Soldiers from Eastern Shan State rushed down. They used the ancient three-three tactic in an environment where machine guns were pressing down.
Lin Minxian shouted in the mountains and forests: "Yang Rong, you have to be buried with Qu Hu!"
"I'm going to cut off your fucking head and hang it on a tree, and tell all the Wa people what will happen if you dare to touch the Quhu!"
"I want you to die badly!!!"
"I'm going to kill your whole family!!"
At this moment, Yang Rong stood up and lay flat on the edge of the trench, resting his chin with both hands, as if enjoying the last charge of the enemy in his life.
This is his life.
Yang Rong believes in his destiny.
An old man once told him: "Child, everyone has his own life. If you die on the battlefield, you will not die in the hospital bed. Therefore, don't be afraid after going to the battlefield. That is a destiny. There is no chance." Change."
From now on, Yang Rong can live as happily as he wants. If he doesn't like you, he will never say another word to you;
If he likes to play some games, he will hold his phone all day long.
Isn’t it all about fate?
So why bother?
Then, Yang Rong, who didn't like to communicate with others, appeared in front of everyone.
He felt that living like this was very comfortable. Anyway, the old man was enough to do all the thinking. At most, he was not willing to worry about it until he went to the battlefield. This was because the old man was old and couldn't fight anymore.
Until the man named Xu appeared...
It seems like everything has changed.
He has the unique humor of Northeastern people, and he can always make everyone laugh and laugh with just a few words;
He can complete tasks that make other people's heads hurt, just like He Chuntian came and Meng Neng made Lao Qiao worry about it, but this guy left in just a few words.
He was bad and couldn't get the money, so he started a landlord fight with Bujea. In the end, he lost everything and still owed foreign debts. As a result, the grandson finally had to ask for a favor and said: "I don't want the money you owe."
X Damn you!
After cursing this sentence in his heart, Yang Rong felt happy.
He didn't know how there was any love in that guy, but he was able to gather everyone around him, and he was unwilling to leave even if these people were constantly fighting for their own interests.
It was him who told himself with practical actions that as long as you don't believe in fate, then 'fate' can't trap you. Otherwise, who would dare to jump from the sixth floor?
He used his own struggle to tell everyone that even a beetle can make waves. Otherwise, who could sneak up from a 'mute' to Old Qiao and get higher and higher?
But... Lao Xu...
Even if everyone can tolerate all the mistakes you make because of your personal charm, how can you tolerate the revenge of killing your father? !
You should clean up that villa carefully. You should be good at fooling these people for the rest of your life. Why do you have to reveal the mystery?
Yang Rong felt it was a pity.
He was quite willing to be a bitch under this kid, and then push out all the non-human things for others to do.
In fact, Yang Rong has returned to his heart. On that night when Meng Mao was in danger, he had already returned to his heart when he could bear the thunder for Meng Neng...
At the moment when Yang Rong faced the enemy's constant charge, the smile on his face expressed the meaning of the sentence "There is no greater sorrow than the death of the heart."
He knew that Xu Ruifeng would not come.
He knew that exchanging his own death for the peace of the entire Meneng and exchanging Bangkang was the choice that maximized his interests at the moment.
friend……
In Menneng's park, these two words are the most valuable thing in exchange for a phone number that saves you from having to call for a day. The person named Xu came from the park, and he actually set up a special bureau like this. Isn't this stupid? What?
"Xu Ruifeng!"
Yang Rong lay in the trench and finally opened his mouth: "Now you are a qualified king!" But he said endless ridicule.
He admitted it, but was disappointed.
"beat!"
"Damn it, Li Ge, use all your firepower!"
"You fucking demolished those two mountains for me!!"
boom!
In the dark night, before the roar of machinery could be heard, a ball of artillery fire suddenly appeared on the scorched hilltop.
Ten tanks filed in along the narrow mountain road, using the mountain slope to slightly tilt their muzzles, and wildly expanded and retracted against the mountains on both sides. Each time, they could bring about a huge roar of artillery fire.
The battalion commander lifted the helmet off his head with one stroke, pointed at the mountain that was constantly splattered with mud and burnt sawdust, and shouted: "Commander, this is the T-72, the T-72 we just repaired!!!"
Boo!
Boo! Boo! Boo!
Boo!
Ten tanks used artillery fire to frequently bombard the general direction of the machine gun point on the mountain, and then armored vehicles with different armor shapes drove out on the mountain road.
Chug tug tug!
Chug tug tug!
Chuchuchu!
The muzzle of the gun began to fire wildly at the top of the mountain. Every black human-shaped object that was moving towards the top of the mountain in darkness was knocked down. The soldiers from Eastern Shan State followed. At the end of autumn, wild fruits in the woods began to fall naturally. Rolling down the hillside.
"Wa National Group!"
"Restoration Corps!"
"Enter the position and kill the enemy for Commander Yang Rong!!!"
Yang Rong was so angry that he jumped up in the river, jumping on his feet and yelling: "Enter the position and fuck your mother, firecrackers!"
"Find the commanding heights on the spot and eliminate all the active forces in Eastern Shan State in the valley!"
I once scolded Yang Rong in front of Yang Rong, saying, "Damn it, firecrackers." But when I heard him say this, I can't describe the feeling in my heart.
The next second, a fully resurrected Yang Rong took over all the command naturally without my instructions: "The Wa State Regiment blocks Lin Minxian's retreat, the Restoration Regiment surrounds the mountains on both sides and is not allowed to move forward, the mechanized troops have full firepower Cover it and report to me after you have used up half of the ammunition!"
"One battalion!"
"Fight back!"
“Empty the magazine!!!”
Hoo, ho, ho!
At that time, I was standing on the top of the mountain, gasping for air. Just these few throats almost made me cry out for convulsions. I had to rely on two legs to rush through the mountain... What? Mechanized troops? Without them, I might be able to get here faster. This little thing can't move in the mountains at all, but without them in my hands, I don't know what to do. Sometimes the narrow roads in the mountains can only accommodate two people. People passed side by side, and all mechanized troops had to take a detour, which resulted in the current belated situation.
Well, another reason is that I ran to the wrong mountain.
I followed the hilltop leading to Erdaowan, hoping to let the troops take a wider path, but after getting lost, I climbed up and saw a magnificent city!
I rushed to Bangkang.
But the billowing black smoke that kept rising from the mountains was like a hand digging into my heart, forcefully pulling me back, leaving me stuck on the edge of Bangkang, unable to take a step out. Then I suddenly realized that maybe I hadn't run in the wrong direction.
The struggle in my heart at that time was like a figure standing on the top of a mountain looking back and forth, not knowing which way to look.
For me personally, Yang Rong must die. After he dies, everything will stop. Even if Burea makes trouble again in the future, I can settle it.
For Meng Neng, Yang Rong is equivalent to a target that others will definitely attack. No matter which force I have conflicts with in the future, he will be their entry point...
only.
only……
only!
In this case, even if I can conquer the whole world, what's the point?
Isn't this world cold?
When I sit on the throne, what will I see?
It's the pair of armors below, the eyes whose faces can't be seen clearly in the darkness, the young people I don't want to get to know again, and I can't feel the indifference in their hearts at all.
Just imagine, a person born in the 1980s who likes Andy Lau may not even like Huang Xiaoming. Why do you want me to like kids like A Zhan and Yi Bo?
They are very good, handsome, and talented, so what?
how is it! (End of chapter)
