled, and Chu Ming turned to his team members - "Everyone, pay attention, get ready to fight!" ”

The battle has begun again......

The "Mad God" team of the 89th Plane Landing Division had been looking for Chu Ming because they felt that this was the enemy who posed the greatest threat. Captain Rembrandt harshly criticized the team members who attacked without permission, and it was his impulsiveness that misled the movement of the troops and fell into the trap of the other side.

It didn't take long for the "Mad God" team to find Chu Ming and them, and when they saw that the other party had changed into an exoskeleton armor, they all breathed a sigh of relief. It is a well-established truth that the best weapon to deal with a semi-replacement mecha is a semi-replacement mecha. Exoskeleton Nail Replacement - That's just a gift for Nail Substitute, just like buying shoes and giving shoelaces. The "Mad God" team can now show their strength without any scruples.

But again they were defeated quickly, faster and more embarrassed than before. After losing three of his teammates, Rembrandt had to give the order to retreat. Even the corpses of the team members didn't have time to be snatched back.

Rembrandt learned from the pain, and when he attacked again, he resolutely walked with his large army, and he understood something. The "Mad God" squad is the elite of the elite troops, and Rembrandt's ability to become the captain and survive is by no means dependent on luck and background.

The attack was repulsed again, and the losses of the "Mad God" team were smaller this time, with only one member of the team killed. But how many members of the "Mad God" team are there? Looking at the team members around him, Rembrandt suddenly felt a little elated, maybe tired or desperate.

"Captain, let's rush again!" One of the team members was very unwilling

"Yes, Captain! I must kill those substitute cultivators, they don't have the consciousness of substitute cultivators at all, and rely on despicable means to win! The other team member hated the "Hemostatic Squad" because the "Hemostatic Squad" always did not fight head-on, and always used the cooperation of other units to win.

"Shut up!" Rembrandt exclaimed, "Now is not the time to discuss manners, victory is victory, defeat is defeat, and there is no point in saying anything else!" ”

"But captain, we haven't been defeated yet, we still have people, and the 'Mad God' team hasn't died yet." One of the team members said that it was very enthusiastic and sad. The team member who had just died was a friend of his, for many years.

Rembrandt sighed helplessly, "Do you think I don't want to?" But we don't have a chance now. I now understand that when they take off their mechs, we lose. I don't know how to explain it, but I can't be wrong. ”

"Captain, we haven't lost yet!"

"Yes, Captain, we've just suffered a little setback!"

Rembrandt waved his hand, a little tired and a little indifferent: "Whatever you want, now I will give up the command of the 'Mad God' team, as for any of you who wants, take it." But I advise you once at the last time, don't go up, I don't want you all to die. ”

Rembrandt waited quietly for a while, then sighed in the long silence of the team and resolutely walked to the rear.

Looking at Rembrandt who was walking towards the rear, the rest of the team members didn't know what to do, hesitated, and one of the team members shouted: "Everyone, we want revenge." ”

Rembrandt's footsteps paused, but he didn't look back, this time he was really desperate. Rembrandt's reasoning has no basis, and the only way to verify it is to use facts. Facts – Facts are often bloody.

Rembrandt just felt it, but Chu Ming knew very well what it was for. Because he's a soldier.

The high-ranking substitute in the mecha is indeed very powerful, but for the soldiers, the comrades who are side by side in the trench are the real siblings.

Masters are used to worship and admire, while their own brothers are to be cherished. If the master is injured, everyone may sigh, and the fanatical fan may light a few candles and pray silently. And if your brother is injured - it must be recovered!

Who doesn't have a few buddies and brothers, their own brothers suffer a loss, the thugs understand this truth, at this time it is useless to say anything, the thugs use fists and knives, and the soldiers use the weapons in their hands. One can't beat two, two can't beat three, and there is still a slip of shoulders in the trenches, all of them are brothers shoulder to shoulder, not afraid of fewer brothers, afraid of scaring you away.

The point is that these brothers are the most faceted of the brothers, and they are counting on showing them off. If you go out and are bullied, isn't that a slap in the face? What's wrong with dying to save face?! That's all there is to face, and I admit my sin!

Later, Chu Ming didn't need to call for reinforcements, as soon as the "hemostatic squad" charged, the artillery brothers naturally had a saturated rapid fire at the bottom, the air force brothers led the attack, and the infantry brothers suppressed the firepower. After a round, the front is basically clean enough for camping.

If the "hemostatic squad" retreats, the situation is even more spectacular, the barrage of artillery brothers blocking the fire can play a projection, and if you try to cross this barrage, the air force brothers will tell you what a real soul crossing is. Maybe you'll miss a few lucky people - don't worry, the infantry brothers are numerous, and they have the best face, can they watch their brothers jump into the fire pit?! The infantry brothers shouted: Beat the out, or turn to ashes - the choice is yours.

PS: Brothers, don't be too particular about tickets and collections. It's up to you to see the results of the "Hemostatic Squad".