The King of Swords

Chapter 76 The Veteran Guard, Uncle Qin

"Mother Wu."

Lin Fan walked over and called the dean. Everyone called Wu Ma, like a mother taking care of all the children.

Wu Ma patted Lin Fan's shoulder, smiled gratified, and said, "Grow up! It's not bad! Your grandfather Qin fell and fell into a coma yesterday. Maybe he was old and woke up with a little dementia. Then he suddenly said that he hadn't seen you for a long time, and that he wanted to see you. Today is the day he went to pay homage to his comrades in arms in previous years, so you will take him there. You have been there before, try to keep him happy and help his condition. "

"Okay, I will take good care of Grandpa Qin." Lin Fan nodded heavily. He followed Uncle Qin to the Martyrs Cemetery in Fengcheng when he was a child.

"Okay, I'll go to work first."

Watching Wu Ma leave, Lin Fan carefully crouched beside the wheelchair, grabbed Uncle Qin's dry hand, and whispered, "Grandpa Qin, Xiaofan is here to see you."

Uncle Qin's unfocused eyes, when he heard this sentence, seemed to have light, and slowly condensed on Lin Fan's face. A smile appeared on the old face like dry bark, and his voice was a little dry and a little hoarse. , but still so kind, "Xiaofan is here!"

"I've grown up! I've become a handsome boy."

"Uncle Qin is going to die today. Remembering that I haven't seen you for a long time, I just want to see you. Are you busy?"

Lin Fan said quickly, "Grandpa Qin, don't talk nonsense, you will definitely live a hundred years."

"Hahaha~~"

Uncle Qin suddenly laughed loudly, "You boy, you are cursing me again, I told you that I am a strong man, I have lived for more than 200 years this year, and I will live a long life, and the strong man has a premonition when he will dead."

"Grandpa Qin, don't make trouble, okay?" Lin Fan was a little sad just now, but now it's gone, and he can't help laughing.

When I was a child, I often heard Uncle Qin tell many stories about the battlefield. I heard him say that he was a very powerful Awakener. He led his comrades to kill aliens on the battlefield. How could a person be a doorman in an orphanage for more than ten years.

Of course, it's not all stories, because Uncle Qin was a soldier when he was young, and naturally he also went to the battlefield. It's just that the story he told is someone else's story. As his own, Lin Fan never exposed him. After all The old people are still very nice.

"Okay, don't make trouble."

Uncle Qin grinned and saw what was under Lin Fan's feet, his eyes suddenly lit up, "You kid, I still remember that I like to eat these, yes, you have a little conscience. Light, you can only drink."

"Hehehe~~" Lin Fan scratched his head a little embarrassedly. He was hungry when he was a child, so he wanted to eat.

Only people who have been really hungry know the happiness of being full every time. Now basically they will no longer be hungry, but he still eats every meal on time, and filling his stomach is instinct.

When leaving for the Windy City Martyrs Cemetery.

Uncle Qin suddenly asked Lin Fan to go under the bed and drag a long box out and let him take it with him.

An old wooden box, covered with dust, has not been taken out for a long time, it still has a lock, it is quite heavy, but fortunately, now that Lin Fan has a lot of strength, it is not troublesome to carry.

Lin Fan brought a wooden box, wine and vegetables, and four bowls, and pushed Uncle Qin, one old and one young, talking and laughing, got on the bus, and set off towards the Martyrs Cemetery in the center of Fengcheng.

Lin Fan said a lot about his own life, and he lived a good life. He also talked about the recent killing of monsters and aliens. Uncle Qin's eyes were shining, and he yelled loudly: "These bastards deserve to die."

Uncle Qin kept talking about Lin Fan's childhood. Lin Fan had forgotten many things, but Uncle Qin still remembered it very clearly, which made Lin Fan cherish for a while.

Uncle Qin's spirit is so good, which makes Lin Fan very happy.

Arriving at the Martyrs' Cemetery and entering, Lin Fan vaguely remembered the direction he had come from when he was a child. He walked towards the depths, passing rows of stone monuments, some of which were newly added, and some of which were already outdated. These are the heroes of the Windy City. Basically, they all died on the battlefield against alien races, and many people didn't even bring back a single corpse.

Even in such a small place as Windy City, the stele could not be seen at a glance.

Uncle Qin, who was in high spirits, became very quiet, and Lin Fan was also silent. When he was a child, he didn't know much about this world or the human beings in this world, so he didn't feel much.

But now, the mood is very complicated.

On this earth, in the center of every city, a martyr's cemetery is built, which represents the highest respect of human beings to the dead heroes, which also means that every place has a large number of human beings who have died in the frontline battlefields of alien races. In order to stop the invasion of alien races, and for the homeland behind them, they have used blood and bodies to block the progress of alien races, creating a relatively peaceful human pure land.

This is why every child in this world is proud to be an Awakened!
Don't the parents of every child know what to face after becoming an Awakened?

They want to go to the battlefield, and they want to fight against foreigners. Who doesn't want their children to be safe and happy for a lifetime.

But only the earth can have a home, and the human world can only be achieved with the dedication of these heroes. No one wants history to repeat itself.

At the end, in the deepest part of the Martyrs' Cemetery, Lin Fan stopped and stopped in front of a huge stone tablet with a dense number of names engraved on it.

Uncle Qin suddenly struggled to get up from the wheelchair, Lin Fan hurriedly went to help, but was pushed aside by Uncle Qin.

The body trembled, but it was so firm.

Walking to the huge stone monument, looking at the familiar names, Uncle Qin's already dim eyes had a trace of nostalgia and sadness, and he kept muttering something.

Lin Fan, who was next to him, heard it clearly. It was a small name, not like a big name on the stone tablet, but a familiar name, a name between brothers.

"Xiaofan, take out all the wine, I want to have a drink with my brothers." Uncle Qin said suddenly.

"it is good!"

Lin Fan opened a box of wine and took out four bowls at the same time. Three were placed in front of the stone tablet and one was in Master Qin's hand.

Uncle Qin took the wine, sat on the floor, filled three bowls, filled his own bowl, sprinkled the first bowl around the stone tablet, and said loudly, "Brothers, Brother Qin is coming to see you again. Now, I've brought you wine, I've been waiting for this day for a long time, we can meet again, this first bowl of wine to everyone!"

When Lin Fan heard this, he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything and listened silently.

"I drank this second bowl of wine!"

gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo~
"I still drink this third bowl of wine, hahaha~"

Lin Fan hurriedly placed peanuts and side dishes, he couldn't drink like this!

"Come on, Xiaofan, you also come to salute everyone."

"Okay!"

One old and one young, sitting in front of the stone monument, drinking wine.

At this moment, the heroic feeling of a veteran displayed on Uncle Qin's body made Lin Fan be infected by it, and his mood was also surging.

Just like that, while drinking, Uncle Qin also respected his brothers at the same time, and a box of wine quickly bottomed out.

Lin Fan is a little over the top!
He has a good amount of alcohol, but he can't stand drinking like this. Fortunately, his physique has doubled in half a step, or he would have collapsed long ago.

While drunk, he saw that Uncle Qin suddenly got up, walked tremblingly to the box he brought, and opened the lock.

Lin Fan also got up and walked over. He was shocked when he saw it. Inside was a standard machete, neatly folded military uniforms, and a small iron box. When he opened it, he saw a piece of old aura. 's Medal of Merit.

(End of this chapter)