Guan Qiliang left home and returned to the army.
To put it in perspective, he is actually just a man in his fifties, and he has been nourished by the source. Calling him an old man is a bit too much. However, in the past few years, his will has changed. From the bottom of his heart, he really wanted to be an old farmer who loved his grandchildren, so he became like him, no matter his appearance or temperament.
Suddenly one day, the old war flag was raised again, the war song of the year was sounded again, and the long sword was calling. The farmer stood up and straightened his body. He was once again the veteran who never hesitated to shed blood on the battlefield.
This is a big deal for the old housekeeper.
But for this world, the same or similar stories are actually being played out in countless places on this day. When the team is fully assembled, the name Guan Qiliang will disappear, and in the end there will be only one collective name left, called veteran.
He doesn't care about this. The commander of the corps and the chief of staff remembered him. He would be happy to know, but he could only be ranked second.
No matter what he cares about most in his conscience is that the world and mankind can continue to survive, and that his little boy can grow up well, he remembers that his grandfather was once the captain of Azure, and later he was one of the first batch of human energy to conquer the stars. warrior……
"By the way, grandpa and a guy named Chen Buxu had a drunken argument and threw chicken bones at each other. You should remember to tell these things to a few girlfriends, and then tell your children and grandchildren. Hahahaha. "
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【Now that the stars are gone, there may be no return date, and there will be no homework left. The future of mankind, the teacher will take it and hand it over to you from now on. 】
Jincheng No. 37 Middle School, junior high school, had the first "Common Knowledge of the Energy World" class this afternoon. The students sat in the classroom and waited as usual, but their teacher Lu Zhengtang did not come.
This line of writing on the blackboard must have been left during lunch.
Teacher Lu is gone. A man walked all the way to the riverside and stood not far behind an old man who was sitting fishing. Without calling him, he lit a cigarette and smoked it carefully, waiting.
After about three minutes, there was finally a sound on the water surface. The old fishing man waved his hand, and a river carp weighing at least three kilograms flew into the air and landed in his hand.
"Aren't you awesome?" Zhang Dashun turned around to show off and said, "I have been fishing for three years."
"Hey!" He looked down at the big carp in his hand, which was opening and closing his mouth constantly. "Hey, you can breathe... It seems I have to protect you."
Zhang Dashun untied the fish and threw it back into the water. He squatted down and washed his hands. He stood up and turned around and said, "Let's go."
The backs of the two old comrades disappeared after a while, leaving only the lonely fishing rod, without hook or bait, still stuck in the river, with the fishing line dangling in the wind.
Bergen, Germany. The red fire truck parked on the street, keeping its siren blaring, but the crowd of onlookers, including children, did not stay away.
The fire broke out in a building along the street. The fire started on the sixth floor. The raging fire enveloped the entire floor and was burning upward.
Suddenly, "Whoosh!" A figure appeared in the air. Muller, a young firefighter wearing protective clothing, was thrown out of the window and landed accurately on the life-saving air mattress.
"You kid! Sooner or later you will be beaten by me." The angry curse came from the fire scene.
Before the voice fell, "Boom!" there was only a muffled sound that seemed to be wrapped in something, and all the open flames on the entire sixth floor were extinguished at the same time in an instant.
Then, billowing smoke and dust erupted.
The onlookers seemed not surprised by this, let alone afraid. "Ho!" they cheered loudly, raised their arms and clapped high.
There, in the billowing smoke, a tall and burly figure, just like a future warrior, walked out step by step steadily in such an extremely harsh environment.
"The best way to deal with fires is never to extinguish them, but to prevent them. In the future, please work harder to protect our homes. Humanity is already living a difficult enough life."
Schmidt's thick, curly beard was a little white. Because the hair was so thick, he couldn't see the opening and closing of his lips when he spoke. However, his usually hoarse voice seemed particularly thick today, full of majesty and even anger. .
Then, Schmidt suddenly smiled (of course, others probably couldn't see it), and like Superman, he jumped down from the sixth floor with his arms spread wide.
This is a parting gift to the children of this city from this blue veteran who is unsmiling most of the time and always seems to be unhappy.
Bergen's fire god is leaving, and today is his last day on the job.
"Hey!" Schmidt said as he bent his knees and landed smoothly on the ground. At the same time, he grabbed Mueller's back collar with his huge palm, dragged him over, and said viciously: "There will be no next time, do you understand? You idiot! If you rush into a fire so stupidly and blindly next time, you will die there."
"Yes, I understand, Captain Schmidt... I will wait for you to come back before doing this." Mueller looked naughty, tried his best to smile, broke away from Schmidt's hand, and ran a few steps to the front of the car and people. In the queue.
Schmidt's last day of work as fire chief has come to an end, and the farewell procession has been silently prepared, with the Bergen Fire Department's fire truck on one side and the firefighters on the other.
They started clapping.
Amidst the applause, Captain Schmidt walked past them in silence and kept walking forward. It wasn't until his back was about to disappear that people saw him raise his arm and wave it in the air three times.
As a firefighter, Schmidt is one of the few retired veterans who is allowed to bring back obsolete source energy devices and enjoy a small supply of source energy.
Like him, there are other veterans who choose to join the police force after retiring. (Due to the loss of energy blocks and devices during several wars, as well as the existence of some anti-human organizations, there are now a small number of people in this world. source of crime).
Xiong Zhanli, Novoseli.
The bald Chief Fido has not returned to the police station for three days and nights in a row, but usually he regards this place as his home. He has no family.
This was Fido's one-man operation to close the net. For three consecutive days and three nights, like the god of death and the devil, he frantically searched and hunted for energy criminals in the city.
He used the most brutal lynching to interrogate the criminals of anti-humanity organizations who fell into his hands, and then raided their stronghold alone and killed everyone.
"Ta, tap!" This was the sound of military boots with dead iron embedded in the bottom stepping on the ground.
With the first ray of light in the morning, the 55-year-old irritable Sheriff Fido finally came back. For the past three years, he has been wearing a blue military uniform. Now, this military uniform is covered with blood.
"You should stay, Fido. You see, those energy crimes are beyond our ability to deal with. We need you. Really, please stay with us."
Colleagues who had been waiting here all night stood up collectively.
"Leave the police matters to the police. Don't worry, Azure has cooperated with governments of various countries to establish special operations teams. And I am a soldier." Fido pointed to the Azure badge on his chest, as if he had never been hurt by old age and lack of support. It's like being discouraged from observing discipline.
Then he walked over, reached out and picked up a bottle of vodka from the table. That was the farewell wine these duplicitous guys prepared for him, and they prepared a full table.
"I don't have that much time." Fido unscrewed the bottle cap with his blood-stained hands, took the wine, knocked it on the bottle in front of everyone, and said, "Don't tell any criminals from anti-humanity organizations. The law, just kill them when you get the chance, you understand? If not... just hide."
"Gudong, Gudong... Bang!" After speaking, Fido drank up the wine in his hand and placed the empty bottle heavily on the table.
"Goodbye," he said.
After that, he turned around and left the police station.
...Such stories continue to happen all over the world...
The only sighting of the headquarters base of the Chinese Legion in Asia.
Xu Xiaohong just went out and came back again.
"The post at the west gate of the base has been replaced." She turned her head and glanced at the person offering sacrifices on the desk, then turned back. Xu Xiaohong lowered her head and said lightly: "I mean, Lao Zhu is gone too."
Unlike most of the veterans who returned this time, Lao Zhu was not the one who retired three years ago. This old guard who had been watching the west gate of the base for more than ten years only had one leg.
"Not many young officers here know him now, and probably not many people know that he was once a member of your personal guard and a top combat force."
"I remember you said that he had a chance to hit the super."
Lao Zhu left. After being seriously injured and disabled, he retired and looked at the gate of the base for more than ten years. He finally couldn't help it and decided to go to the battlefield again.
He is fifty-seven, and because of his pain and depression, he looks much older than his actual age, as if he is seventy.
He only had one leg left.
However, Xu Xiaohong couldn't keep him because of these. Not only could she not keep him, but if the people in the recruiting office didn't want him because of these two points, Xu Xiaohong would have to help him speak and open the back door.
Incense was rising on the table, but Chen Buxian didn't speak or open his eyes on the table.
"There is another person. They called me just now to ask me what to do with this person." Xu Xiaohong paused and said, "Shen Fengting has registered."
For the Chinese runner-up community, Shen Fengting is undoubtedly a big name. He is the only former commander of the Ninth Army who witnessed the legion, and the grandfather of the later second lieutenant Shen Yixiu of the Iron Armor in the World.
"I asked them to send a telegram and forward the matter to Xixi Fengrui for decision."
Xu Xiaohong didn't look at Chen Buxu while she was talking. She lowered her head and scanned the messages on the small table with her arms, then took a wine glass and put it on, sat down, and poured wine.
At this time, "Ta." The time pointed to four o'clock in the afternoon.
This is the deadline for registration for the mobilization order.
Since the registration time has not been extended, it means that the number of veterans returning under the mobilization order has met or exceeded the needs of the expedition plan, which is enough.
That number is...one hundred thousand.
"A hundred thousand old soldiers!" Xu Xiaohong muttered in a low voice, raised her head to finish the wine in her glass, lowered her head and pretended to brush her sleeves casually through her red eyes.
