Chapter 1: My heart is beating, my heart is burning!
The 73rd year of the Chang'an calendar.
Daxia·Jiangnan Prefecture·Pinghai City.
brush!
Wang Jue was lying on his desk, concentrating on reading the comprehensive volume of political history and geography.
[Multiple choice question 1: What does the saying "To defend the island means to defend the country", which is well known to the people of Daxia, mean? 】
[a: More than seventy years ago, demons invaded on a large scale, taking the aura-rich New World as their own, and established three island chains to block Daxia’s potential for outward development. 】
[b: The demon has cultivated a large number of demon blood slaves and sent them to many islands in the sea to serve as cannon fodder on the island chain battlefield. 】
[c: Daxia and the demons have been fighting against each other for hundreds of years. Every island is a battlefield. If you guard the island, you can keep the demons away from the country. 】
[d: Demonic slave masters genocide anti-human gangsters! must! Destroyed! 】
The corners of Wang Jue's mouth raised slightly and he said confidently:
"Choose c, it's another question to get points!"
as expected.
Turn to the next page for the answer analysis, and it clearly says:
"Correct answer: c"
"Question analysis: a is the historical background of the saying 'to defend the island is to defend the country', not its meaning; b is a brief description of the blood slave cannon fodder army; c is a good explanation of the meaning of the saying, the island is On the battlefield, defending the island is equivalent to defending Daxia; d has nothing to do with this question."
at this time,
The tips of Wang Jue's ears twitched slightly.
There were heavy footsteps outside the door.
Tread, tread, tread.
A burly and majestic Texas man-Wang Hu walked into the house, holding a bag of freshly baked fried tiger in his hand.
This is a famous breakfast pasta along the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal. Use wheat flour, add an appropriate amount of water, alkaline flour, and salt to make a dough. Roll it out into a half-centimeter thick, palm-sized dough piece, put it into an oil pan, and fry it. When it is about eight or nine years old, take it out, tear open a hole the size of a duck egg, crack the egg liquid and pour it into your mouth, and then fry it again. After the egg is cooked, you can take it out and eat it. Texans affectionately call it fried tiger.
Wang Hu took a big sip and chewed up half of the fried tiger.
Perhaps the taste of his hometown's delicacies reminded him of something troubling. The burly Texas man suddenly sighed and his eyes gradually lowered.
Like a hero dying late.
There was a bit of sadness on his face, and he shouted loudly to Wang Jue in the study:
"Son, dad is going to jail. The police comrade is very nice and agreed to let me see you for the last time."
"It's just that starting from tomorrow, dad will no longer be able to eat fried tigers. You should also take care of yourself, don't listen to the teacher's words, strive for puppy love, find three or five girlfriends, have seven or eight children, and continue the incense of my Wang family... …”
"Hey, Dad, a few days ago, I was lying on the sofa watching Sun Tzu's Art of War every day. Why don't you understand?"
While talking, Wang Hu put on the common clothes in prison, his eyes were reddish, and tears were almost shed.
When a man tears, he doesn't shed them easily.
Just not to the point of sadness.
The next second.
Wang Jue’s complaint came from the study:
"Comrade prison guard, comrade actor, why don't you go to the entertainment industry? That's where you can maximize your unique skills of deception and abduction!"
Wang Hu was wearing a police uniform and said solemnly:
"Do you understand the word read circle, juan?"
Wang Jue sighed, closed the college entrance examination review materials, walked out of the study slowly, frowned and said:
"Dad, do you really want to be a prison guard? You have less money and are far away from home. If grandpa survives, he will hit you on the back with his mahogany crutch. We, the old Wang family, never do business at a loss~"
Wang Hu glanced outside the door, and saw a police car parked quietly under the big willow tree, and said calmly:
"The old man also said before he left that on the battlefield, relationships are not judged by blood ties. Anyone who shares blood with our Wang family is our brother!"
Mentioning the word "battlefield", Wang Jue immediately remembered the past, looked at the monster claw marks on his father's throat with distress, and said in a resentful tone;
"Dad, those people are deserters. Those bastards were no longer your brothers from the moment they abandoned you and fled the battlefield on Yanzhao Island!
They will have to make a living in prison for the rest of their lives. Do you really want to work as a prison guard with no money or power for those losers? "
Wang Hu shrugged and said with a playful smile:
"You can't say it to death. Maybe your father and I will get a promotion and a salary increase, and become the boss of Longmen No. 1 Prison within two months?"
"dad!"
"At times like this, stop joking!!!"
Wang Jue was emotionally excited for a moment, his body trembled, his heart was violently stimulated, and it began to sting as usual, as if a small slit had been torn open in his atrium, and some foreign object had been stuffed into it and kept stirring!
Every time he got angry, he would feel severe pain.
My father called in many famous doctors, but nothing could be found.
When he was seven years old, a swordsman came to Wang Hu's house to reminisce about old times. He taught Wang Jue a set of Bingxin Jue, which he could recite when he was in a bad mood. It was a disaster, so I didn’t take it too seriously.
Wang Jue covered his chest and said emotionally:
"Dad, I can understand what you are thinking. You want to join Longmen No. 1 Prison as a prison guard because you want to protect your brothers, but don't forget it!
That's no ordinary prison, it's built on Longmen Island!
The three island chains established by the demons have sealed our Daxia to death!
Food cannot be transported in, and the army cannot fight out. Every island, for us in Daxia, can be said to be a large unsinkable warship.
But there are only three large islands in Daxia's hands. Longmen Island, which covers an area of hundreds of square kilometers, is specially used as a prison. Isn't it just to use the flesh and blood of prisoners to attract demons at critical moments?
Every year, the death rate of Longmen prison guards is no less than 10%. If you go, you will die! "
Wang Hu looked solemn, chewed up the remaining half of the fried tiger, and said in a deep voice:
"I don't want to repeat it a third time. I said it - whoever bleeds with me is my brother!"
Not the Wang family, but Wang Hu!
That moment.
A chilling aura unique to the battlefield suddenly appeared in Wang Hu's eyes!
Like a ferocious tiger descending from the mountain, roaring in the forest!
The aura that looked down on the world was so shocking that Wang Jue couldn't even utter a word.
At this moment, Wang Jue suddenly realized why his father was qualified to obtain a unique title in the 18th Army despite his low level of martial arts cultivation——
The fierce tiger captain!
At this moment, the ferocious military force like tigers descending from the mountain is enough to make the blood slave cannon fodder army of the first island chain fight in two groups, almost wanting to leave first!
"Didi~"
Suddenly a car horn sounded outside the door urging them to get on the road.
Wang Hu withdrew his massive military power and instantly transformed back into the middle-aged uncle with a playful smile. This ability to move freely was astonishing.
He looked at his son, sighed and said:
“The police car that picked me up at Longmen Prison has already arrived at the gate, and dad is really leaving.
Either become a prison guard and go to Longmen Prison; or don't go and be counted as a deserter and have to go to Longmen Prison. The result is the same. "
Wang Jue was furious and gritted his teeth and said:
"Dad, one day, I will be stronger than you. At that time, even if I have to tie you up, I will have to tie you back!"
Wang Hu waved his hand and walked leisurely towards the police car outside the door with a step that he did not recognize.
A veteran in military uniform opened the car door and said coldly:
"Hurry up, it's only forty-five minutes before the ship sets sail."
Wang Jue wanted to take action to retain him, but Wang Hu seemed to have expected it. He took out a mysterious broken knife from the police car, threw it back at the door of his house, and said with a smile:
"Son, you stay here and don't move around. This knife will trap you for about an hour. By the time you get out of the trap, your father and I will already be eating hot pot and singing songs on the ship."
The broken knife fell to the ground and was stuck in the flower bed at the door of the house. The shape of the knife was ordinary, just a half-broken hatchet.
Wang never believed in evil and tried to lift his heels, but was shocked to find:
All the air around me solidified,
It was as if an invisible cage trapped him!
With his weak muscle strength, he could not take even a small step forward. He could do almost nothing except breathing and blinking.
weak,
helpless,
Wang Jue was trapped in an air cage, powerless, unable to move, helpless, and extremely frustrated!
"dad……"
Staring angrily at his father's retreating back, Wang Jue's eyes ignited a strong desire to become stronger, strong enough to hold his destiny in his own hands.
Thump~thump!
The heart beats faster and faster under the stimulation of emotion, and a hot breath rises in the chest, gradually boiling!
hot!
combustion!
The mysterious jade hidden deep in Wang Jue's heart burned rapidly!
