One knife, strengthened 100,000 times

The smoke cleared.

Those who are unswervingly convinced to death, firmly believe that they eat fried rice and snow water so that their descendants do not have to eat fried rice and snow water, firmly believe that they go to the battlefield so that their descendants do not have to go to the battlefield, firmly believe that they are tired and tired so that their descendants can live a happy life, and the heroic spirits have turned into light one by one.

After fighting a lifetime of fighting, the biggest regret is that the old man who failed to marry his daughter-in-law put down the gun in his hand.

The muzzle is reddish.

Putting his hand on the grip of his old guy who had been with him for many years, he kept his guard on guard, he looked at the defeated subordinates who were once his subordinates, and now the huge snake body was beaten into a sieve, slowly changing, shrinking, and finally turning into an old man covered in blood.

There was no sorrow or joy in his eyes, and he did not seem to feel any honor for defeating an enemy who had come to invade the kingdom again.

He is a soldier, and even if he is discharged from the army and becomes a veteran, it is still his duty to protect his home and defend the country.

Where the duty lies, there is nothing to show off.

If there is a war, the call will return.

The vows that were once made have not been forgotten for a moment are now nothing more than fulfillment of them.

On the ground, an old Indian named Bayaji coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Born out of the Anthem canon written by its founders Nanak, Arjun, and previous ancestors, Atigrant has no resistance to the bullets of atheists.

All the resistance of the cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods was futile in front of the old man.

Pang Xingguo, a fifth-level awakener, a first-class meritorious recipient, was awarded a first-class combat hero and received numerous medals and meritorious achievements, and the ability was given a special meaning in that era:

“Kill the divine and unstoppable torrent of steel!”

Defeat all cows, ghosts, snakes and gods, veto all divinity, and firmly believe in the firm will to achieve the future by relying on both hands!

At this moment, looking at his former captive, the old man shook his head.

Glancing at the shady curtain.

His gaze was not affected by the left trick of this exotic god, and he easily saw the young man who was still guarding his companions in the dark and fighting with the enemy.

“You see, we old guys should have gone into the coffin a long time ago, and now it’s a stage for young people.” I’m old, fighting and killing every day, what does it look like? In other words, I have never understood the thoughts of your group of third brothers. Do you really think that Shiva of yours in this world was still made by some emperor Shi Tian? The world has to revolve around you? Back then, if the order had not been sent, we would have fought back in self-defense, and Lao Tzu would have planted the flag at the head of Delhi. Also the birthplace of ancient civilizations, we give you dignity, but you do not want it yourself. What was going on in that battle back then, how unbeatable were you and didn’t have points in your heart? Or say that you drink too much Ganges water. With a group of three-legged cats, they also dare to come to the night sea to fight the idea of the four holy seals? …… Nong’s head is Watt? ”

Directly proportional to the old man’s strong fighting power is his unreasonable poisonous tongue.

Every sentence, like a famous saying that has always been firmly believed, strategically despises the enemy to the fullest.

But all the while, his hand holding the gun did not relax in the slightest.

And hearing his words, Bayaji clenched his fists.

It seems extremely unwilling.

How can it be willing?

His own people, his comrades-in-arms, were slaughtered by this demon in front of him, shot by shot.

Except for himself, a prisoner who “looks like a big official”, no one in the battalion survived.

When the enemy stands in front of him and sprays venom one by one with a victorious gesture as he did back then, how can he be willing!?

“Huh… Huh…”

Suddenly, Bayeji laughed hard.

The bullet had pierced his lungs, making his laughter sound like a broken drum with a breezy face.

But the old man Pang Xingguo instantly raised his muzzle and aimed it at him again.

This time, there is no need for prisoners.

“Pang … Prosper…… Country…… Ahem. ”

Bayeji spat out a mouthful of blood again.

“You this… By the times… Abandoned old guy… Thought…… You win? …… Huh…”

“Arrogant… Celestial…… People, the great scorching sun… Son, I have seen through you… The trick … Ignorant pride and conceit … Cover your double… That green leaf of the eye… Ahem…”

“New history…”

“Tap-da-da.”

Before Bayeji’s words were finished, the old man raised his muzzle, and three bullets unreasonably pierced his skull.

The words fade with the wind with the dilation of pupils that gradually lose focus.

The old man shook his head:

“In recent TV series, villains always die of talking too much. Your words, too much. Prisoner No. 77. ”

After that, he stepped over Bayeji’s corpse, glanced at the unconscious little girl who fell aside, and sighed.

What a doll… If he could be born in the Celestial Empire, he might be in the first grade of elementary school now, right? If you study well, maybe the teacher can also reward a little red flower~

It’s a pity.

Shaking his head, his gaze saw through the layers of black fog and focused on the young investigator who was fighting the enemy.

He didn’t mean to help.

Not at all.

How can a small soldier grow up quickly without experiencing the fires of war?

Come on, doll.

Old man, I’ll help you solve the rest of the trouble.

Armed with a gun, he walked into the black mist with great eloquence.

Without causing any notice, they passed through the two of them, and when they were about to step into the Dragon King Pavilion, suddenly…

The sky has changed!