After the military passed out, I had a man’s soul inside me.
As long as I’m sleeping or stomping.
He can manipulate my body.
Not only did he use my body to read “Light Sword” and “Building the Nation” but he also liked to eat chicken.
In military history, it’s time for peace.
He asked me, “What is peace?” I’m sorry.
I choked and didn’t know how to describe him.
Peace, perhaps, is what we used to look like, what we were waiting for and what we could not imagine.
One.
Closed military training is provided at the beginning of university studies.
We were sent to a military school.
The headmaster said that the country had a strong people programme, starting with students.
He stood at the podium at the opening of the camp, saying, “You are the pillars of the nation.”
I fell in love with the word “King”
It’s all over.
Headmaster’s face is black.
I’m dizzy.
Two.
I woke up in the infirmary and I was dazed.
The school doctor said I had the heat.
I asked him, “Do you have a strange sound in your head after the heat?” I’m sorry.
The school doctor is busy asking me what’s going on.
And We said with our heads: I heard a man in my head, and he asked me where I am. I’m sorry.
The school doctor did another full body check.
After confirming that there were no problems, he ended up asking:
“Did you have this symptoms before or only today? I’m sorry.
3
I pretended to be okay in order not to be put in a mental institution.
But the sound in the head hasn’t disappeared.
He has a nice voice and an accent:
“Did you hear me? What am I doing here?
I stand up.
The left foot jumped to the head and the right foot jumped to the head.
That was when I learned to swim, the coach told me how to pour water when my ears went in.
I didn’t know it didn’t work.
He was like, “What’s up, girl? I’m sorry.
Hey, it looks like…
“Is this in Sichuan?”
Help.
I have a Sichuan in my head.
4
After a noon bombing in Sichuan.
I gave up struggling.
I tried to understand him.
He’s a little patriotic.
He said, “China, or China? I’m sorry.
He’s concerned about matters of national importance.
He said, “It’s time for the squirt. Can’t we win the war?” I’m sorry.
He’s delicate.
He said, ‘You have salivad your pillows wet. I’m sorry.
He’s good at taking care of people.
He said, “Stand down in the sun, and I will give you five kilometres a day. I’m sorry.
5
I told him that Da Qing had died 111 years ago and that the new China had been founded 73 years ago.
I showed him Building the Nation, and he liked Light Sword.
He’s got me watching Light Sword.
But I can’t hide in the bedroom all the time.
Then I found out if I was sleeping or stomping.
He can manipulate my body.
Not only did he watch Light Sword with my body.
And finished the Sword of Lightness novel.
He said, “Look, Zhao was as old as I was when he joined the Independence League.” I’m sorry.
Oh, he died before he was 25.
Six.
The military training lasted one month.
Wake up at 6:00, lights out at 10:00.
Except for meals and lunch break, the rest is at the training grounds.
And every time I smudge, there’s a voice in my head that tells me:
“Hold on. I’m sorry.
And then I give up.
He took control of the body and flew in the playground with chicken blood.
Zhang Jing, who lives in the same room, is shocked by his face: “Do you want to rise and be ashamed of yourself?” I’m sorry.
They all think I’m crazy.
I thought I was crazy, too.
I was supposed to be on the book.
But I can’t help but think of my “excellent performance”:
Zhou Zhou Zheng, the nation’s leader! I’m sorry.
7
I was paralyzed on the first day of serious training.
I’m taking my clothes to the bath.
And I remember half the clothes, and I remember, “When I changed, can you see?” I’m sorry.
He’s silent.
I have a bad feeling about this.
It’s been two days since he got into my head.
“Can you close your eyes?” I’m sorry.
He said, “Well, I don’t look. I’m sorry.
And I said, “When I wipe my body…” I’m sorry.
He said, “Well, I pretend not to be touched. I’m sorry.
Aah!
I’m not clean!
8
The third day of military training, the instructor took us to the shooting.
Eight-one automatic rifles, five rounds, 100 metres.
I almost fell with a gun.
It’s too heavy.
“This little body is still shooting.” I’m sorry.
“Why can’t you come? I’m sorry.
Boy: Can I play 40 rings, can you? I’m sorry.
Zhang Jing, a roommate, whispered to me, “He is a gun lover, and his family often carries him to the shooting range, and they are said to call him the great shooter. I’m sorry.
I haven’t spoken yet.
“The 40 Rings can also be called Sniper.” I’m sorry.
It seemed like I had a connection with his soul.
I said it with provocation: “The 40 Rings can also be called Gunshot.” I’m sorry.
“How many can you hit?” I’m sorry.
9
I scratched my head and laughed.
And he said in his mind: “Your grandfather was not born when I was in the battle. I’m sorry.
So he’s still a soldier?
Then I’ll be fine. “I’m better than you anyway. I’m sorry.
“Well, that’s a match. I’m sorry.
The range is shaking, and everybody’s here to make a scene.
The trainers didn’t stop, even watching.
“I said Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu has the worst training and looks like a good target too I’m sorry.
There are other voices.
“Don’t brag. I’m sorry.
“Look at her little girl’s house. It’s 90 pounds. I’m sorry.
I look angry.
Don’t say that. I’m not very good at it.
10
Boys with rifles, “Boom Bang Bang” means five shots.
It’s fast and fast.
It seems to be self-confidence in its own technology.
His standing standards and his enormous recoil did not allow him to move.
The target quickly reports his performance: “Six rings, Eight Rings, Nine Rings, Nine Rings, Eight Rings, Five Shots, Forty Rings!” I’m sorry.
“What’s up? Can you do that, chicken? I’m sorry.
There was noise and admiration.
“That’s amazing. I just shot five people off the target. I’m sorry.
“40 Rings, it’s almost professional. I’m sorry.
Even the trainers are nodding their heads.
“This guy’s nice! I’m sorry.
I started sweating in my hand.
He said, “Don’t be afraid. I’m sorry.
Don’t worry, you’re coming?
Eleven.
Perhaps the tension and the provocation of the boys prevented me from fully relaxing.
He can’t control my body.
I got the gun.
He said, “Well, I never used this gun. I’m sorry.
Now tell me this?
I almost fainted again.
What should we do?
I’m calm on my face and I’m scared.
He said, “Run away.” I’m sorry.
I pulled the bolt of the automatic rifle.
He said, “Try it first. I’m sorry.
I tried to aim him in the way he said, and shot him in the affirmative.
It’s a completely strange touch, an inexperienced field.
The huge recoil gives me a pain in my shoulder, and my heart panics, and my hands and feet are cold because of stress.
I stopped for a while to shoot a second shot, and said, “First shot, take off the target.” I’m sorry.
Laughing around.
The guy with the gun: “This is it? I’m sorry.
The other instructor said, “It’s a big deal. I’m sorry.
“Look again.” I’m sorry.
Zhang Jing is a bit worried: “I don’t think so. I’m sorry.
My arm is a little sour, I’m a little desperate, and it’s as if it’s impossible for me to win.
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I was just about to drop my gun.
He said, “Take the gun. I’m sorry.
I took up the gun, left hand to the front end of the gun, and the butt to the right shoulder.
He said, “Go for it. I’m sorry.
My eyes will be a line of sight, a star and a three-point gap.
He said, “Fire. I’m sorry.
I felt a shadow standing behind me, and his powerful arms were in my hands.
His voice turned softly in my ear and he said:
“The gun means, it’s unstoppable. I’m sorry.
In a moment, my strength and sense of security fill my body, and I’m confident!
Four consecutive shots were fired, and the back-sitting came to the body after it was over, and the right shoulder was sore.
I heard voices coming from far away.
“Four and four are all ten rings! I’m sorry.
13
Master Wang is shocked.
The instructors came to the target and checked the side, and indeed they were right in the hearts.
Except for the first shot I shot myself, the other four are not allowed.
I learned to hold a gun with one hand… uh, a little heavy, maybe two hands.
I walked up to the boys with a gun and said, “Hey, four shots and ten rings, but I can’t say I’m a good shot.” I’m sorry.
“You’re kidding me?” I’m sorry.
He said my first shot was deliberately misfired for the four shots in the back of the pin.
I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to do that.
“It’s self-confidence in its own technology. I’m sorry.
“That’s the shooter! I’m sorry.
He’s looking at me, but he won’t delay me.
14
I’ve won, I’ve eaten one or two more at night.
And I asked him, “Did you not use the 8-1 rifle?” I’m sorry.
He said, “Well, it’s the hand of life that’s been killed in the field. I’m sorry.
They used guns that year.
The Japanese army’s crooked hands were captured, ugly and useless.
Some of them can use a regular rifle.
Most of them are made from the Qingyang era.
The difficulty of reloading, the shell, the detonation and even the elimination of ammunition are common.
By contrast, a modern weapon, an eight-size automatic rifle, is a magic weapon.
15
I’ve been greeted in the cafeteria.
I didn’t want to, but they call me Gun God.
Wherever I go, there is respect and admiration.
I took the ice-cola, flipped it, swayed it, walked out of the six-parent walk.
The housemate Zhang Zhang Zhang Zing was shocked to hide his face half a metre away from me.
And he’s laughing.
He can feel my emotions.
He’s being arrogant again.
He said, “You are a very interesting girl. I’m sorry.
I also complimented him: “You are also interesting. I’m sorry.
And We raised up the ice-cola and looked at the heavens: “Ask the earth, other than Us.”
16
Then at midnight I was pulled to practice.
No live ammunition, he taught me to hold the hold.
The position of the shooting is important, with the legs split wide with the shoulder, the core tightened and the back leaned.
I’m just standing there holding my gun.
It’s heavy.
I’m tired.
I’ve got my abs.
Want to give up.
But he said, “Hold on. I’m sorry.
Then it’s not working.
He said, ‘It is you who have learned, and none can take away.’ I’m sorry.
I stood in a dark playground, fighting two battles with a gun and one light on me.
It’s the royal instructor.
His eyes were filled with shock, joy and a subsequent message: “Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhu Liang!”
17
I’m famous again.
They don’t call me Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zian Liang.
Not only have I received unanimous praise from the instructors, I have also been given the opportunity to train five additional live ammunition per day.
The Royal Instructor also specifically applied for a shooting range for me at night.
He’s excited: “Eight One is also an old gun. You tell the Queen’s Master about the Qin, the other guns can be touched, the other guns can be seen. I’m sorry.
Then I looked up to the Master.
The Royal Instructor refused: “Students can only touch their training guns, and don’t think! I’m sorry.
I feel a little lost.
No way, I’ll just take him to a chicken-eating game.
Cell phone games are rough after all, but he’s still having fun.
If he was born decades late, he’d be an Internet addict.
Maybe we can compete in an electric race.
After all, he played three won two.
“When I’m out of training, I’ll take you to computer games and paint better.” I’m sorry.
He said, “Yes, yes! I’m sorry.
18
Two nights in a row to play games.
My black eye is deeper.
Zhang Zhang Zheng Qiang’s face is stunned: “You’re so sad! I’m sorry.
I had a heartache, and I pulled out my eye cream, my face cream, my sunscreen and my CC cream to try and fix it.
He’s interested and thirsty.
He said, “Today’s training is to hide the battle.” Are you going to wear colored makeup? I’m sorry.
I laughed, and then I explained to him what it was for.
He listens to the fog and shakes his head: “Implication.” I’m sorry.
Weird.
A man with three days’ worth of modern weapons like a few.
I can’t believe I’m having a complex skin.
19
He finally stopped playing games at night for the sake of my body.
It’s just a little longer in the middle of the night.
After two days of practice, the boy who came to me for a gun.
The boy’s name is Jiangxi.
I was standing with a gun and carrying a helmet.
He’s tall enough to cover the dark lights in front of me.
I looked up to him hard, and I looked up at him and I said, “More.” I’m sorry.
I’m looking at you.
I’m a little panicky. I don’t think he’s big enough to sneak up in the middle of the night.
I was deformed with a gun, sneaking it to my chest for defensive purposes and moving to the point of my left foot.
I figured, if he did, I’d throw a gun in his face and run.
And in his head, he gave me a plan: “Then you’ll do it — and then you’ll do it — and then you’ll do it.” I’m sorry.
We planned a hundred escapes and counterattacks in our heads, and I was sweating a lot.
I’m scared of the stains that keep on me.
“Please teach me to shoot!” I’m sorry.
“Aah?”
Huh?
I’m surprised in his head at the same time.
20
Since then, an additional sapling has been added to the evening shooting training.
Zhang Jing came to give me green bean soup with shock: “Why is he here?” I’m sorry.
I haven’t spoken yet.
In his head, he said, “How is this Zhang Jing always shocked?” I’m sorry.
I sprayed the green bean soup.
It’s all over the place.
Zhang Jing has no other expression.
And I took green bean soup bowls and cursed: “This is my little brother, the new one.” I’m sorry.
He didn’t deny it. After all, he wanted to learn technology.
21
Jiangxi asked me how I could hit ten rings.
I told Jiangxi: “Stand in position.” I’m sorry.
He laughed in his head: “The wrong son.” I’m sorry.
I’m one-handed, I’m drinking ice-cola, and I’m shaking my legs and I’m squirting from below.
He stood up straight, wrinkled and looked at me seriously.
I’m scared of the river.
I gave him control of the body.
“I’m” became a little bit more powerful and more aggressive.
The embroidery is one.
He said, ‘I have taught the guacamole, and learn.’ I’m sorry.
He was handsome, carrying a gun, aiming and shooting at him.
I look at myself from my first perspective, “It’s me.” I’m sorry.
Jiang Zhenton is a very good time, asking a lot of details.
He was in a position where he was a bit shy and afraid to resist.
Look at me.
Zhang Jing said you like to eat snacks and pay my tuition. I’m sorry.
He said, “What’s so funny? I’m sorry.
I’m sorry!
I got a headache in his head.
All he had to do was manipulate his body and follow me to the commissary to carry a bunch of snacks.
22
At the end of the evening, I did not regain control.
The night is his time.
He can learn more about the world on my phone.
After his training, he was hungry, and he found a bag of noodles in his pocket.
I ate it for half a day and added a few spoons of pepper sauce.
I’m spicy.
He said, “Yes, you taste it. I’m sorry.
Thanks, but I don’t eat spicy!
I was ashamed to share my body at first.
Get used to it.
He said, “I have a classmate who’s poor, and a family wears a pair of pants, and who wears a pair of pants, and who doesn’t have them waits on the roof…”
He seemed to comfort me.
But my body is pants?
I’m a little scolded, you pighead!
He said, “Why don’t you learn better, little boy? I’m sorry.
23
This military training lasted one month and the school attached great importance to it.
It’s not just physical training.
And military history studies.
I sat in the classroom and turned on the teaching materials.
“China has not fought in 40 years. I’m sorry.
Yeah, what’s the war like?
The war I remember exists only in history books and games.
He asked me, “What is peace?” I’m sorry.
I scratched my head, I don’t know how to describe it.
I looked up, and I listened to the sparrows outside the window, and I watched the geese fly through, and I smelled the September flowers.
The students were chasing each other in the classroom.
“It’s probably like this. I’m sorry.
“Good. I’m sorry.
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The teacher of the military history class looked very nice, and his smiling eyes were stunned.
But the lectures are a bit boring.
The air conditioner in the classroom blew.
My head’s on the table.
He said, “Wake up. I’m sorry.
I woke up with a little wind oil in the temple.
But it’s not very useful.
He said, “Take it easy. I’m sorry.
I rubbed my stomach: “It’s because you had to taste everything at noon, eat too much and be sleepy.” I’m sorry.
He was embarrassed to laugh.
The classroom had a suitable air-conditioning temperature, which had been sustained at noon, and the course had been scheduled in an urgent manner, with no time for naps.
It’s not just me, it’s the kids around.
The teacher banged on the podium!
Everyone’s alive.
The teachers closed their smiles and said, “If you are sleepy, stand up and listen, military history class is not allowed to sleep. I’m sorry.
But I couldn’t hold on for a while, and I started falling asleep again.
The teacher said, “Look around your table, and you will be punished when you are found sleeping together.” The sun’s nice out there. I don’t know which of you wants to go out. I’m sorry.
Who doesn’t want to stay indoors and blow air conditioning?
I’ll look at the girdle on the left, and Zhang Jing on the right.
Zhang Jing exchanged eyes with me, and then we held each other’s tigers in each other’s mouth.
It was cold, its clothes were lifted, its abdomen were exposed, and it was painted in its belly.
Zhang Jing and I looked straight in the eye, and the spirit came out.
He said, “What are you thinking in your head?” I’m sorry.
25
But there are still people who can’t sleep.
Teacher: “Please go out and wake up.” I’m sorry.
It’s called a big, big, big boy.
– Stand up, yo, taller than the hippo.
“The curriculum doesn’t make sense. It’s good to be in the military training. I’m sorry.
Teachers: “I have said punishment, I have said it, I have said it, I have done it in the field and in the classroom. I’m sorry.
“Teacher, have you ever been to war?” I’m sorry.
The teacher shook his head.
“What kind of soldier are you?” Why would you punish me?”
There’s a bunch of students starting to get up and mess up.
He said, “I love my teacher more than I love the truth, but this fellow said nothing, nor did he respect the teachers.” I’m sorry.
I wonder, “Did you go to school? I’m sorry.
He said, “I have read a few years of my own, I have received a new education, and I speak a little French. I’m sorry.
I’m surprised.
Did he speak Kawakawa French?
I’ve got a spicy foie gras in my head.
When he felt my thoughts, he yelled, “You pighead. I’m sorry.
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The rise of the students continues.
“We should cherish peace.” I’m sorry.
But they don’t understand.
All they have is an opportunity to get started.
Maybe it will dispers their sleep in the dry class.
“Where in the age of peace do you need to defend your country? I’m sorry.
And the students said, “We haven’t fought in 40 years. Will our army still fight? I’m sorry.
“No war, no army, no training! I’m sorry.
There was a lot of noise in the classroom.
I felt him helpless.
He said, “Why does anyone want war?” I’m sorry.
I was angry too, so I stood up.
I said what he wanted to say, “Want war, bad or stupid!” I’m sorry.
27
The classroom was suddenly quiet.
Everybody looked at me.
Inch man: “The God of Guns, what does that mean? I’m sorry.
He stood far from me, staring me in the face, and it was scary.
Zhang Jing was afraid to pull my horn.
The shin also sits straight in front of me.
The military history teacher, instead of stopping it, took up a cup of warmth and took a cup of tea and watched the show.
I’m not afraid. Stand up and speak.
“China has been at peace for 40 years, and the economy has grown at a high rate. I’m sorry.
When I speak, my brain is full of sparrows, geese and fragrance.
He was sighing in his head.
“The grandson said that he went to fight for his next war, and he went to attack the city.
“Why must war be used to solve problems that can be solved with strategism and diplomatic wisdom? I’m sorry.
He said yes.
“What does war bring?” I’m sorry.
For a moment, my mind came out of my memory.
It’s dark, it’s smoke.
The sounding aircraft crossed, and the bomb landed in the classroom, leaving only blood-stained textbooks.
The bodies are scattered in the wild, blood is flowing, and the children weep with their mother’s already rigid body.
I closed my eyes.
“You can’t even guarantee a basic existence.
“It’s impossible for you to believe that God’s work and hard work will have a good day!”
“Not to mention standing here talking against your teacher! I’m sorry.
He gets quiet.
I opened my eyes and my eyes were again strong:
“You people who shout at war always stand at moral high ground and claim to be soldiers of the nation!
“It’s as if the battle has worked with words!
“But do you really think about the consequences of war?
“Can you afford the damage of war?
“The history of the blood and tears in China is barely a hundred years old.
“Did you have the courage to go to war and bear the future of a people, if you had the courage to shed blood on the blood of the strong?” I’m sorry.
The indoctrination of the men seemed to have to rebut it, but he opened his mouth and said nothing.
A few of the boys who just got up were looking away and restless.
I looked around and ended up asking:
“Is it you or me who really ended up in battle?”
“Not really.
“Only a soldier like a teacher.
“They alone are the back of peace and a deterrent.
“Will your enemies be scared away by your patriotic rhetoric?
“No, I won’t. They don’t fight just because the country is strong.
“Even the soldiers of peace, they protect us.
“We live not in times of peace, but in countries of peace.
“I hope you will cherish this hard-won peace and respect those who keep it safe. I’m sorry.
The military history teacher is holding the cup and looking at me.
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The whole place was silent.
“All right, sit down.” I’m sorry.
An inch-headed man took a hard look at me, looked disgruntled and couldn’t find a word against me.
I’m laughing, I’m suffocating, I’m sitting down and I’m still shaking.
Zhang Jing was shocked: “You were possessed, right? You just seemed glowing. I’m sorry.
I shuddered my hand, wherever.
The military history teacher looked at me, smiled, followed my words:
“If we can stop the war, if we can make peace.
“Students, I hope you will cherish the hard work of peace.
“Peace creates a good environment for development, but the words rich and strong are always together.
“The wealth of the economy requires a strong military force to protect it.
“Where there is economic development, the range of missiles should go.
“Without our carriers, our East Wind Express, no 20, no 20 and no 20, peace is nothing but words.
“The kingdom is great and war is doomed, and the world is at peace, and war is at stake. I’m sorry.
As a result, military history classes began.
Although the material was not visible, the teachers gave us a video showing modern armaments.
I felt his excitement and joy.
He said, “That’s good, that’s good. I’m sorry.
He said: “There is no war in the world, but there is no war in the soul.” I’m sorry.
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Military history is over.
I hurried out.
He said, “Run! Today there are chicken legs, and the watermelon is the largest!” I’m sorry.
We’re the only ones who are the same when we eat.
There’s something wrong with not eating.
I’ve had a nice meal with my food.
Master Wang: “Are you out of your life? I’m sorry.
My chicken legs are freaking out.
What have I done?
“I heard you were in the classroom, you troupe. I’m sorry.
I waved, “Where? I’m sorry.
Officer B: “Still in front of Qin teachers! We’re the famous Smiley, not just your teachers, but our teachers. I’m sorry.
And this?
The royal instructor patted me on my shoulder: “Go for Cho Liang, I see you.” I’m sorry.
What the hell!
My name is Zhou Zhou Zheng!
I bit a big chicken leg in anger.
It smells good.
30
The military history class is followed by field exercises.
20 pounds, 20 kilometers.
Walking is not fast, but it’s hot.
I’m going to sweat and walk.
I’m a Buddha born, two Buddhas rise.
I’m half exhausted.
He wrote the song “Light Sword” in his head.
I scolded the ancients of Japan with my fist.
He had fun.
Singing even more.
The Royal Instructor suddenly shouted, “The enemy is attacking!” Attack! I’m sorry.
Huh? What’s this?
We haven’t all responded.
The Royal Instructor also shouted, “At the start of a five-kilometre run!” Everybody, run!”
I’m still breathing, and I’m taking a deep breath.
But my legs don’t look long enough.
One metre away from the river.
Zhang Zhang Zheng, one metre, ran away.
My leg’s almost turned into a wind and fire.
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At last, five kilometers of running is over.
But we can’t stop, just slow down.
Zhang Jing turned on his cell phone: “Hey, I’m not even in the top ten today’s number of steps. I’m sorry.
He’s only 50 of his best friends.
Well, that’s all I’ve got for my new best friend.
I look at my joy, “I’m number one!” I’m sorry.
I was proud to show them the phone interface: “I’m number one.” I’m sorry.
Zhang Jing and Jiang Jing looked at me with a strange look, and in the end, they were proud of me.
I care.
Even got a circle of friends.
I’m texting: I can’t help it, it’s so good.
He said, “Indeed, the number of short legs will be more.” I’m sorry.
My typing hands are frozen.
Aah! Yamamoto!
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I’m a little tired.
He said: Leave it to me. I’m sorry.
And We gave him control of the body, and the earth was set in motion.
It’s been four hours since you came out to practice.
People are tired and tired.
He said, “We marched for days and nights, and everyone was sleepy. I’m sorry.
I wonder, “What then?”
He said, ‘Standing a rope on your body, one by one. On one occasion, the first person with the rope tripped and fell asleep on the ground, and then fell down a large piece of it. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
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The training instructor gave a password to the head of the team.
He controlled my body trying to speak Mandarin.
The instructor said, “According to your command, there are bees ahead, so slow down. I’m sorry.
A man passed it back on his own.
But he was not the only one who did more than 3,000 military training.
Wait till he gets here.
He said, “According to his command, there is rice powder in front of him, and pancakes are made of bread. I’m sorry.
What is it?
Pass it back. Everybody’s hungry.
It’s only after someone has been stung by a bee that the instructor knows what’s going on.
And he cried out with his face down: “Whosoever brings the message?” I’m sorry.
He shrunk his head. It doesn’t matter.
It’s my turn to sing, “Golden, Guo Deeng, Guo Deeng, Guo Deeng,
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Not back to school at night.
The instructors took us camping in the field.
The tent was prepared in advance.
I’m trying to fix the tent.
The Royal Instructor suddenly called for a rally: “This exercise was prepared for three days of military battle!” You can shoot, you can volunteer! I’m sorry.
I can shoot! I want to fight! I’m sorry.
“I’m not going. I’ve got a bubble in my feet for three days. I’m sorry.
“Ah, trouble!”
And he jumped in my head.
The Royal Instructor suddenly called me: “Come here, Zhou Yi. I’m sorry.
As soon as I came to the Royal Instructor in the sight of the crowd.
“You must fight this battle.” That’s an order! I’m sorry.
The people around us are looking at envy.
I even heard a cold hum from the inch.
Yoo-hoo, I salute you with all due respect: “Secure the mission!” I’m sorry.
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So I registered.
I’ve been named after her.
Zhang Jing: No, no, I won’t go. Singing a military song in the camp suits me. I’m sorry.
A military song?
I’ve got a lot of “Golder Zenon” in my head.
What’s a military song again?
I’m standing right here and I’m thinking that one of you suddenly knocked me out half a metre.
It’s the Inch Man from Military History!
I didn’t stand up and sit down.
The floor of the pit fell sore that it not only scratched my hand’s heart but also scratched my leg in my pants.
The heat of pain is in the brain.
“What are you doing?” I’m sorry.
And Zhang Jing came running on his face, anxiously: “Choo, are you all right? Are you bleeding?” Is he sick? I’m sorry.
An inch-headed man looks at me, and the guacamole is in our midst.
The men chewing gum and turning their heads across the river and saying to me, “The God of Guns, I’m going to beat you to death.” I’m sorry.
When Jiangxi is angry, he’s going to throw his fist in the face.
I jumped and stopped the punch: “Don’t get dirty.” I’m sorry.
The inch man smiled and made a neck rub at me.
I was angry with him at the same time.
And I asked: “What then?”
He said, “Well, shooting is my field. I’m sorry.
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Sleeped all night in the tent.
The day before dawn, the instructor called the man who had signed up for military combat.
I looked around.
Yo-ho, so high.
Ouch, so strong.
Well, girls look better than me.
I scratched my head, remembering that I was a weak chick who fainted during the opening ceremony more than 20 days ago.
It’s over again.
You’ve been with him for a long time.
The military battle not only has a brand-new kit but also carries our rifles.
It’s hard for me to carry almost 30 pounds of weight.
But they have physical powers.
There’s someone in my head.
If you’re tired, replace him, double-carded, card-bug thief.
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Goes all the way to light.
We finally got to a mountain.
The competition was divided into two groups, Red and Blue, and all the other side was won. I’m sorry.
The mountain is the head of their regular army.
Fully equipped.
I can see it’s a bloodbath this time.
And even he said, “This is the most important part of this training.” I’m sorry.
I’ve chosen the red camp, too.
And the inch man chose the blue camp with his brothers.
The Red and Blue armies each have 100 participants, and the number of participants remains very high.
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The blue team is headed by the inch.
The man’s name is Doo-in.
He’s the student head of the 8th Company.
And our head of the red team has drawn up a boy called Zhou Fai.
Zhou Hui is the student head of the Second Company.
Those who are in charge in military training are brothers and therefore have a certain reputation.
Even Jiangxi was in charge of the five companies, but he refused to command.
“I’m better at being a soldier. I want to shoot them.” I’m sorry.
No more snipers, just regular rifles.
But in his head he said, “Just like a common rifle, you can blow your head off. I’m sorry.
I’ll nod my head and I’ll blow it up.
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The battle of Red and Blue officially began.
Each of them had one rifle and only 30 rounds.
Say it’s a red and blue camp.
But at the beginning of the game, you ran off on your own.
Let’s finish this.
I’ll shoot you in the road.
He said: “This is a good sap from the fire. I’m sorry.
Find a bunker, put a gun over your head and sweep who it is.
I almost got it.
It’s a good thing he got away.
He said, “The blood has been spilled.” I’m sorry.
There’s an old pussy like him, hiding in the corner and sneaking a cold gun.
For a moment, the channel was full of C languages.
“Who! Who!”
“Come out and fight! I’m sorry.
He’s like, “Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
He’s got a good shot. One shot for the head.
He said, “You are the one I hit! I’m sorry.
He’s also very principled.
He said, “Strike a shot and change a place.” I’m sorry.
Then he rolls on the slopes.
I’m sure it’s better to move than Lubs.
I didn’t forget to pick up people’s bullets.
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After the first wave of chaos.
The shooting finally subsided.
Most people are out of bullets.
It was only then that the commander finally spoke.
Zhou Fai said on the channel of the dialogue: “Oh, my fellow students, let’s calm down. To defeat them, we need wisdom! I’m sorry.
So they were gathered to a place in a hurry.
The first wave lost 30 people.
He was so angry that he almost got carried away.
Or his brother next to him said, “It’s okay. The blues are probably dead, too. I’m sorry.
Zhou Zhou Qianhu has come to an end.
Zhou Fai: We need teams of scouts to look into the blue. I’m sorry.
I stood out.
Jiangxi looked at me and stood up.
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Six teams were assembled, five each.
He said, “There are a few people. I’m sorry.
Zhou Fai was first in command.
Most people want to go and no one wants to stay in the camp.
The Zhou robe is soft and many brothers.
That can only be all going.
He said, “The camp is empty. I’m sorry.
It’s a little restless.
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Five of our team are on the east side of the street.
He said, “The scouts are the ones who see, and are supported by them.” I’m sorry.
But nobody listens.
It’s been a long time since we’ve all been out here.
It’s a long way to go.
A black and black fellow suddenly shouted, “There are enemies ahead!” Charge!
A couple of blues jumped across the street, and the gunman didn’t see it coming.
He said, “If you can win, run!” I’m sorry.
Still nobody listens.
But it’s okay, no one can beat him.
He was in the dark, and a few blues broke out.
Everyone’s clothes are special, and after the “killed” helmet will come out of color.
And then finally…
The blues are looking at me with smoke on their heads.
I look at the sky.
I’m sorry.
Then the blues said, “We don’t want to. Who knows about the gun god?” I’m sorry.
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We’ve probably checked the surrounding terrain.
And managed to touch the blue base.
The five of us are in the grass.
“What do we do now, Gun God?” I’m sorry.
“Shh, don’t disturb the God of Guns. I’m sorry.
“I declare that after that, the Gun God is my idol.” I’m sorry.
Then he got kicked.
When I looked up, the four people, including the guacamole, looked at me with bright eyes and expectations.
Ah, that’s embarrassing.
A moment after silence.
At last he said, “No, there are few of them in their camp!” I’m sorry.
After a little observation, we also found it wrong.
Their tents were just set up, but only a few people came in and out, and there was not even a voice.
“Where are they? I’m sorry.
“Wasn’t we all together yet? I’m sorry.
“The Doo-in, I changed camp because of him. I heard he was a cute bully. I’m sorry.
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My stomach grunted.
A little hungry.
He said, “What the hell, he’s got his claws, and he’s coming back. I’m sorry.
Huh?
The gun is in hand! Follow me!
I took them in with my gun.
Four men followed in chicken blood.
He said, “Come on. I’m sorry.
My hands and heart were also scarred with red blood left behind by Doo-in.
But a gun with dark hands is particularly secure.
And We jumped from the high slope.
The surprises on his face will come to an end.
I ran a few steps forward in my low position.
Left hand mats on the head and a roll.
Find the bunker and shoot a fatal blow on his knees!
Everything’s like a light stone fire.
When the blues reacted, the helmet was smoked.
The blues later remembered: “The first time a girl kneeled on my knees, who knew she was going to kill me.” I’m sorry.
After the war I and his technical summary.
We don’t find it necessary to roll this high-tech action.
Because the enemy can’t react from the beginning to the end.
Kneel for nothing.
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We swept the Blue Base as fast as we could.
Kill three blues.
And then in the eyes of the blues who mourn…
We sit down and split up.
I’m chewing my own beef jerky in their backpacks.
“Let’s talk to the commander. I’m sorry.
“What’s quiet on the channel?” I’m sorry.
His voice just fell.
And suddenly, our conversational channel got a little hot.
Attack! I’m sorry.
“Steal the tower!”
“The home is gone!”
Help! Come back! Help! I’m sorry.
“Commander is dead! We’re surrounded! There are so many of them!”
Don’t come back! I’m sorry.
The five of us are in the blue base.
Oh ho, we swapped the nest.
But the bad news is we lost our command.
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The conversation channel is a mess.
“How can we fight when the commander is dead? I’m sorry.
“Let’s decapitate and send someone to surprise Doo-in. I’m sorry.
“You go?”
“…”
The channel was silent for a while.
I cleared my voice: “Kacah, this is Zhou Yi. I’m sorry.
“Who is it?”
“Looks like that gun god. I’m sorry.
“The one next door in military history who called Doo-in? I’m sorry.
I went on: “I’m at Blue Base now. I’m sorry.
“Rebels? I’m sorry.
“Is this for peace?”
“It’s too much to hold on to. It’s not dark the first day. I’m sorry.
“You’re in the middle of it!” Let’s hear it out! I’m sorry.
I left a mine flat: “The Blue Base is under occupation.” I’m sorry.
“…”
“Aah-ah-ah-ah?”
“The ultimate…the big reverse?” I’m sorry.
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The commander can see the members’ survival.
I killed three members of the Blue Base.
Doo-in must have known the base had been attacked.
We changed the camp.
And I hiccuped: “This wave is better than what they carry in their backpacks.” I’m sorry.
Fat and fat, “Boss, but I brought more and better.” I’m sorry.
“…”
I felt sad at the same time.
He said: “We must fight back!” I’m sorry.
As a result of the successful occupation of the enemy’s camp, I became the logical new command.
I was greeted at the camp.
I don’t want to talk to them either, but they call me the boss.
I’m hiding in the corner laughing.
He said: “Look at your good fortune. I’m sorry.
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I counted.
We have 28 left.
Can’t sleep too much at night.
I divided 28 people into four shifts for the night.
They were able to raid first.
A second attack is possible.
Can’t be taken lightly.
But fine, nothing happened the first night.
But there’s news: there’s a random drop tomorrow at 8:00.
He said, “This is another war. I’m sorry.
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Beijing time 7:55.
I looked up.
He followed me to the sky.
Fats, black skins, big eyes, and more than 20 other brothers with me looking up.
“Is it time?”
Soon. I’m sorry.
“It’s not going to happen again. I’m sorry.
The eyes of the big and the big are the best: “Come! I’m sorry.
The sound of the plane’s coming closer. It’s an airdrop!
I cried out, “The gun is with me!” I’m sorry.
Black leather: “Board, camp…” I’m sorry.
I said, “Listen to me, all of you! Let’s go get the airdrops! I’m sorry.
Charge! I’m sorry.
Guns running, hot blood boiling.
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The empty surrender fell between the two camps.
Closer to their camp.
But we got there faster.
Eyes and eyes: “It’s the boss, so complicated the terrain is remembered all day.” I’m sorry.
The bad news is we only have 23 bullets.
And they arrived only two minutes later.
There were fifty-five of them.
“The number of bullets is almost double ours. I’m sorry.
“We don’t have enough bullets. I’m sorry.
I nod my head.
Black leather: “This Doo-in, every time, everyone goes out and hides in the back.” I’m sorry.
“They probably don’t have a lot of bullets. I’m sorry.
“But there are so many of them we can’t fight. I’m sorry.
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Blue’s first wave has sent five people to lick the air drop.
He asked me to close all the bullets quickly.
I’ve got eight.
He said, ‘Let them go up, but We only let them go up.’ I’m sorry.
At the same time, five of our team members are touching the licking bag.
They’re sending a second team right now.
He said, “Come on. I’m sorry.
I’m a little surprised. Why don’t you let me practice?
He said, “This is your battleground.” I’m sorry.
I hold the gun and I see war in my eyes.
He said, “It’s time to blow the scooter. I’m sorry.
It’s not my memory again.
The number is ringing.
And listen to the dragons.
Every time the scooter rings, they call it a Chinese funeral.
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I’m hiding in the highs on the left and on the right.
I’m holding the rifle and I’m putting the sight in the star.
At this moment, all the noises around us have gone far away, only to hear their own heartbeats and breaths.
My whole world is in this little circle.
And the point is my goal.
He said, “Fire. I’m sorry.
I pulled the trigger.
Two shots from Bang Bang, the shell went off and struck on my helmet, with a huge recoil hitting my right shoulder.
Both shots hit the body of the target almost simultaneously.
Red smoke begins with the target’s helmet.
I adjusted my position.
He said, “Put the gun and flip your left wrist. I’m sorry.
I held the gun, tied my left thumb to the top, and the other four held it to the bottom, with a new understanding of the word “manage.”
Right now, everything is in hand.
Three more shots, and one of the five people who turned up in the second round.
Shots fired on the other side.
Jiangxi took care of him.
I’m still in the stars.
The ears were buzzed.
However, the cries from another world were heard again.
Get down! I’m sorry.
“It’s the God of Guns! I’m sorry.
Enemy camp, head run.
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No one dares come up here again.
The first five blues took their things hard on their heads and ran.
Before they react.
The five members of our team are going to get their things as fast as possible.
“No, they’re hard! I’m sorry.
“Twenty people are coming up! I’m sorry.
“I’m out of bullets. I’m sorry.
I asked, “How are things going?” I’m sorry.
Fatty: Most of the boxes are empty. They must be hungry today! I’m sorry.
I said, “All right, all of you, let’s retreat!” I’m sorry.
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Blue camp seems really urgent.
Hold the gun and start breaking.
But there were no casualties.
The shot didn’t go off for long, I guess.
The sound of joy on the channel of the dialogue is ringing.
Eyes and eyes: “It’s the master of the anthropography who dares to carry a gun.” I’m sorry.
We said, “Stop messing around and retreat, and we won’t win.” I’m sorry.
Equinox led people to the camp.
I got the gun behind me.
He said, “There’s a big fish. I’m sorry.
Hey, it’s Doo-in.
I put his head in the star and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
Doo-in seems to have suddenly felt something and pulled the next mate.
The bullet hit his teammates.
Once again, I pulled the trigger and only heard the sound of the twilight.
I stood up and looked to Doo-in.
The teammates with smoked helmets next to Doo are still yelling in anger.
“What are you talking about? I’m sorry.
I laughed at him and made a neck rub.
The other way, the other way.
Doo-in was angry.
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Return to the camp to take stock of the materials.
I just stepped in there and everybody laughed.
The commander, who was previously killed, was depressed and empty.
Boss!
“The boss is here! I’m sorry.
I couldn’t help but laugh, “What’s the matter? I’m sorry.
The fat man came first: “Boss, I’ve got a whole bag full of food. It’s no big deal for two days! I’m sorry.
I noded, and I picked up a ham sausage from him.
“Hey, look at this, boss. I’m sorry.
All of us have surrounded the past.
This is… night vision?
It’s hard for the instructors, too.
I laughed: “Looks like we need a night war. I’m sorry.
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I picked eight people.
In the afternoon they were sent to the Blue Camp to harass the enemy.
He said, ‘The enemy is standing in my midst, and I am tired, I’m sorry.
I told the eight teammates, “Your job is to do something.” They will not rest because they have taken the cocks and dogs to jump, and they will aim for their desolation. I’m sorry.
“Do something! I’m sorry.
“Ooh, ooh, ooh!”
“Oh la la la la!”
The atmosphere is so happy.
Others looked up to me, “What about us?” I’m sorry.
I said, “Sleep. You’re in charge of the night. I’m sorry.
I’m going to cross my back, and I’m going to hit the Red Army by night to write this military-to-war history.
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I’m hiding on the high slopes as a guard.
The saplings and black skins are the watch.
Eight of the vanguards are on their way.
Quiet in the camp, and soon there was a snoring in the books.
I lay on the grass with mints.
He said: Sleep for a while, with me. I’m sorry.
I did it in a vague manner.
Then he lost consciousness with great relief.
It’s dark again.
The smell of mint in the mouth became the smell of sugar.
He said, “It’s better this way. I’m sorry.
Well, he always liked something sweeter.
Eight players have returned for rotation.
Until late at night.
Everyone’s in shock.
“This is the first time I’ve slept so well in two days. I’m sorry.
“Who dares come with the boss?”
“I’m going to do it now! I’m sorry.
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Beijing time 2:15.
Twenty-eight men out.
He said, “This is the time when man sleeps the most, and it is fit to attack. I’m sorry.
We put on a night vision and we move forward in the night.
We’re all full of sleep.
The dialogue channel is still happy.
“I didn’t let them rest till the afternoon and night. I’m sorry.
“You don’t know the time of the present youth? Can you sleep without getting them tired? I’m sorry.
“There’s a small tear gas in the airdrop. It works. I’m sorry.
“I know I was there. The enemy cried. I’m sorry.
“That was a little early to cry. Tonight is the time to cry. I’m sorry.
“Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!” I’m sorry.
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We touched the local camp near.
Ugly and dark.
You can’t even see your finger.
I first sent a small force to harass.
They beat the drums, yelled at their parents, attracted the enemy’s attention.
We heard the enemy shout, “The enemy is attacking! Wake up!”
After the sound of a ping ping ping.
The enemy came out with a gun in his pants.
And Doo-in shouted, “Kill these sons of bitches!” I’m sorry.
A group of people ran after our advance troops.
And our Lord was ambushed in the last place.
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I put it back in the night vision.
Dark nights begin to shine.
The world in the lens is green, and all my attention is in this green circle.
The swing of the leaves under the breeze is visible.
I saw a little hedgehog passing through the grass.
He said, ‘I have died in a dark battle, and there is no day to come when the smoke will roll.’ I’m sorry.
“I see light in the darkness right now. I’m sorry.
“Thank you. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
The enemy in camouflage uniforms began to enter the horizon.
He said, “Fire. I’m sorry.
I pulled the bolt, I fell and shot.
“biu…”
The bullets broke the quiet of the night sky and suddenly started to make noise.
“An ambush! I’m gone!”
Get down! Take cover!
“Where are the enemies?”
The enemy, who heard the noise, began to rush.
Then puffing up and falling into a puddle like a dumpling.
Slurpy.
I’m good-looking with my gun. I’m sorry.
The blues crawled out of the air: “I didn’t eat a good meal, I didn’t sleep a good day, I didn’t fight a military battle.” I’m sorry.
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The advance party is responsible for inducing people along the route.
And I’ll find a place to shoot.
The angry and exhausted Blue Army was walking around in mountains.
And our conversation channels are full of joy.
When their anger reaches its highest point,
I took my men to the field to take my guns.
I was lying on the grass with a gun in my helmet.
The moon has come out of the clouds.
He said, “The night sky is so beautiful. I’m sorry.
And I look up, and I look to the stars, and I see still.
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Every time the Blue Army finds no one to go back to sleep,
Reconnaissance troops stationed near their camp will report.
Then we started another round of night raids.
He sleeps, I fight.
He fights, I run.
He chases, I ambush.
He’s angry, I rest.
Seven times back and forth, and the light has been lifted.
I was carrying a gun, “Come home and eat! I’m sorry.
On the third day the enemy came to the door and yelled at me seven times.
He asked me what I meant.
And I scratched my head and explained: “The Zhu Ge Liang knew, and the seven captured Meng Zhu Liang was supposed to boast that I was as smart as Zhu Liang. I’m sorry.
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The third day the Blue Army finally stopped.
He came to the door with a gun.
A few hundred meters away, I heard the scream, “Tang Red Army, capture Zhou Yi!” I’m sorry.
“Stand down the Red Army and capture Zhou Yi!” I’m sorry.
Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou!
I’m on my back.
And the eyes of his eyes came in in a panic: “Boss, they’re coming! I’m sorry.
Gather! Gather!
“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?”
“Hey, hey, it’s coming in.” I’m sorry.
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After one night of war.
I counted, and there were only 20 of them left.
It’s like our numbers.
He said, “It’s time to end the fighting. I’m sorry.
We had a heavy shootout.
He did not fight: “The little boy passed over his house, and I could not bully him.” I’m sorry.
I’m laughing and I don’t know who’s the best at night.
But even if he doesn’t.
The blues are also rapidly losing their strength under the fire of me and the herd.
Until the end, there was only Doo-in and his brothers.
I walked out with a gun, and he was scared and he took two steps back.
Last time you sold your teammates again!
He pushed a brother next to him, then turned around and ran: “Only I am alive, they will not win.” I’m sorry.
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His brother was shot by our teammates.
Blue team with smoked helmets.
They all sat there and shouted, “Doo-in!” I want to see him die!”
The command of a salesman to escape is not worthy of respect.
I’m running with a gun.
“There’s no more bullets. Go and get him. I’m sorry.
And We laughed at him: “Whoever says there is no more bullets, We left him one.” I’m sorry.
Doo-in is rushing.
But after all, he wasn’t much of a rester. He couldn’t run.
Goose and other teammates first.
The bluesmen who took their helmets off didn’t leave, but followed them.
Doo-in’s foot slows down.
I’m going up the hill and I’m going up there with a gun.
The small world of that circle is targeted again.
Numerous times with a rifle, countless times with a bolt and countless times with a aim.
It’s a memory engraved deep in the soul.
He said, “Burn him.”
I pulled the trigger.
Bang!
When Doo-in ran to his body, he stopped and fell on his knees.
The helmet was full of loud noises, and the smoke came out.
Turning around, he threw his helmet away and said, “Chou Zhou Zhou Zhou”
I was carrying a gun and jumped a few times from the hill.
Fall in front of Doo-in.
And I looked at the indian sitting on the ground with a gun, and I looked with contempt: “Hello, ghost of the gun.” I’m sorry.
I am the only one who dares to stand up.
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Doo-in-il raised his head and he looked angry.
He came over, punched me in the face.
I was thinking, “Oh, shit.”
The body suddenly becomes light.
He suddenly took control of the body.
He took his head off this punch.
Then grab his wrist and slap him in the face.
“Pop…”
“Are you okay?” I’m sorry.
He came to restrain Doo-in and returned his feet.
Angry Blue Killer came, “The bastard, a salesman, hit a girl, and attacked! I’m sorry.
They surrounded Doo-in.
Up there is a beating.
They’re so angry!
All the suffocations of the past three days have been released at this moment.
Until the teacher arrived in a hurry and finally stopped everything.
The military-to-war was thus perfect.
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The camping ceremony.
The headmaster is happy to give an award to his outstanding classmates.
I’m standing at the top of the podium shaking my legs.
On the left is the same sapling.
On the right is Zhang Jing, the champion of the military song contest.
The principal picked up the medal.
Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou! I’m sorry.
The principal saw me.
Face black.
That’s what I’ve been through.
The Royal Instructor continued: “She is in danger of being ordered to provoke the Great Leader of the Red Army!”
“She provoked the enemy camp seven times a night, disrupting the enemy’s plan of operations.
“She shot and killed an enemy camp commander.
“She is a worthy man in the army! She is the future of the country! I’m sorry.
The headmaster put on a medal with a stiff smile: “Future beams! I’m sorry.
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A month-long military training ended successfully.
We’re sitting in the back bus.
Way to go.
“I’ll take you to Chengdu when I get back.” I’m sorry.
“We can go eat a spicy rabbit head. I’m sorry.
“Go eat a string. I’m sorry.
“Go eat beans. I’m sorry.
“Go and eat your hands. I’m sorry.
“…”
There was a storm when I spoke.
The asphalty rain washed down and the windows were covered.
Even with his voice began to blur.
He whispered, “Okay. I’m sorry.
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It’s dark down.
My eyes are in the window.
As the bus rolls forward, the image on the window changes.
Those vague black and white stories are shown in the window like a horselight.
And the people around are nothing different.
I touched him with a cold window and asked him, “Is that your past?” I’m sorry.
No answer.
I saw him at the front of the queue.
A hundred miles to the battlefield.
His face was swollen, his clothes were swollen and his feet were covered with a layer of blood bubble.
But his eyes are firm.
He said, “Though millions of people have passed away, blood is splattered, blood is hot.” I’m sorry.
The smoke rolls, the cannons roar, the bodies are falling.
The horns of the offensive are blown over and over again.
He stood in a ditch and was muddy.
We’ll be all over each other.
He said, “The defence of the land is the duty of the military, and it is an honour to die for the country. I’m sorry.
He looked up and looked at the sky, but the smoke was dark, and he could no longer see the stars.
But I saw the stars in his eyes full of hope and vision.
“Go, go, go, go! I’m sorry.
Behind us is our China, and we have no way back. I’m sorry.
He looked to me from another world.
He said, “Well, don’t go. I’m sorry.
I choked and whispered, “The liar.” I’m sorry.
He fell down at the same time as a young soldier with a young face.
The soldier asked: “Captain, do we have tomorrow?” I’m sorry.
He held a rifle and he was kneeling on his knees with a wound: “I don’t know.” I’m sorry.
“What do you say about China tomorrow? I’m sorry.
“I want to know too. I’m sorry.
The last shell fell before the eyes.
He looked straight into the dark sky and then smiled and closed his eyes.
I wonder if I’ve seen tomorrow.
Images faded.
The mirror shows my face.
Youth, blood, ideals.
All the students around are like this.
We are booming, like the morning sun at eight or nine o’clock.
And we may look like China tomorrow.
I’ve wiped my face and it’s full of tears.
Zhang’s hand and foot pulled out the paper towel, “What are you crying for?” I’m sorry.
Equinox looked back at me and finally took off his coat and covered my head.
I cried with my clothes covered in my face.
I can’t hear his voice anymore.
It’s like a dream. It’s like a dream.
But I have no regrets, and I will go further with his expectations.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
