Why would the American team think that winter soldiers are best friends and apathy to Iron Man?
When you were 16 years old, you sold newspapers at the station, and a group of soldiers passed through, the chief of the car told you to raise the paper up and make him look good.
A chain is locked on your waist, and you’re being pulled as strong.
The road from Guangxi to the front is a long one, and you survived only twelve of 87 people.
You’re alive thanks to a big man who’s not like anyone else, who says he’s been to school and he’s voluntarily joined the army, but somehow he’s locked up.
The officer told him to do the paperwork, so he wouldn’t have to lock up with you. He wouldn’t say that we’re going to fight ghosts together.
The officer scolded him and locked him up with you, but he could take another bun every time he splits.
He gave you the extra bun, and he said you looked like his brother.
He said that his brother was very well-informed, but that he ran around the rental area when he was five years old and was hit alive by a Japanese car.
You don’t know what he’s talking about, but you know it smells good.
You’ve been through the wind and the rain, and you’ve seen the sun rise and the moon rise. When people walk and suddenly fall on the ground, they will never get up again.
The officer shakes his head and says he’s lucky to fall.
You went down once, when you got up at night and suffered the cold, and the next day you were burning, and the chief said you’d never make it.
The dog on the side of the road had red eyes and two loudspeaks and seems to agree with the officer.
He said he could carry you. He begged the officer for mercy and found you a doctor.
The officer yelled at him, saying he was heartless, saying that a piece of shit like you, even on the front line, was the life of a cannon.
And he looked round in his eyes and told the chief that even if he did the cannon ash, wouldn’t it be better to fall behind him in silence?
The officer was silent, and suddenly he was groaning, so you could put him on your back and find him a doctor if he could breathe in the next town.
It is a very difficult day to walk, and it is the first time you have fallen on the back of a big man that you know that the long journey of twenty-seven days has already exhausted all the energy of his body, and that on his back your bones are scrambled by two layers of flesh, and that you want to cry instead of crying.
That day you finally went to a small town, and when the big man put you down, you fell on his knees, and you passed out without waiting.
He looked at you two, scolded you, but turned around and called a doctor.
At the time of the handover, you were assigned to a battalion commander, and 12 men ran six and were arrested three times and shot in front of you.
You didn’t run because he didn’t.
You said brother, I didn’t go to school, but I heard Mr. Book told a story. After you’re Liu Bei, I’m Guan Yu, where you go, where I go.
And he looked at him, and suddenly his eyes were red, and he touched your head, and he hammered you with a hammer.
It hurts.
He’s got a Hanyang and rubbed up every day.
You’ve only got a red gun. It’s taller than you.
He tells you about his country and tells you about “one inch of blood, 100,000 youths, 100,000 soldiers” and takes a branch by the river and tells you to write with your hands.
You write all the time. Sometimes you complain. It’s hard to write. He smiled and said more difficult things than writing, and it would be easier if it were hard today.
You scratch your head and say to those you have seen before that it has been hard for a lifetime, a hard day and a hard day.
And he dazzled and then laughed. You think you speak wrong, but he says you speak too much, and so is the world.
You don’t know what it’s worth, but you know, what he wants to do is what you want to do.
There is occasional news of the front lines, with few victories and many losers. The news, which is heard only groaned and feared for another day when he was leaving, was sometimes locked, mumbling and, more often, shaking his head and sighing.
You know what he’s worried about. You asked him why he came to fight.
He said I hated this world, but I was afraid of the dead.
You don’t know anything about the land, he sits down on the ground and draws you an autumn leaf.
He told you that this is your country, your country is very large, your country is very old, 40,000 people are of the same origin as you, and you speak the same words and bleed the same blood.
At least you’re all Chinese.
He told you about his childhood in Shanghai, about how his brother was naughty and how he was afraid, how he cried every time, and how he laughed.
Time passes quickly and seems to be slow. You seem to have learned a lot, and you don’t know what these things can do.
But you know, you’re different now.
You finally know enough words to give yourself a new name called Shizuku.
You tried to tell him the news, but you found him in the sight of the officer who came down on the patrol, transferred to the rank of deputy, ordered the military to act like a fire, even before he could say goodbye to you, leaving only one note.
You tried to identify it with a note, and you finally recognized what it meant. He said take care of your brother, you have to learn your skills in the back. I’ll kill some ghosts first and keep the rest for you.
You folded the note and folded it. Then he ran to the battalion commander and said he had to go to the front.
The battalion commander was in a barrage in his room, and heard you say that to a couple of officers laughing at your skinny limbs? Only the dead are on the front line.
And you stood in the middle of the room, neither in nor out of it, but you stood up to your neck, saying that you were not afraid of suffering.
The battalion commander laughed, and every day since then you’ve had endless toilets and endless grass shoes.
For half a month, you smell 800 miles of wind, and there’s more blood on both hands.
You finally made up your mind to steal a gun at night, sneak out of the camp and try to find your brother. Unfortunately, the road was not ripe, the night was blind, the night was stopped, the night was stopped, the night was stopped, the camp was stopped, the officer was caught before dawn, and the dark house was locked up after a beating.
The officer was very angry, saying that Mom had never seen a deserter so desperate to die, that he would shoot you in front of everyone and watch you.
You’re in a little dark room, and you don’t know if you’re afraid of dying more, or if you’re sorry more.
Time was still running around you for some time, and suddenly the door squeaked and two soldiers dragged you out.
You took a deep breath, you tried to stand up to your back, but you found your legs, and you were soft.
The officer gave you a few slaps, said it’s good to have you as a fucking son of a bitch.
The road to Kunming is still long, except this time you finally got on the train, and the wind came to the big back of the country.
When you got out of the car, you were washed, and a couple of men in white coats were around you for a long time.
He seems to have known his face, and you have spent a great deal of effort to remember that you took his wallet six months ago and returned it to its rightful owner.
He slaps you on the shoulder and praises you for collecting gold. You’ve been thinking about that wallet since it was turned over by thieves.
But anyway, you’ve found another person who would like to talk to you.
You told him what happened in the last six months.
You bite your teeth and say if you can beat the Japanese, you’ll die.
He said he moved, sir, and you were relieved of your death.
You’ll wake up again, and you’ll stay behind and be part of the Chinese soldier plan.
There are people who tell you about the sun and the sun, the heavens and the earth, and the universe.
Someone showed you martial arts, taught you long-fisted and short-strung.
Someone taught you to line up, gunpowder.
You’re getting better and better every day.
You wait for the experiment to arrive, but the front lines are falling apart.
It’s always said that the time is not right, but you heard that the government wants to make peace with the Japanese.
Finally, one night, you decided to get out of a box for a dollar. The escape was unexpectedly smooth, and you picked up a road to the north and walked with moonlight.
You can’t remember how many miles you’ve gone, but you can’t remember how far you’ve gone.
At last, hunger and fatigue stopped you, and when you came to the side of the road and asked for a bowl of water, you stayed.
It was a gentle young woman who only said that a man had died of disease a few years earlier, and that he was the only one with a mother who had struggled to survive. Her eyes were flowing, her voice was lamented, and she was passing through the bowl with a wrist that was white and white and your face red.
The young woman bit her lips and asked if you were hungry.
You ate her two days of ration, you were upset, and you helped her with water and firewood, and you beat a rabbit. She came over to wipe the sweat on your forehead, and a dark scent came. When she bowed her head, she was unwittingly ashamed and exposed a bit as soft as water.
I can’t tell who moved first that night, and you’ve had an infinity. She fell asleep in your arms, whispering in her mouth that she wanted you to stay.
The mountains are shining, and the beauty is painted, and if you will, you will grow old.
You bit her teeth while she was asleep.
When you walked out of the yard, you took the wood door gently, and you felt like you’d finished your life, and you slapped yourself hard, and you twisted your head, and you went into the mountains.
You were lost in the mountains for 10 days, caught by bandits, and they loved you so much that you could join them, gather with them, eat and drink.
If you say no, they’ll starve you for half a month. The bandit brought the chicken duck, the gold and the silver jewels, and said if you nod, it’s all yours.
Still, you refused to call the bandit, who did not know how to fight and how to save them, but came here to rob houses. The bandit got angry and cut his flesh off you.
Every time he cuts, he asks if you want to join the gang. You refuse once, you cut a piece of meat off of you.
You said you wouldn’t say anything, you’re all blood and blood, and you’re dying.
The bandit’s got a bad face, pointed a knife at your heart and said for the last time, will you or won’t you?
You said I wouldn’t do it. I’m going to hit the ghost.
And thou hearest how many lamented beside them, and beholdest thou, when thou hast opened thine eyes, yet findest not a female bandit that is still in the camp.
There was jealousy and surprise in the eyes of a group of people standing or sitting around.
The scholars came to you, congratulated you on the test, and you knew it was just a dream. Yet in the dreams, they were seen, as they were.
The scholars say that the Allies have a “super-soldier plan”, but because of the Nazi destruction, the serum is no longer copied, and they have to take a different route with the strange man. The people of the South-West Assembly have made an effort, and despite the various alternatives, no one has ever passed the test of this dream.
Everyone is excited and there’s a hateful look in the corner, and nobody noticed.
The experiment is on schedule, and you’re on the operating table, and the scholars are standing at the operating table, saying that today’s ancient Chinese medical skills will work miracles with the technology of the allies, and that, if this idea is correct, the course of war will change.
He turned around and asked if you were afraid.
You said I’m not afraid of anything to beat a ghost.
He nods his head and shuts down the power. And the electric flowed on you like a silver snake, as though it were a thousand silver needles, as if it were a knife and a machete. Your mind is dazzling, but suddenly you hear a sharp cry from the air.
People look at each other and wonder why Japanese planes can find this place at night.
When the first bomb fell, people were busy with evacuations, and scholars were wrong, saying that the process could not end and that the assistant would leave with the information.
And when you were rocking the mountain, you found the experiment successful, you moved your hands, and you found that the scholars had been hit by a shrapnel to protect you.
And in the ashes of the smoke, a few shots were fired, and a shadow picked up the information in the arms of his assistant and ran wild.
You pursued the past, fought hard with him, surprised to find him among the participants in the experiment.
You won easy, but he blew the grenade and the file blew up into snowflake.
After that day, you cried with the body of the scholar for a long time, drying your tears and the doctors drew a pipe of blood from your body and concluded that, while the individual experiment had been successful, the Supersoldier programme could not be repeated.
You sought revenge for your enemies on the front, but the people said, “You have a heavy duty.”
You’re in uniform, with a gun and a knife, and you’re sent to take pictures of Americans. The American army of officers is coming in waves, and your performance has been repeated.
Your anger, your protests, your chief, said that you, as a representative of Chinese soldiers, showed friendly people the good looks of my Chinese soldiers, not only for ally confidence, but also for heavenly aid.
You have to carry a box of guns, carry a knife, and continue to show Chinese soldiers their good looks.
You’re getting famous, everyone calls you Chinese soldiers. To say that you have gathered all the good qualities of the Chinese soldiers, that you have been patient and patient, that you have obeyed orders, that with such soldiers and strong aid from the United States, we will be able to fight and win.
Madame especially likes you and even asks you to escort her to the front. You were going to say no and then you heard her go, and then you changed your mind.
The three planes were carrying their wife’s followers across the clouds and headed straight to the front. You’re sitting on a plane and you’re thinking about what you should tell your brother about all these days.
Your performance falls into the eyes of the lady who follows you, who thinks you are afraid and cannot help but laugh. You’re trying to have an affair, but you find her like a woman in a dream, and you think of her in a dream, and you can’t stop her face.
She’s just saying you’re not right.
You have not been able to explain yet, but the plane has been shaking, and it’s freezing at high altitude, and there’s one round. The pilot shouted for the worst of all, saying that unless the ice was removed, we would all die.
At the critical moment, you stood up, you tied your waist with a rope, and you broke the ice. With your full cooperation, after a bitter battle, the lives of the crew were finally saved.
The lady apologized to you when she got off the plane, said she misunderstood you, and you’re red.
She bit on her lips and said, “Left clouds.”
You can’t remember what you said later that day, except that the wine was too strong, the sky was too blue that day, and the crew that had taken you to drink with you for the rest of the day.
However, the next day, when you went to the front and saw the wounded on the way, you learned that the division had been drunk and misled and that the Japanese Special Forces had taken over the command, and that they had been destroyed thousands of miles. At this critical juncture, the brother stood up as his deputy and brought people to an end, but said he had been surrounded by the Japanese and had been killed.
Madam, the flowers are colorless. It’s just that you didn’t get the plane ready when you came in. You have to stay two days.
You want to save your brother by yourself, and the pilot slaps my chest and says I can fly, and when we get back, we’ll go around and throw you, and no one will notice.
Thank you very much.
I’m waiting for you in Chongqing.
Thousands of metres high, and you cut like a bird, and beneath them the mountains and rivers, they will shine.
The first time you realized that this was what your brother told you about China.
And when he returns to his brother, he is covered in blood, and his clothes are not covered, and you take off your uniform and wear it on your brother, and tell him that he is naked and with his sons.
He was surprised to see you and said you were growing up.
For the first time you felt in his eyes that you were no longer a double of another person.
At last you fought side by side with the Japanese. You are surprised to discover that some of the Japanese are under you, with great strength and strength.
The operation was difficult and successful, and you saved your brother from the Japanese army and one of the lost soldiers. You took these people out of the mountains, and the country was so excited.
Meet me there. Reed Sing sent you a message.
The Americans, however, are more interested in the Japanese soldiers in your mouth, and after several investigations, they have finally determined that it is a super-soldier experimental program that the Japanese have no idea how to obtain, combined with the biotechnology of 731 so-called duel weapons.
High-level decision-making is swift, and you are in danger of being ordered to organize a team to identify the base for the manufacture of these weapons and to destroy the caves.
You took the task, and the brother was born with you. After so many adventures, the Japanese plot was finally revealed to you: the original super-soldier plan was costly, and the Japanese army was successively defeated on the Pacific battlefield, so it turned its mind and tried to develop a highly contagious, irrational virus that spreads on the ground as the last madness before the defeat.
By the time this information was received, the experimenters at 731 had gathered enough experimental data to escape with the virus. And you can’t wait to get ready, and you’re on your way with your brother. The ninjas, the gentiles, the prodigals, the Swordshows, the strange obstacles on the way, and the brothers fell into the Yellow River in a fight to help you.
The river was flowing, and it swallowed him up. And yet you have begun the last battle before you had the time to grieve, destroying the virus in the rotting explosion and sleeping in the long white mountains.
When you wake up again, it’s the ceiling you’ve never seen.
They told you it’s 2009
The snow of the Coronation Peak has been frozen for years, and you have been sleeping in the ice den for 70 years.
I’ll never marry you, and I’ll die in America. Those who were with you were ancient.
The pilot went to Hong Kong to create a great business but died in an accident, with only one son inheriting the garments.
They call him the titanite because he has a high-tech suit of titanium alloy.
The more people talk, the more silent you are.
You don’t know if this is true or not.
You’ve been to the battles of the past, and now they’re like weeds.
You saw that year’s parade, the army was strong and killed.
They say you’re a hero. You always smile.
They said stay. The country needs you.
If you think about it, you have nowhere to go, so nod and say yes.
You’ve become a new Chinese soldier, a super-weapon of the name Hecht.
People respect you, but you’re not used to the selfie in their hands.
You’ve always had a hard time reading, and you’re like a world away.
You’re not used to the news every night, and people are starting to get a new wave.
The people around you have always been good to you, and their smiles are warm and true.
Occasionally, staff members secretly ask you to sign and say they grew up listening to your story.
You’ve met the titanite, he’s just like his father, he’s made you new weapons, and he always calls you a stubborn man.
He gave you a hit of electronics, and you never understood how they were going to start again.
Sometimes you’re on a mission together. He’s an unexpected and reassuring companion.
You’re starting to think it’s not that bad.
Slowly you learn to use your phone to brush Bo Weibo.
The titans always like to make surprise attacks and throw you weird little things.
You finally got the courage to go to your own showroom in the war museum.
It’s like a dream, like a light.
When I saw my brother, they called him the Ice Fighter.
They say that 70 years ago the evil emperor had actually found him.
They say that the Americans changed him and tried to recreate your miracle on him.
They said he had been secretly sent back to the mainland in those years to assassinate and destroy everything.
You don’t believe this is true, but you don’t have to believe this.
The titanium bit on his teeth because he saw the truth about his father’s death in the file.
And he vowed to avenge it, yet thou wast silently standing in his way.
Whether he remembers you or not,
You’ll never forget him.
The titanium is your friend.
And he was your past,
You’ll never betray the past.
Why would the American team think that winter soldiers are best friends and apathy to Iron Man? – The sick man Lau Wet’s answer.
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
