I feel that no one can explain the term "survival from desperate situations" as well as I can...
Survival from a desperate situation is not a sudden awakening as if from another world. It is not a prophecy that you will be lucky if you survive a catastrophe. It is that after you have lost everything, you suddenly have strength again and can stand up with your eyes wide open and tensed muscles. Who else can you see? They all have the courage to fight.
Really, even if there is an old scalper standing in front of me at this time, I want to try it with my wrist and its horns to see who is more powerful!
understand?
This is called survival from desperate situations!
"Master Xu!"
A shout came from behind me, and I immediately turned my head with the gun in hand.
In the jungle, several men wearing Wa costumes slowly walked out with attention: "Is it Mr. Xu?"
Another man responded: "That's Mr. Xu. I saw Mr. Xu patrolling the market. He seemed to have his second wife with him at the time."
"Mr. Xu, it was me, Naha in the market. The crocodile escaped, and I stepped on his mouth and tied him up with a rope. Do you remember?"
I didn't think about it, not at all.
Burea stood up vigilantly, and first asked in the unique language of the Wa people: "Who are you? Why are you here?"
Waiting for those Wa people to reply in the same language: "We are just ordinary people, here to save people!"
Burea then relaxed his vigilance. For him, being able to speak the Wa language fluently has proved their identity. Moreover, they can also name the second lady. If it weren't for the vendors in the Meng Neng market, who would be able to remember this? clear?
But how does he know what a politician is?
Damn!
I pulled the trigger directly at the foot of the man who was about to step forward. When the dirt on the ground was splashed by the bullets, I glared at him and shouted: "If you take even one step forward, I will give you a hand immediately." It’s all fucking ‘Tutu’!”
The man looked "unjustly accused" and opened his mouth as if he could hardly speak. How could he, a wild animal seller, know how to deal with such a scene?
When I saw that no one was cooperating with me in my performance, Bujea also picked up the gun again like a fool and followed me to guard against it. He didn't talk to me at all. I suddenly regretted this performance. He is a Burea, not a Banbra. Shouldn't this be embarrassing?
"Who knows them?"
Fortunately, I reacted quickly and asked the group of children.
A little girl came over, wiping the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand, grabbing the corner of my clothes with her little hands and shouting, "Uncle, they are good people."
"I know this guy, he works for our family." This little girl gave me a very clear signal.
The little girl's words made me immediately put away my gun, squat down, and smiled gently at the little girl: "Don't be afraid, girl, tell uncle, do you really know them?"
Before I could finish my words, a strong Wa man with a shotgun rushed out of the forest. He was followed by more than a dozen people. He rushed out and ran towards the girl in front of him. When he got close, he dropped his gun and hugged her. The little girl living there: "My daughter!"
That kind of fear, that kind of worry, that kind of longing belongs only to a father who has a daughter, and cannot be faked at all.
Because he could regard me as nothing under the muzzle of my gun, and could see nothing when Bujea raised his gun, without any regard for his own safety.
They even hugged each other for half a minute, still reluctant to let go.
In the end, it was the little girl who took the initiative to break away from his arms: "Dad..." The little girl looked at me in the arms of the Wa leader.
The leader of the Wa tribe squatted there and held his daughter in his arms and asked, "Are you Mr. Meng Neng?"
"it's me."
After getting my response, the leader asked, "Can you tell me what's going on?"
How can you say this thing yourself?
But except for these children, no one around me can help me!
"I went to a jade mine and on the way back, I saw children being attacked."
A little boy came over. Obviously, this boy knew who the strong man in front of him was: "Headman, he saved us!"
The little boy Kaba said with eyes wide open: "I heard our teacher shouting, 'Mr. Xu, you are here to save us, right?', 'Mr. Xu, you must be here to save us!'"
In the impression of adults, children cannot lie.
And I, at this moment, really want to shout out Teacher Guo’s wise saying: “Give the child another hamburger!”
This kid is so damn attractive. What he said is more effective than if I built a hundred hospitals for the entire Meneng!
As soon as the little boy opened his mouth, the little girl also started talking: "The teacher also said that Uncle Xu's behavior is the 'courage' that the teacher talked about in class."
The two children's singing made the leader's eyes change when he looked at me!
From the initial confusion to the final gratitude, I can’t count how many times he changed his eyes and how many flickers there were in his eyes, but I could clearly hear what he said to me: “Mr. Xu, it’s really you who saved me. Got them?"
The meaning of this sentence is not to ask, but to be touched. It is like saying "how did you get such a disease" when visiting the hospital. The meaning of this sentence is not "how did you choose so accurately" It's like saying 'why are you so unlucky'.
At this moment, I exerted my shameless spirit to the end, raised my chest and faced the last ray of sunshine in the Mengneng Mountains, and said eight words: "It is our duty to defend our land, and we have no shirking duty!"
At that moment, the Wa leader bent down with one leg, and all the Wa people behind him knelt down at the same moment. But I, with my quick hands and eyes, immediately held the opponent's arms!
"What is this for!"
I have to do this. If I don’t do this, how can I pinch his clothes with the blood on my hands?
"Master Xu, are you injured?"
A wooden thorn half as long as the forearm is still stuck in the arm. Isn't that an injury? Could it be that a branch got scratched while jumping rubber bands?
But you can’t say that!
"Brzea!"
To be honest, my original intention is that at this time you have to talk about how we fought this battle, how brave and fearless we were, and how we rescued the child without fear of life and death from the enemy's bullets.
As a result, the real grandson of Bure Azhen, maybe thinking that I wanted to show my attributes as a man, came over and grabbed the wooden thorn - poof!
Just pull it out for me!
That kind of pain was like all the pain I had ever experienced in my life concentrated on one point and completely magnified.
My eyes were so painful that I couldn't see anyone anymore, but I still couldn't close my eyes. Big beads of sweat were falling from my forehead, and I couldn't even hum.
When my eyes focused again, it was like walking on the Naihe Bridge and letting the wind blow me back. The key is that the person who sent me to the Naihe Bridge was not Lao Lin, but his mother Burea!
At that moment, I felt the trembling of the lips, thinking of the female teacher. Even if she were here, I couldn't suffer this!
Brea, if you really care about my throne, why don't you send us a text message if you can't? If you act like this, sooner or later I will die at your hands!
Look at the woman you found, and look at what you did!
However, that female teacher is a little too impatient. If she doesn't run away, after this battle is over, I have to praise her whether I like it or not... I can't blame people for saying that old women have long hair and short knowledge, no matter how persistent you are Half an hour, just half an hour... (End of chapter)
